Page 90 of Before We Fell

Every muscle in my body tense, and it took effort to keep my eyes opened.

No way in hell was I missing this.

And no way was she doing this to me, without me giving to her.

“Lauren.” I pressed my hand to her head, tried to hold her steady. She took me deeper, almost sucking my plan out of my brain through her ministrations.

I said her name again and covered her hand with mine, stopping her.

“What?” She pulled off, breathless. Breasts swaying, nipples hard.

My mouth watered at the thought of getting them in my mouth.

Later.

“Give me a minute. You’re going to make me come, honey.”

A sweet, mischievous grin appeared. “That’s sort of the point.”

“I want my hands on you when I do. Come here.”

I adjusted the pillows, sitting up. “Now, slide your ass my way.”

She moved slowly, whether she was hesitant or trying to seduce me didn’t matter. What matters is that she listened. Some part of me had told me months ago that Lauren didn’t have nearly as much experience as I did. And I imagined when she chose her lovers, she chose them carefully, considerately. And while the last thing I wanted to be thinking of with her hand on me was her exes, I also assumed they would have been as vanilla as they came.

I was the biggest risk Lauren had ever taken in her life, that I didn’t doubt.

And that she took the risk with me anyway meant everything.

I flattened one leg so she could reach me as she moved to the side. Her ass and pussy close enough to reach out and touch.

“Now,” I said, sliding my fingers through her slit. Hot damn. She was drenched. How about that? Sweet little Miss Frazier got turned on sucking dick. It was hot enough just knowing that I could have come. I took my dick in my other hand and started lazily pumping as her whimpers grew higher. Quicker. She rolled and pressed her hips into my fingers flicking at her swollen bud. “Now you can suck my dick.”

She shot me a look. Had there been more light I imagined full of piss and vinegar, which meant when her mouth brushed against the head of my dick again, I was laughing silently.

She tried to be tough. Too bad she was too sweet for it to take.

“That’s it. Take as much as you can.”

She went deeper, hitting the back of her throat before pulling back off. I focused on her, the thumping of my blood in my veins. The harshness of my breathing, and the slicked feel of her on my fingers.

God, I was dying for a taste of her.

With my fingers, I took her to the edge, teasing little flicks that drove her wild, before pushing those fingers into her. I fucked her with my fingers the same rhythm she tugged and pulled on my cock.

Both of us were groaning, grunting, sweat-lined. Her thighs trembled. And she bucked into my fingers. The walls of her pulsed around me, signaling how close she was.

I wasn’t ready for this to be done. I slid out of her, but eased her clit, gathered her wetness and slid my fingers back, up her crease. She bucked wildly as I teased her ass.

She wouldn’t have done this. Hell, I barely did this. Anal took a level of trust and vulnerability not frequently given during nightly visits with a you-can’t-sleep-here curfew.

But hell if the idea of claiming her everywhere didn’t set my blood on fire.

“Oh,” she whimpered. “That’s…”

“Good?”

She shook her head. I could barely see her face with all her hair in my way. It didn’t matter. She went back to sucking me viciously as I played with her ass, not entering, just pressing. Teasing. Hinting. And every hint I gave she welcomed. Which meant she’d be up for that.

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