He really was hot and hard and hung all over.
“Lie back, angel.”
We climbed onto the mattress after that and let our tongues do the talking. For somebody with a year of pent-up passion, Jared sure did kiss me tenderly. With one hand, he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. The other went to my throat, applying gentle pressure—enough to make me squirm and rub against him like an animal in heat.
Finally, he reached for the condoms and lube in my bedside drawer.
“Mm, that looks like fun.”
“Huh?” I sat up on my elbows to see what he was talking about. My cheeks flamed when he held up my purple dildo. Pedro. That was the name he—er, it had come with.
“Would you let me fuck you with this, angel?”
“Turnabouts fair play.”
His eyes glowed.
“Nessa,” he growled through his teeth. “You can fuck me anytime you want.” I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled the condom down his cock. He followed it up with a squirt of lube that supposedly would make me tingle.
“But not tonight.” He came down over me, splayed my legs open with both hands—just like he had promised in the limo—and poised his tip at my entrance. “Tonight, I need to fuck this pussy.”
All humor vanished when he sank inside me with one smooth thrust. My eyes screwed shut as pleasure tore through me.
“Oh, fuck.”
Oh, fuck, was right. I was caught somewhere between exquisite pleasure and pain. He pushed my thighs back toward my chest, groaning when he slid in a little deeper. The fullness nearly stole my breath. I was bursting at the seams, stretched wide around Jared’s massive length.
“Am I hurting you?”
I forced my eyes open. He was staring back at me with equal parts concern and fierce need.
“No,” I told him. Uncomfortable maybe, but not in a bad way. “I just feel . . . full.”
He dipped down, brushing his lips over first my jaw and then my nose, like I was the most precious gift in the world. His gazeheld mine when he resumed his thrusts. It didn’t take us long to find our rhythm.
His tongue plundered my mouth in time with the cock buried inside me. I pushed up to meet each punishing thrust, clinging to the handful of sheets anchoring me to the mattress. There was a good chance he might fuck me straight through the headboard if I let go.
“I’m not going to last, baby,” he said against my throat.
I tangled my hand in his hair and bucked my hips. “Then don’t hold back.” His eyes met mine, brows pinched together as if he were in pain.That makes two of us.He filled me again, this time flexing his ass and holding himself as deep as possible. “Fuck me, Jared. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
Pink
Iwoke on the right side of the bed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. Then again, there was no wrong side of the bed when I had Nessa sleeping next to me. Or on top of me, or beneath me—I was flexible.
As it turned out, so was she.
We’d spent half the night fucking ourselves silly.Refractory period, who?I’d taken her in the shower for round two, bent over the tiled bench seat until the water raining down on us had gone cold. After a brief intermission—and a midnight snack—I’d had a snack of my own. Her sweet, tangy pussy.
By the time we’d poured back into her bed after our second shower of the night, she’d been jelly in my arms. She’d fallen asleep before our heads had hit the pillows, but I hadn’t. I’d spent the next few minutes—or maybe hours—studying her scars, tracing her freckles that dotted her arms and legs.
One particular freckle pattern had taken me by surprise: the Libra constellation on the backside of her left arm. A kiss onmy birthday was one thing; the constellation for my sign on her body was another. Our story had been written in the stars.
The alarm on my phone buzzed, alerting me that practice started in an hour. It was just a strength training session, but something told me some of the guys were going to be dragging after last night’s gala.
An hour was still plenty of time to finish cooking our breakfast. While the sausage links sizzled in one cast-iron skillet and the pancakes bubbled in another, I sliced up some bananas and berries from the fridge.
I had just finished flipping the pancakes when a door creaked open from the opposite end of the house. Nessa’s bedroom was upstairs, so that told me that her brother and I were about to have one hell of an awkward chat. Not quite the morning after I had hoped for.
