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I reach into his boxers again and this time he doesn’t stop me. “God, yes,” he grunts.
My palm slides over him once, and again. My thumb circles around the head of his cock, leaking for me already.
Dust motes dance in the sunlight and I’m inhaling the smell of him, huge lungfuls of it, and at the same time my body is tightening and unspooling at once, noticing less. Time seems to be moving faster and faster, until there is nothing left but his fingers inside me and his mouth on my neck and the feel of his cock beneath my palm.
His breath stutters as I continue. “I—” he begins, flinching. “Oh fuck, Lucie. Slow down. I’m—”
He’s close. He’s already close. The desperation in his voice...That’s what sends me hurtling right over the edge. I cry out, releasing him entirely as I ride his hand, nothing but liquid, blinding heat.
When my eyes open, he’s watching me, nostrils flaring. Hewraps a hand around his cock and gives it a hard squeeze as if he’s in pain.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand. It barely sounds like my voice. It’s low and raspy, certain.
“Mouth,” he groans. “Use your mouth. I’m not going to last.”
I push him to his back and crawl down his chest. He inhales sharply as I take him between my lips.
He’s big. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the anticipation of what he’d feel like inside me already has me clenching on air. My tongue swirls over the swollen head and he gasps, his body rigid, his fingers pressing to my scalp. I slide him all the way back to my throat and let him feel the way I struggle to maneuver. I swallow, and he feels that too. “Fuck,” he hisses, so I do it again.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts in warning, trying to lift me off of him. I tighten my grip, sucking in my cheeks. “Oh God, Lucie. Fuck.” He explodes down my throat with a low groan, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I swallow, and swallow, waiting until the tension finally leaves his thighs and his hand falls to his side before I release him.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, placing a palm over his face. “Jesus, Lucie. Everything I own is yours if you promise to do that again.”
I laugh, climbing up and pressing my lips to his neck. “I’m no expert, but I think you’re supposed to offer a financial incentivebeforethe girl blows you, not after.”
He grins. “I would have. I just didn’t expect that level of motor control, having watched you struggle with the smart board so many times.”
I elbow him. “Two seconds after you’ve blown your load and you’re already criticizing my job performance.”
His hand tightens on my hip and he raises a brow. “Thatwas surprisingly filthy from your G-rated little mouth.” He releases me and starts sliding down the bed. He pushes at the inside of my thighs. “Open.”
“Caleb—”
“I’m not doing this because I want you to come,” he says, as his tongue flicks against my clit. “I’m doing it because it’s going to get me rock-hard in about ten seconds.”
His tongue flicks again, a sharp, sudden movement that has me jolting in surprise. He moans against my skin, sucking hard and then pulling back. “Jesus, I think I could come from this alone. Make that noise again.”
His tongue resumes and it’s…good. It’s really good. It’s notI’m-just-putting-up-with-this-until-you-move-ongood. It’sI-know-it’s-selfish-but-do-that-for-one-more-minutegood.
He slides two fingers inside me, hitting something I didn’t know was there, but if it was possible, I’d like to keep his fingers where they are forever—and then he pulls out and does it again. All while his tongue flickers and he makes those noises, as if it’s my tongue onhim, and if he were a robot or a device—something incapable of boredom—I’d let him keep going. “Are you ready?” I plead. “I want you inside me.”
That’s all it takes for him to move, lightning quick, above me. “Do I need—” he begins.
“No,” I say, breathless in my haste. “I’ve been tested. Pill.”
“Thank God, since I don’t have anything.” He guides himself to my entrance and, with tortuous care, slowly pushes in, no more than an inch. “Jesus, Lucie,” he gasps, “you’re so fucking tight.”
He stops. Swallows. Begins again.
My knees drop open, wanting more even when I know he’s going slowly on my behalf, even when the pleasure is accompanied by an edge of discomfort. “More,” I plead.
“Oh, God,” he says, his jaw clenched. “Don’t beg. It’ll be over before it’s started.”
But he gives in at last with a single hard thrust, groaning quietly as he finally bottoms out.
I’m so full, stretched to the point of pain, and I can already tell that I’m going to come again and that when it happens, it’ll be beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.I wasn’t broken, some stunned voice in my head whispers.I was never broken. It was just never like this.
