She leans in, riding hard and fast as she kisses me. “I’m safe with you. Show me what you like.”
I groan, tipping my head back as she bites my neck. “I like you.”
For the first time in nearly a decade, I’m out of my mind with want of something.
And someone wants me. It feels good to have muscles in my arms again. To be scared her family’s going to fucking kill me, but I want her more than I fear them.
Heat pools in my stomach, and I punch up a little, pressing my dick into her thin panties.
“Oh, God.” She rolls her hips faster, her clit running over my dick over and over again. “Don’t stop.”
Our foreheads together, she pumps on top of me. “You know what to do,” I pant. “Just like that.”
Leaning back a little, she thrusts, her orgasm rising as her breathing stutters. I can’t take my eyes off her full breasts, taut stomach, and the way her ass rolls on top of me.
“You just move the panties aside and you can be inside me,” she teases.
Fuck...
I grunt, feeling my orgasm coming. The mere idea of how tight and hot she’ll be sending me reeling.
I shoot back up, squeezing her thighs in both hands and gliding the tip of my tongue over her jaw.So fucking hot.
Fire courses up my body, flowing from every limb to my center.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Lucas. It feels so good.”
I know, baby.I want to fucking fill you too.
But not here.
She throws her head back again, crying out so loudly, and I don’t fucking stop her, because I can’t. I growl, squeezing my eyes shut, and I pull my dick out from under her and stroke it just as I shoot onto her stomach.
“Oh, baby.” I breathe hard. “Oh, God.”
She grinds a few more times, her orgasm coursing through her, and I just stare at my cum on her skin, dripping onto her panties.
Goddammit.
Grabbing her, I take her mouth in mine, not an ounce of fucking guilt.
We kiss for a while before she finally mews, pulling back for air. “Thank you,” she says.
I kiss her mouth, her nose, and forehead, running a thumb over her nipple.
Binge her.
I feel spent but not sated. We’re going to have to do that again. A lot.
Her forehead meets mine again as she smiles at me. “I want frozen yogurt downstairs before you take me back to Weston,” she pants. “Or else I’m gonna tell my brothers how good of a summer I’m really having.”
I cock a brow. But I smile too.Well, we can’t have that, can we?
Quinn
The heat from yesterday still warms the pavement, filling the early morning air with a sultry breeze that reminds me of the locker room last night. It had been heavy with moisture from his shower, and his skin—especially his neck—was like a blanket of fire. I could taste everything.
I pedal across the bridge, heading into Shelburne Falls in the dark as I let go of the handle bars. I hold out my hands, balancing as I ride with my backpack strapped to my back.
