Page 41 of Not Made to Last

Our mouths had been so busy locked on each other’s that it’s the first time we’ve spoken since she kissed me. And, honestly, I can’t fucking remember the last time I made out with a girl just for the sake of making out.

No complaints.

I still have one hand in her hair, the other on her ass, where it’s spent the past few minutes, my fingers digging deep into her flesh, guiding her while she shifted her hips, grinding in slow circles as she pressed down on my cock. I was so fucking hard, and she was so warm, and minutes later, her breathing hitched, her hips jerked, and her moans—goddamn her moans—and ittook me a second to realize what was happening. At first, it was an assumption, but then she started cursing with every exhale,“fuck fuck fuck”, and I knew for sure she was coming. Or close to it. I let her ride it out, and by that, I meanride me, meeting her thrust for thrust, until she bit down on my shoulder to muffle herscream. She shook in my arms, and I held her close, not knowing what to be more shocked about—the fact that I’m pretty certain she broke skin with her teeth or the sound she made when she did it. Or maybe it’s that she was able to get there bydry humping.

Or, even more surprising, that I was about two fucking seconds away from doing the same.

Hence, why I can’t stop laughing.

“I’m not laughingatyou,” I tell her between chuckles. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her mouth. “Swear it.”

“Then what’s funny?” she asks, pressing down on me again. Girls have it good when it comes to sex, as long as they’re with a giving partner. They can go multiple times. I have one shot, and in Liv’s scenario, that one shot is myonlyshot.

“I’m just insanely turned on, that’s all.” I pull back, smiling when I see the state of her. Beads of sweat form along her hairline and join the freckles on her nose. Her cheeks are flushed, rosy red, and I remove my hand off her ass to swipe my thumb along the warmth there. “God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her, and I mean it in every sense of the word.

She kisses me once. Twice. And then over and over again. She ends on a sigh, the sound of contentment, and adjusts on my lap, sitting slightly higher. Forehead resting against mine, she asks, “Where do you keep your condoms?”

Eyes narrowed, I pull back slightly. “This isn’t my house.”

She rears back even more, keeps her forearms on my shoulders. “Don’t you keep some in your wallet?”

“Who the fuck carries a wallet?”

“You did!” she retorts. “Remember? The night we met…”

“Oh yeah. I lied.” I glance around her room, ending on her nightstand, and motion to it. “Don’t you keep some in there?”

“Who am I having sex with?”

I grin, liking that answer. Then stop. Because what now?

“Don’t you have some in your car?” she asks.

I shake my head. “What about Dom?—”

She squeals, interrupting me. “I don’t want to know.” She pulls back an inch, squeezing my nape as she glares down at me. “How are you this unprepared?”

“It’s not as if I came here intending to fuck you.”

She pouts, pushing out her bottom lip. “You didn’t?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not having this conversation again.”

She nods, looking down at the problem between us. I’m still rock hard, and she likely wants to get off again.

“Want me to blow you?” she asks, all even toned and casual.

I almost come at the thought. Right there and then. Instead, I throw her off of me in one swift move. She lands on her back, and I flip onto my stomach beside her. I grip my cock, delaying the inevitable.

“I’ve never done it before,” she says, her tone pensive, and if she’s still talking about sucking dick, then I’ll lose my mind, and my load, all at once. “You’ll have to show me what you like so I can get it right.”

“Fuck me.” I rise, half over her, and cover her mouth with my hand. “Stop.”

Eyebrows bunched, she asks, her words muffled by my palm, “Stop what?”

“Stop talking, you’re fucking…” I growl into the pillow, and now I’mdry humping her fucking mattress.Great. “I’m going to lower my hand, and you have to help me, okay?”

“Help how?”

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