Page 14 of False Start

He pulls back far enough to look me in the eye. There's tightly reined need there, but also an earnestness that stills me. I force myself to release the death grip I have on the couch cushions.

"You are more than welcome to leave, but, if I may…Wehavealready had sex."

"That neither of us remember," I interrupt, and he frowns slightly.

"True, but this doesn't have to be a big deal." He takes both of my hands in his, kissing my fingertips. "We can just be two consenting adults scratching an itch becausesomebodydidn't check their weed."

His words aren't chastising, but playful, and he punctuates his sensual offer by nipping at the tender skin of my neck. The motion snaps my control, and I launch myself lips-first into Cory's face. He captures my mouth with his, boldly plunging his tongue inside. His hands slip back under my skirt, which is basically a belt at this point, and he pushes two fingers beneath my panties into my aching core.

Thankfully, I'm too far gone to be embarrassed by the sounds he's eliciting with his ministrations. If we were at my place, the neighbors would probably call to complain about a loud cat in heat. They'd be part right, too, considering I feel feral, scratching at my zipper to free myself from the pesky fabric separating us.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Cory moans, licking down my neck towards the swell of my breasts.

He pulls away just enough to yank his shirt out of his pants, and once it's loose, I rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere, dinging against furniture and windows, but I'm hypnotized by the bare chest in front of me.

"Chiseled" is an apt description, as he looks to be cut from solid granite. A scant patch of hair covers his chest, growing thicker and darker as it trails down before disappearing beneath his dress pants. I reach out instinctively, marveling at the delicious contrast of my dark hands against his pale abs.

"Damn, Cory," I sigh. That's all I can come up with; his physique has struck me positively dumb.

He quirks his mouth—not quite a smirk—and nudges my legs apart so he can fall down between them. My shirt has buttons too, but instead of hastily ripping it open, he unbuttons it one button at a time, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, then the sensitive space between my breasts, and finally nuzzling the lace of my bra aside to lick my areolas. I shudder with anticipation.

"I'm not going to lie. When I saw you that first morning after," he breathes into my skin, "I was really bummed I didn't remember sleeping with you. These tits are just…" He trails off, palming one before squeezing the heavy weight in his hand. The rough pads of his fingers send ripples of sensation through me, and his pupils dilate with lust. Then he yanks the lace the rest of the way down and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

His touch is neither clumsy nor tentative. He swirls his tongue around my tight peaks in hard, sure strokes that leave me breathless. I arch my back to push them further into his mouth, helpless against the rush of euphoria threatening to consume me.

"I wanted to taste them," he continues, my nipple still in his mouth, "Would've stayed with you tangled up in my sheets for the rest of the day if you had let me."

His words make me feel drunk, their potency fueling the passion already burning in my veins. I put both my hands on his shoulders and push to flip us until I'm on top, straddling his hips. My nipple slips from his lips with a wet pop.

"Less talking. More fucking," I demand.

He chuckles and the gleam in his eyes blazes even hotter.

"Yes, ma'am."

I scramble off his lap and tug down my skirt and thong in one fell swoop. Cory openly gawks as I stand before him in nothing but a bra that leaves little to the imagination, and my Nina Chanel Abney green Jordans. His eyes widen when they land on the shoes, and I start to kick them off.

"No!" he blurts, and I freeze. Ireallyhope he hasn't changed his mind.

He looks up at me with a shy smile, his cheeks turning pink.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Just…Please. Leave them on?"

I straighten and level him with a smirk.

"You want me to keep my shoeson?" I ask. Cory nods. "Are you a sneaker head or something?"

He looks chagrined and shrugs lightly.

"If you consider having an entire closet just for my sneaker collection being 'a sneaker head', then yes."

Oh really? I see you, Cory!My smirk turns into a genuine smile, and I reach behind his head into my bag for a condom.

"You'll have to show me later."

As I tear open the wrapper, he wrenches his pants open and shoves them down to his knees. I straddle his hips once more and slide the thin latex down his impressive length. I shouldn't be surprised; he definitely hasbig dick energy. He grabs hold of my hips, sliding them forward, then lifting to line his cock up with my center.

"Oooh, shiiiit," I groan as he enters me, his girth stretching my walls almost to the point of pain.

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