“As if your flannel porn is any better.” Her bare feet whispered over the floor as she approached me.
I snagged her hand and drew her in. Then my mouth was on hers, and I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me and I spun us. I plundered her mouth while I carried her into the living room. I couldn’t wait for the bedroom.
In front of the couch, I dropped to my knees. June stayed plastered against me. Her mouth was warm and wet, just like I knew her pussy would be, but we had all night.
I palmed her ass cheeks, gripping and rubbing. She ground against me, ripping her mouth from mine to suck in a breath. I kissed down her neck.
“Oh god, Rhys,” she groaned.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” She was her very ownbourbon cocktail, right on my tongue. I laid her back. Her lips were kiss-swollen and parted. “And I know for a fact where you’ll be even sweeter.”
I ran my fingers down her legs to her ankles, then slowly reversed direction. Her skin was soft under my touch. As I went, I pushed the fabric of her skirt up, over the curve of her calf, past the crease of her knee. Higher and higher, exposing her thighs. When the skirt was bunched around the place I wanted to uncover the most, I flipped the hem up. Lacy white underwear greeted me.
“How wet are you?” I dragged my finger in a line down the middle of her panties, following her seam. The dampness on the cloth was pure heat against my fingertip.
She rolled her hips. “I don’t recall you being this slow.”
I planted my hands on her firm thighs and leaned in to place a kiss at the edge of her collarbone. “I’m not a teen anymore and we’re not hiding from our parents.”
She rocked against me. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“I’ll make it worth it.” I hooked two fingers over the waistband of her underwear and dragged them down her legs.
She was bare to me. I gently pushed her legs farther open.
“Fuck me, June. Such a pretty pink and so fucking wet.” It was like coming home.
I pushed that thought right out of my head. I was home. She wasn’t. She’d never been mine. If she had been, she’d have never gotten what she wanted. But thisright here? We both wanted it. And I was going to give it to her.
I tucked my arms under her legs and settled low, not caring if I strangled my erection in the opening of my pants.
I spread her lips wide and looked my fill. This wasn’t exploratory like when we’d been younger. This was greedy. “Your swollen little clit’s begging to be licked.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged my head toward her center. I gladly went.
I traced my tongue around her clit. A ragged moan left her and her fingers twisted against my scalp.
She gasped, her hips undulating. “It’s not going to take long.” More pants. “I can’t believe it.” Her hands fell from my head. “Not long at all.”
I was supposed to be taking my time, but June was an instrument I’d become an expert of long ago. I’d only needed seconds to reacquaint myself.
We had the whole night and I’d savor her for each second.
I lapped at her needy nub. Her legs fell all the way open and a long groan left her. “Rhys.”
She was blistering hot against my tongue, and she rode my face. So fucking close, my greedy little songbird. I would make her come fast and hard the first time and then the second time I’d?—
There was pounding at the door.
June made a strangled noise and pulled away. “What the fuck?”
I glared toward the door. Who the fuck would be here?—
“Rhys? Girls?” a familiar voice called from the outside.
Shit.
“Who is it?” She pushed her skirt down.
