Page 28 of Happy Hour

Growing up, I always knew the Riley boys were well endowed butthis...I may just require medical attention after this. I may have even gasped at this thought but I couldn’t be sure with all the noises he was making. We were both being very focal.

Settling between my legs, his lips grazed over my bare nipples. Slowly, he drew my left nipple into his mouth and sucked gently and then let his teeth graze it before pulling back, repeating the process with my other nipple.

I was dying...a slow agonizing death, wrapped in his warm steel embrace.

Suddenly he jerked back looking at me, his brow scrunched together. “Are you okay...I mean...are you sure, Sway? We’ve never...” a shaky hand rose to run threw his mess of hair.

Is he nervous? Why is he shaking so badly?

I nodded, my cheeks blazing like the fiery sun. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was nervous at the way he was shaking. But I knew Jameson well enough that he was never nervous, why would right now be any different?

When his eyes met mine again, he looked worried. “Are you sure? We’ve never discussed...friends with benefits before.”

Friends with benefits? Could I do friends with benefits?

If it meant other women were nowhere near him, then yes, I could do this. If it meant that by some slim chance he would realize he had feelings for me too, then yes, I could do this.

I nodded again; Jameson flashed a soft smile leaning over the side of the bed for a condom in his wallet.

The hesitation returned for a brief moment before his eyes found mine again. With his body pressed tightly to mine, you couldn’t hide much of anything. I could feel him against my thigh and knew he could feel the funbags against his chest. Why I was thinking of our body parts pressed together was a strange thought but that’s what I was thinking.

Knowing this was about to happen, I swallowed slowly feeling the rapid beating of our hearts and trying not to focus on pressing body parts and more on the actual boring about to take place.

Then, with a slow lazy kiss, our bodies joined. He pushed forward gradually with a growl that sent shivers and goose bumps all over me, his body trembling intensely as he did so.

I can’t believe we are actually doing this! We are actually having sex! He’s not pushing me away, he’s pulling me against him and his camshaft is inside me!

The feeling I got when Jameson entered me was amazing, sappy even. I felt whole...my crankcase was meant to house his camshaft, engineered for each other.

He gasped and I let out a shuddering gaspy breath against his lips as my bearings adjusted to him.

“Are you all right?” his voice hindered by his harsh breathing. “Should I...stop?”

I couldn’t form the words so I simply shook my head against his shoulder placing a kiss into his neck and pushed my hips up letting him know I didn’t want him to stop. My hands moved over the breadth of his hard shoulders urging him on.

Now I’ve had sex before with a few different people but Jameson quickly put them to shame when he had me screaming like a porn star within two minutes.

His hips moved languidly for a while, his hands curling under and over my shoulders to pull me into him, holding me tightly to his body. So tightly, it felt as if his life depended on it.

Intensity and impatience marked everything from his movements to his kisses. Holding my hands above my head against the pillow, his head dipped down to whisper in my ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Say what?

All I could do was moan loudly and then he reached down hitching my leg further up his hip.

“You like that?” he grunted against my shoulder, most of his weight shifted to rest against his arm that was bent near my head supporting him.

“Yes, harder.”

Jesus, you sound ridiculous.

Jameson chuckled breathlessly. “Honey...that I can do,” He growled in my ear fisting his hands through my hair, tugging gently before he flipped us over so I was on top of him. “You like dirty talking...don’t you?”

I became undone completely with everything, all around me. It was his voice, so low and vibrating that I could feel it pulsing throughout my entire body, every nerve ending reaching out to him. It was his touch, one that I knew so well, firm yet soft and focused.

It really was everything andsomuch more than I ever thought possible. So many times, I wondered what this would be like and now it was happening.

“Yeah,” I moaned eventually to his dirty question because I really did enjoy the dirty talking. You could tell me how to change spark plugs and I was quivering mess.

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