Page 79 of Spring Break Fling

I sat up, my body still trembling. I slid off the bed, feeling languid. I went to my knees before reaching up and jerking his jeans off. His cock sprang forward.

I immediately reached for it. My hand wrapped around him, feeling the heat and hardness. I looked up, meeting his dark eyes as I leaned forward and traced the tip with my tongue. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed.

I took him slowly into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to trace the sensitive underside. His hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just resting. I could feel the tension in his body, the tight control he was maintaining.

When I looked up again, his eyes were locked on me. Watching. Intense.

I pulled back, letting my lips trail along his length. “What do you want?” I murmured.

“Everything,” he growled. “Right now.”

I grinned and returned my mouth to him. I sucked him deep into my throat, feeling the thick vein throbbing.

His hand tightened in my hair, his hips starting to move involuntarily. I could feel the tension building in his body, muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

“Enough,” he suddenly growled, pulling me up by my hair. The movement was rough but not painful. Just dominant.

He pushed me back onto the bed, spreading my legs with his knee. No more foreplay. No more teasing. He positioned himself and thrust inside me in one hard, smooth motion.

I gasped, my body arching to meet him. He filled me completely, stretching me, claiming me. It was glorious. His face was buried in my neck, breath hot against my skin. For a moment, he didn’t move. Just stayed there, connected, letting us both feel the intensity of the moment.

“Oh shit,” he murmured.

“What?” I gasped.

“I’m inside you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yes. Trust me, I know.”

“I didn’t put the condom on.”

I blinked and quickly came to a decision. “You’re not going to give me anything, are you?”

“No. I use condoms. I just, shit, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“I trust you. I’m on birth control. And you’re the first man I’ve been with in a while.”

“So, uh, I can do this?”

I lifted my head and kissed him. “You’re kind of already doing it. Little late to close the barn door now, right?”

27

NIKKO

Ipulled back, looking down at her. Her skin was flushed, her hair spread across my pillow. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I felt something other than anger or frustration.

She was right. I was losing everything. The shop, my reputation, my stability. But right here, right now, I had something real. Something that felt like hope.

I started to move slowly at first. Each thrust deliberate, feeling every inch of her. Her breath caught in her throat, little gasps escaping with each movement.

She felt so good. Warm honey soft and tight around me. I could feel every pulse, every clench of her body. Her hands slid up my back, nails digging slightly into my skin. Not to hurt. To anchor herself.

I increased my pace, no longer slow and deliberate. Now urgent. Hungry. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her hips rose to meet each thrust, matching my rhythm perfectly.

“Fuck,” I muttered into her neck. “You feel incredible.”

She didn’t respond with words. Just a low moan that vibrated through her chest. Her body was telling me everything I needed to know.