Page 112 of Double Fault

It’s funny how men think they’re the ones in charge. In reality, all it takes is a woman’s hand on their dick and they lose all sense.

“Sabrina.”

My name on his lips is like a song. Melodic and sensual.

I swirl my thumb around his tip and revel in the way he shudders. Water laps at his waist, the moonlight reflecting off the surface and hiding that part of him. But I don’t need to see him, not when I can feel him.

His eyes drift shut and his lips part as I work my hand up and down his length.

With a soft curse, he picks me up and switches places so he’s sitting on the stairs and I’m straddling his lap.

He lifts me up and pulls me in, but when his crown pushes against my entrance, he curses.

“What?” I hate how breathless I sound. I hate how obvious his effect on me is.

“I don’t have a condom.” He digs his fingers into my hips, holding me in place. His cock isright there. If I tilted my pelvis, he could very easily slip inside me.

“God, Noah. Don’t you know the rule? You should always bring a condom to the pool. You never know when you might need it.” I can’t help but joke. But the tease dies quickly andmy chest tightens, but I force the words out anyway. “I have an implant, and I’ve been tested. I’m okay with this if you are.”

He hesitates, indecision flickering over his features.

He’s going to shut this down, and that’s okay. I respect his choice not to take this step, even if my pussy will cry in protest.

Instead, he shocks me by plunging into me in one thrust and slamming his mouth against mine, swallowing my scream.

I hold on to him tighter, plundering his mouth with just as much fervor as he does mine.

If the way I dig my nails into his shoulders hurts, it doesn’t show.

His hips move against mine in perfect rhythm, like we’ve been doing this forever, the way we fit together, the instinctive way we can read one another’s desires.

“You feel so good.” He bites my bottom lip hard enough to leave it stinging. “I don’t want to want you,” he confesses against my ear.

Perhaps it should turn me off. I’m not sure what it says about me that his indecision only lights up my insides more brightly. Those words explain so perfectly his back-and-forth, the hot and cold attitude. It makes sense. His problem isn’t withme, but his own demons.

“But you do.”

I want to hear him say it—to admit to how badly he desires me.

“I do.” His breath gusts against my lips.

Powerful. That’s how it feels, knowing this man can’t resist me.

He presses a warm hand between my breasts and pushes my torso away from his body. Before I can ask why, he swoops down and laps at one breast.

“Oh, God.” My nipples have always been hypersensitive.

He turns his attention to the other side, and when he sucks hard, I go boneless. God, it’s a good thing he’s holding on to me. Otherwise I’d float away.

“Jesus, fuck. Could you come from this alone? Your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”

“I might.” I roll my hips against his so my clit rubs his pelvis, adding more friction.

“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he murmurs.

If I had to guess, the words are less for me and more because he can’t help but voice his thoughts in this moment. I love that I can undo him like this. He’s always so cool and collected. A cold force on the tennis court. But when he’s inside me, he loses his fucking mind.

He sucks sharply on my breast, pulling a startled gasp from my throat, and in the next second, I shatter around him. He doesn’t stop, though he peers up at me, watching in awe as I fall apart.

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