Can I do it? Hook up with someone I’m going to see again in daylight? With someone who knows me?My throat hurt at my indecision, but then he pressed his lips against my neck and I bucked underneath him. My words sounded like a needy whine when I said, “Yes, yes. Let’s.”
“Let’s what? I need you to be very clear,” he mumbled against the sensitive skin beneath my ear. It sent a ripple of shivers straight to my toes and I arched my back to get closer to him. Each time his lips touched my skin, my brain cells disappeared. Lust took control.
That was the only reason I said, “Let’s do this all night, Jeff.”
15
JEFF
Thank Christ.
I ground against her, loving the fuck out of the way she squirmed underneath me, and a desperate, almost animalistic need to find out what else she liked took over.What would she do if I snuck my hand beneath the tight waistband of her tights? What sounds would she make if I slipped my fingers inside her?
I sucked the skin just above her collarbone and bit down, wanting it to sting a little bit, but I didn’t stop there. She tasted so damn good and I trailed farther down, over the bare shoulder that had distracted me the second she opened the door. She moved her hands to grip the edge of my shirt and fisted the material in her hands, forcing it up my body and over my head. What type of gentleman would I be if I didn’t oblige her demand?
I quickly repositioned to remove my shirt and tossed it on the ground. Her eyes glazed over with desire and she licked her lips when she reached up and traced my pecs. “God, your muscles are insane.”
“I like your hands on me,” I growled, when she trailed her dainty fingers downward toward the uncomfortable tent in my pants. Her touch promised pleasure, but I wasn’t done exploring her. Not even a little bit.Shit—she dipped into my pants.I placed my hands on hers, stopping her movements and watching the flash of hurt cross her eyes.What the hell?“Hey, do you know why I’m stopping you?”
“No?” she said, more like a question, and red splotches started forming on her face. Her intense gaze moved from my face to my shoulder and something like anger lit me up inside.Why is she so unsure in the bedroom when she’s so passionate?
“Because, Amber, I’m selfish. I’ve been thinking about your body for days and want to spend time tasting you. I won’t last long if you put your hand on my dick.” I paused, letting her digest my words, and it took a bit before her gaze landed back on mine. Without breaking eye contact, I straddled her and slipped my hands under her sweatshirt and slid the soft material over her head. “Jesus.”
She wore her tight black pants and the tiniest sheer bra with nothing but thin straps. It gave me the hottest vision of her small tits pushing against the fabric, her dusky rose nipples pebbled and begging for attention. I took one between my thumb and pointer, pinching it and teasing it. She moaned and her eyes fluttered when I added my second hand, taking my time pleasuring her.
For some goddamn reason, I hated her uncertainty about her own sexuality and wanted her to know how attractive she was. I pulled with both of my hands and stared at each pebbled tip. “You have perfect nipples.”
“My boobs are small,” she said in just above a whisper. She never opened her eyes when I dipped down and pushed the fabric to the side to suck one hard into my mouth. The other one fit into my hand and I caressed it, switching back and forthbetween them with my mouth. I flicked my tongue against one and blew on it and waited.
“Look at me,” I demanded. Her chest heaved with each shaky breath, but she finally met my eyes and I held her gaze when I brought my mouth down on her again. “They are fucking perfect for sucking. Watch me.”
I bit down, pulled up and let it go, leaving evidence of my saliva on her chest. “Do you like it when I do that?”
“Yes.” She puffed her chest out and ran her own hands over them. “No one’s told me I had good nipples before.”
“Then they are idiots.” I pressed a kiss right in the center of her chest, where there lacked cleavage, but it wasn’t any less attractive than girls with huge racks. I could cup a breast in each hand and drive her crazy with my fingers while I licked down her soft stomach. “Your skin tastes fucking good. It doesn’t make sense.”
She giggled and put her hands in my hair. “No one’s ever said that either.”
“You need to sleep with better guys.” I paused and looked up, ignoring the foreign feeling in my gut when I said it. But when I looked at her expression, she had a smug grin. “What?”
“What do you think I’m doing right now?”
“Oh, you think we’re going to fuck tonight?” I teased, enjoying the hell out of her shock. “What if I just want to eat you out all night? Would you say no?”
Her lips trembled and nothing but a small gasp left her lips.Good.I wiggled my eyebrows at her and continued my perusal of her exposed skin until I reached her pants. It took a lot of effort to not rip them off her, but I managed to take my time sliding them off her legs and leaving her in a plain black thong. There was a small patch of moisture showing on the outside and I grinned at her, tracing it with my finger. “Are you wet for me?”
She slammed her eyes shut and nodded.
“No going shy.” I moved up to her face and cupped the back of her head. “Amber, we agreed, no getting bashful.”
Her dark brown eyes held something like worry and confusion and it zapped the urgency from me.Why is she afraid?“Hey…we can stop.”
She sighed and tilted her head into my hand, hiding her face. “I feel like an idiot.”
“Why? Were you enjoying yourself?”Think about her, not your dick right now.
She kept staring everywhere besides my face and spoke in a monotone voice. “Look, I really haven’t ever hooked up with someone sober…or with the lights on.”
