His tongue is relentless, flicking and swirling, his fingers joining in to tease my clit. Oh my fucking God. I’m going to combust. I’m going to die. This is going to kill me, I think.
My body trembles, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure builds quickly in my core.
“Please,”I pant, my voice hoarse.“Please… I need to-”
“You need to what, Lainey Bug? You need to come? Is that what you need?” he asks, his warm breath against my center as his fingers continue to work in and out of me. I nod frantically, hoping to God he’ll continue with his magic tongue so I can come.
“Yes, I need to come. Please,” I beg again. God, I hate begging. But I am about to fucking lose it and I need him.
Holland looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“Impatient, aren’t we?”he teases, his voice low and husky. “You need to come, Bug? Then come for me.”
With a devilish grin, he moves back to his delightful torture, and I come within seconds. Literally, seconds. I’m panting and moaning and writhing, and all I can think about is how I desperately want him inside me right now.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel him line himself up at my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” he asks in a husky tone. I nod, squeezing my eyes shut and waiting for the familiar feeling of him entering me.
“Use your words, Barkley. I know you love to hear yourself talk,” he mocks. How is it possible to want to slap someone and fuck them at the same time?
“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly. Without a second thought, he’s pushing inside me, his thickness stretching me and filling me completely. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it, baby. You take me so well,” he groans as he pulls out slowly and slams back in. I yelp and moan as his hips begin to rock in a steady rhythm, his hands holding my hips as he gazes down at me.
“You feel so good,”he growls, his voice thick with need.“So tight, so wet… fuck, Lainey, you’re perfect.”
My arms fly up, locking around his shoulders as my body moves in sync with his, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure builds. Holland’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.
The bed creaks beneath us, and I am actively praying that Haley and Ellie are both still out becausethey would definitely be able to hear us if they were home. Honestly, I’m so lost in Holland right now that I don’t even think I’d care if they did.
“Harder,”I practically whisper, my voice a plea, and Holland complies, his hips snapping against me as he pounds into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.
The room spins, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the scent of our combined arousal, the sound of our bodies moving together.
Why does this feel so different with him? Why does sex with Holland feel like it’s healing everything inside me?
“Fuck, Lainey,”Holland groans, his voice tight with restraint.“I’m close… so close.”
Fuck, yes. My body tightens around him, my walls clenching as my second orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath. Holland follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he thrusts deep one final time. His release spills into me, his groan of satisfaction echoing in the room.
“Jesus Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?” he asks, and I can’t help the small chuckle that leaves my lips. I enjoy that I make him feel good. I like feeling like I have some sort of control.
For a moment, we lay entangled, our naked bodies still joined and our breaths slowly returning to normal. Holland’s hand strokes my hair gently, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Well, Lainey Bug. I don’t know about you, but that was… fucking incredible,”he murmurs, chuckling to himself.
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” I agree, a soft smile on my lips.
“And to think, this happened because I pissed you off. I should piss you off more often,” Holland shrugs, his thumb moving a stray piece of hair away from my face.
“Don’t worry, you do that a lot,” I tell him with a cheeky grin.
“Is that right?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
Holland stares at me for a moment, his gaze intense, as if he’s looking directly into my soul. I shift uncomfortably next to him, trying to understand why he’s looking at me like that.
