Page 67 of Sexy

I look up at her face. Her long brown hair is draped down her shoulders, the tips reaching for her perky nipples.

I reach behind her, cup her ass, and hike her closer to me so that her opening is pressing against the hard bulge in my pants.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

“Where?” she asks back in a scared, quiet voice.

“Anywhere you want.”

She reaches for my face and strokes her fingertip up and down my cheek. It’s tender and sweet. And it takes me back for a second. I expected her to touch the hard muscles of my chest. Or the hills and valleys of my abs. Or grab hold of my shoulders like she never wants to let go.

Not the face.

“You’re beautiful,” she says, letting the word out with a long, slow breath of air. I laugh, but the pad of her thumb touches my lips to make it stop. “No, really. People look at you, Fletcher, and they ask themselves, ‘Why don’t I look like that?’”

“No one wants to be me, Tiffy. I promise you.”

“You’re wrong,” she says. “Everyone wants to be you. You have everything at your fingertips. You’re smart, and gorgeous, and happy, and outgoing, and confident, and sexy.”

I feel even worse for taking advantage of her right now. Because I’m so far from all those things, she has no idea. “Sexy is on the inside, Tiffy. The inside is the only thing that matters.”

“You can say that because you’re one of them. One of those beautiful people who don’t realize how lucky they are.”

I huff out some air. “I could say the same thing about you, ya know. You’re all those words you just used to describe me. Only you’re the real deal.”

Her lips tugs down to make a frown and she shakes her head. “Fuck me. I just want to feel you against me tonight. And I promise, I won’t overreact tomorrow when everything goes back to the way it’s supposed to be.”

The way it’s supposed to be. I have a million questions about that statement. But I want her too. I want her mouth on my mouth. I want her legs wrapped around me and her heart beating against mine as I enter her.

So instead of talking, I give her what she’s asking for. I cup her ass and stand up, walking us over to the bed, then bend down and lay her on the rumpled covers, spreading her legs as I ease in between them.

“It’s your turn now. To watch.”

I step back and reach for the waistband of my shorts. Her eyes are fixed on my actions. And when I tug a little, exposing the light trail of blond hair that hides under the fabric, my thick, hard cock is growing as I release the waistband and let the shorts drop to my ankles and kick them aside. I step forward, grab her hair with both hands, and press her face up to me.

Her breath is hot, and then her tongue is pressing against my shaft. She opens her mouth and begins to kiss the fabric of my boxer briefs. Softly.

Everything Tiffy does, she does softly. She is gentle and sweet. And this just makes me want to love her. Not fuck her, like she’s asking. But love her. Even if it’s just for one night.

So I fist her hair and push her back again, until she’s lying all the way back on the bed, and my hands go to my boxer briefs. She swallows down something. Maybe fear. Maybe regret. Maybe something else.

But she’s waiting for more, so that’s what I give her.

I yank my briefs down and step out, kicking them across the smooth wooden floor where the shorts are in a pile. At the same time, I lean down and kiss her stomach. Small, light, fluttering kisses that aren’t part of my normal repertoire. I swirl my tongue around her little belly button. There’s no piercing. No tattoos on this girl. No rebellious pink hair or edge to her voice or mannerisms that scream, I’m a rebel.

Because she’s not a rebel. She’s a nice, sweet girl.

So I’m gonna fuck her the way she deserves.

Her fingertips thread through my hair, urging me lower. But I go up instead of down. I fist both of her firm breasts as my mouth finds her nipples. She moans, and spreads her legs wider underneath me.

We are naked. Skin against skin. Not like the last time when it was hard and fast and we were partially clothed.

I take my kisses up to her neck and she shivers from my soft touch. I kiss her diamond earring and then breathe softly into her ear. “Fuck,” I say.

“Please,” she begs me back.

I scoot up a little more, kneeling on the soft mattress with my knees pressed against her ribs. My fully erect cock is reaching for her. The tip bumps up against her lips and she opens her mouth to let her tongue dart out. She swipes it over my head and then she reaches for my shaft as she opens wider and urges me forward.