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“What does that noise mean?”
“Just that you feel really good under my hands.” Her eyes drift open, the lids of them heavy and half-mast.
She leans up and catches my mouth with hers. Her hands on my shoulders push until I stand in front of her. She pushes lightly again, and I take half a step back and watch as she sinks to her knees on the floor in front of me. One of her fingers lightly traces next to the bandaged injury on my thigh. “Does that hurt?”
“I can’t feel it at all,” I answer honestly, stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman in front of me.
She smiles. “I’m not usually into the tit for tat, but you really titted my tat so I’m in a giving mood.” The breath of her words whispers along my aching cock. The tip of my dick is already leaking precum for her.
Leaning forward, Jem sucks the tip of me into the heat of her mouth, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting. Looking down at her, with her plump lips wrapped around my cock, nearly makes me bust right then, but I rein it back in and let her have her fun. A full-body shiver racks my frame and I grit my teeth, determined to last.
She dances her tongue along the underside of my dick as her hands come up to my ass, nails digging in. I thrust lightly until I feel the back of her throat close around my dick and grunt at the sparks of pleasure that shoot down my spine when she hums. Her hair feels like silk as I thread my fingers through it, lightly directing her.
“Harder, baby. Let me feel your teeth,” I bite out.
In response to the strained request, she sucks the ever loving shit out of my cock.
“You take me so well,” I praise, tracing my thumb along her jaw, taking in the sight of her on her knees before me. In response, she takes me deeper before humming harder against the tip of my cock.
“Baby. Buttercup. Jem,” I whisper her name like a prayer.
One of her hands leaves my ass to cup the underside of my balls, and I shuffle my feet apart to give her room. She pulls back, and returning the torture, lightly blows hot air over the head of my dick. “Feel good, baby?” She smiles sweetly, and the sight of her on her knees teasing me shatters the last remnants of my control.
I drag her to her feet and crush my mouth to hers in a punishing kiss. I can taste faint traces of me on her tongue, and it makes me wild. I push her back on the bed and then grab her hips to scoot her to the middle of it before spreading her legs and lowering myself down over her. My leg and stitches are fully forgotten when my dick rests against the center of her, and I thrust against her clit. Her hips shift up to meet mine, and I stare into endless green, knowing that she’s just as lost as I am. Her arms reach up and wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, pulling at me until my chest is flush with hers. Every touch is a devoted whisper between us. A promise that I can’t get enough of. The peaked tips of her breasts tease my skin and set me on fire for this woman. I dip my head lower for a taste while thrusting the shaft of my cock across her clit.
Leaning back, I take a second to admire her in my bed, her chocolate hair spread out on my pillow. I’m hit with the feeling that she should have been in my bed this whole time. That we were going to get here no matter that I never looked at her like this or that we never spent more than passing time with each other. And that’s a terrifying fucking thought. Because I know that she’s meant for Felt and her coffee shop, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be here next year. I’m not sure if I can stay here when my own family needs me back home.
Cradled between her thighs, we fit. Somehow, someway we fit together perfectly. All the parts of her line up with my own jagged edges until I can’t tell where she starts or where I end, but I know that wherever she is, that’s where I want to be.
10
JEM
Boone’s lips against mine are like coming home.
But not like home as in the house you live in. It’s more the feeling of when you find the place you belong. Like when you spend your life trying to fit in and then it clicks. When you find the family that you weren’t born with, but that are family all the same. That kind of home. Boone feels like my click. Like my home. And I don’t know what to do with the feeling.
Until I can untangle what he’s inspiring, I distract myself with the feel of him under my hands. I distract myself with the way he tastes on my tongue and with the way his weight pressing me into the bed makes me shiver.
Boone reaches over into the nightstand and pulls out a condom and rolls it on. He’s back between my legs, the weight of him against me nirvana.
The head of his cock presses to the center of me, and I tip my hips up, wrapping my legs around his waist trying to entice him to fuck me and avoiding the gash in his thigh.
“You good, Buttercup?” he asks. I love that he’s checking in with me. That he’s making sure that I’m still here with him.
I nod, unable to form the words from a throat that’s closed with emotion. I’ve never been an emotional sex person, but he’s making me this way and I both love and hate it.
I love it because it’s him. It’s Boone. And after the last day, I feel closer to him than I do even to Ally and she’s one of my best friends. I hate it because I’m vulnerable when I’ve spent my life being strong and sure of myself.
“I’m good.”
He reaches down between us and lines himself up with my center before inching forward. Pressure builds in my core as he slowly stretches me around his dick. He’s bigger than I’m used to, so I have to breathe and focus on relaxing so that I can take him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs against my lips, sliding in another inch.
I flush at the praise and heat rises into my cheeks. I didn’t know that I had a praise kink, but fuck me, if him talking me through taking his cock isn’t hotter than sin.
His pelvis comes to rest against mine, and he braces himself on one arm to cup my breast with his free hand. “You good?”
