Page 108 of Small Town Firsts

The drive from Vinny’s back to my place is excruciating. I can’t help but be curious about what’s going to happen once we arrive. Is he going to come up? God, I hope so, and then he cango down…on me. The thought almost makes me moan out loud, and I shift in my seat, squeezing my thighs together.

“You okay over there?” Brock asks, smirking, not once taking his eyes off of the road.

“Mmhmm. Why?” I frown at how breathless my voice sounds.

“Just over there moanin’ and wiggling in your seat.”

Great. Guess I did moan out loud.“I’m just dandy. Don’t you worry about me.”

Brock guides his truck to a spot across the street from my apartment. “It’s my job to worry about you. Now, c’mon, I’ll walk you up.”

I roll my eyes outwardly, but on the inside, that line melted me. “Okay, Casanova.” Little does he know our night isn’t ending here.

I press the call button for the elevator, and Brock stands directly behind me, so close the heat from his body covers mine. Ever so slowly, I push my ass into him, and now he’s groaning. “You okay over there?” I ask, throwing his earlier words back at him.

He grips my hips with his strong hands and brings his lips to my ear and harshly whispers, “You’re playin’ with fire, Abby Jane.”

The elevator doors open, and I step away from him and into the car; he follows and taps the button for the second floor. I step closer to him and palm his erection. “Good thing I like it hot,” I whisper, and the words hang between us, mingling with our lust.

The doors open, and we file out and make it to my apartment. I slide my key into the lock and step over the threshold. “Aren’t you gonna come in?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t?” he asks, sounding torn.

I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “Ireallywish you would.”

Brock scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, you really are a little firecracker.” He steps in behind me and I close the door, sliding the lock into place.

Instantly he grips the back of my thighs and hoists me up. Our lips meet in a heated kiss; it’s teeth and tongue and passion and longing all coming together at once. He lowers himself onto the couch so that I’m straddling him, and before I know it, I’m grinding down on him, and he’s meeting me thrust for thrust.

Brock breaks our kiss and murmurs against my lips. “Fuck, Abs, you’re so sexy. But I want to do things right with you.”

I swivel my hips and his eyes roll back just a little. “No one gets to decide what’s right but us.”

“You sure?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

I lick my lips then shrug out of my blazer and tug my shirt over my head, leaving me bare on top since I skipped a bra. “One hundred and twenty percent. I want to finish what we started last time you were here.” I bring my hands to my chest and tug on my nipple rings, moaning at the sensation. “I want to know how you feel inside me.”

“Jesus Christ. That mouth of yours is trouble.”

I shimmy out of his lap and sink to my knees on the floor, nestling myself between his spread legs. Brock watches me like a hawk as I flick open the button to his jeans before dragging the zipper down, freeing him from the confines of his pants. “Let me show you just how much trouble.”

He lets out a guttural moan from deep in his throat when I hum against him. His hands tug on my hair as my fingers press into his thighs. I don't get to finish what I started before I'm being hauled up and laid back onto the floor. "As much as I love your kind of trouble, it's my turn."

Brock wastes no time stripping me: first my heels, then my shorts. My black lace panties give him pause, though. He stares at them like they’re the eighth wonder of the world, licking hislips as he does. “Damn. You are so sexy.” His voice is sandpaper and grit, full of want.

With sure hands, he pulls the delicate lace from my body before pushing my legs farther apart. I shudder the moment his mouth lands where I need him the most, threading my fingers through his hair as he expertly works my body. He licks and sucks and nips at my sensitive flesh, working me to the edge of orgasm and drawing back just before I come. Again and again, until I’m nothing more than a writhing mass, begging for release. “Please, Brock. Oh, God, please,” I moan desperately.

He looks up at me from his spot between my legs; a wicked grin pulling at his lips as he grips my thighs and pushes them further apart. “Only since you asked so nicely,” he rumbles against my skin before doubling down on his efforts. And just like that, I fall apart, screaming his name.

Before I’ve even had a chance to recover, Brock moves from between my thighs to hovering over me. He seals his lips to mine in a searing kiss, nipping at my lip and then licking away the burn. He pulls back, and we’re nose to nose. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred and twenty-five percent now,” I reply with a sly grin.

He keepshis eyes on me, his eyes roaming over my exposed body, honing in on the colorful tattoos on my right side as he stands to kick off his shoes and finish the job I started of removing his pants.

I watch him just as intently as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and snags a little foil packet. Sheathed and ready to go, Brock lowers himself back down to me and pushes inside easily with the added lubrication of my recent climax, one hand supporting his weight while the other palms my cheek tenderly. He fits me like he was made for me, and he moves like he has amap to my pleasure points. He brings me to the edge again and again until we’re both a sweating, panting mess of tangled limbs. But when I finally fall apart, he’s right behind me, with a long, guttural, “Fuuuuck.”

CHAPTER 16

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