“You’re so close, aren’t you? I can see it; you’re so pink and swollen. Holy shit, this is going to blow my mind.” He thrust two fingers inside me and angled them up, while his thumb flicked my clit. “Come for me.”
My orgasm was finally wrenched from me; a deep, animalistic groan rumbling out of Penn’s chest. Pleasure andpain smashed together as I rode the wave releasing me from his torture, but I was given no time to come down before another sensation fried my brain entirely.
“Lowe, look at me,” Penn ordered, and somehow, I managed to force my eyes open. I had no strength left. I was nothing but dough under his fingers, soft and pliable. He was kneeling between my legs, the thick tip of his dick nudging insistently at my entrance. His eyes were so far gone, the grey of his irises was almost indiscernible from his pupils, reminding me of a stormy, moonless night. “I want to watch every second of you taking my cock. I want to see your mouth drop open as I stretch you out and fill you up.”
He might have appeared calm, but the vein popping in his neck told a different story. He was on the brink as much as I was. He pitched forward and back, edging slowly, not to be gentle but to prolong the torture. Every inch he gave me set off another series of clenches deep in my pussy, which in turn had his fingers constricting round my thighs and spreading them wider apart. Those fingers were going to leave bruises and I savored every one, biting down on my cheek to keep myself in check.
“You like that, don’t you? You fucking like how out-of-control I feel. You don’t even need to say it because your pussy is doing all the talking and she’s fucking gushing for me right now. She’s so tight and wants my cock so badly she’s practically strangling it.”
Jesus. No one had ever talked to me like this. My neck craned, my back arched; anything to get more of him.
“No, you can fucking wait until I’m ready,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“Please, Penn. I need it. Please.”
He stilled, holding my gaze through deeply hooded eyes, then in one almighty thrust, plunged into me, sending me the rest ofthe way up the bed until my head hit the board. We both cried out; the sound guttural and ripped from our lungs.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto mine and he wiped it away, along with the hair clinging to my forehead. “You okay?”
I nodded, breathless.
“You feel unbelievable, Lowe. Fucking unbelievable. I never imagined…”
“Move, please… move.” I was so full I could feel him everywhere, but I still needed more.
He sealed the rest of my words with a kiss, and that was the last gentle act he took. Rearing up, he grabbed hold of both my hands in one, pinning them above my head. Hooking my thigh over his hip, he rocked hard, settling himself right up to the hilt before pulling all the way out and then plunging back in, not once did he drop my gaze. Not once did he look away. He was in total control, and I could do nothing but concede it.
Over and over, smooth stroke followed by smooth stroke, relentless and unyielding, taking the pair of us to the top of a mountain we were going to fall right off. The sound of our bodies meeting mingled with an intermittent moaning that I found impossible to tell which one of us it was coming from. Likely both.
“Let go, Lowe. I want to feel you coming on my dick. Fucking let go,” he roared.
He rolled his pelvis over mine and bore down. My brain splintered. My chest shattered. Every atom that built me was wrenched from my body, replaced with nothing but a swirling vortex of dust and air. Then he followed, every muscle of his I was gripping onto spasmed under my fingers as he emptied himself with one final, almighty thrust, and a cry which rent through the room.
I barely registered him collapsing to the side of me, or the way his tongue licked the sweat from my neck. I wanted tolook at him, but my head was too heavy to move, and I had no structure left in my body.
Eventually, I registered the sensation of his fingertips tracing little circles round my belly button.
“Holy fuck. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Whatwasthat?”
I didn’t have an answer.
I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know who was sharing my pillow.
Tonight, my visitor hadn’t been the mighty Penn Shepherd I’d all heard about. Or the Penn Shepherd who Lauren teased relentlessly, the one who left broken hearts all over the city.
I was willing to bet no one had metthisPenn Shepherd before. That I’d just experienced someone no one else had.
He was right. Baseball was romantic.
Chapter 53
Ihad to hand it to myself, I’d really fucking nailed it.
Byit, I meant my composure, obviously. I was a masterclass in composure.
PHD levels.
Look up composure in the dictionary and my beautiful face would be beaming out right next to the word.
