Page 49 of His Hot Mess

Chris looked like he wanted to devour me. He straddled the wood, pushing my legs open and over the sides so my toes hit the cold cement. His stomach brushed against my mound as he leaned over and I shivered at the suggestion of what he felt like there.

There was just enough space for him to rest his forearms on either side of my body as he drew his tongue up my belly to the underside of my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth and pulled it with his lips, bringing it to a pucker under his tongue.

I threw my arms up over my head, moaning under him as he took each of my tits in turn, using his tongue to toy with them until I was whimpering. Begging for him.

Chris brought himself up on his hands, hovering over me. I stared up at him, into his eyes that looked suddenly… naughty. I didn’t know what other word to call the way he was grinning now. He shifted, sitting back but still leaning over me, using one rippling arm to hold his weight.

He massaged my breast with one hand, his thumb on my nipple, then he pulled his hand away and gently slapped it.

A thrill of electricity shot through me.

“Do that again,” I whispered.

Desire flamed in his eyes as he obliged, slapping my breast again so I felt it shake on my chest.

“Such a bad girl,” he said, his voice so low I felt myself grow wetter.

I grinned. “And I thought you were so fucking perfect all the time.”

Chris gave me one last slap and then swooped down and took my nipple into his mouth, clamping his teeth down on it hard enough that I gave a shriek as the sensation of it—the slightest pain twinned with aching pleasure rippled through me. As he tugged at me with his teeth, he brought his hand down and slipped a finger along my slit, making me cry out.

He dipped his finger inside of me. Then another, curling them both up against my g-spot so I nearly came right then. He dropped down and brought his tongue to my clit, flicking it fast and steady. The attention was so intense I did come then, almost immediately, bucking under him; my ass slapping against the wood, screaming his name so his hand came up and covered my mouth.

The moment my climax ebbed, and I stopped writhing under him, he pulled his hand away from my lips. I lay there panting for only a few seconds before he said, “Shhh,”and his mouth found me again. This time he pulled and sucked at my clit with his lips and tongue until I came once more, this one deep and low and throbbing through me like an electric current, making my toes curl and eyelashes flutter.

“Chris!” was all I could manage. I clutched at his hair, pulling him up.

He got back up and kissed me, deep and hard. I felt as if I was going to come again as his thigh brushed against my swollen clit. But I didn't want to, not yet. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to press me against this wood while he fucked me.

Chris reached for his jeans, pulling a condom out of his pocket. I wanted to ask if he always kept one there or if he put it there today, hoping this would happen.

He swiftly unwrapped it and slid it onto himself.

And then I didn’t care, because he was going to give me what I wanted. What I’d been trying and failing not to want so desperately since Friday.

Him.

Chris slipped into me so fast and hard I gasped, my back sliding. I gripped the wood on either side of me to stay in place.

"Yes!" I breathed. "Oh fuck, Chris, yes!"

He lifted my leg up so it was hooked at his shoulder and kissed my ankle with a tenderness that was almost shocking. Then he slowed down, driving into me with agonizingly drawn-out thrusts, filling me up as deep as he could go, then pulling out, and doing it again. I closed my eyes when I began seeing stars.

Locking his hands on either side of me, Chris balanced on the wood. Even though he’d initiated this, I’d still felt like I had some semblance of control, like I had the upper hand and he was powerless against me, even when he was leading the way. But in this moment, where he commanded my attention, I knew I’d relinquished it.

Maybe I never had it to begin with.

Chris kept his eyes on me, our vision locked together, while he picked up speed.

Mine, his look seemed to say.You’re mine, now.

He thrust faster, but with the same hardness as before. More and more. He balanced his weight on his one hand, lowering his thumb onto my clit, and this time he brought me to an explosive climax as he shuddered inside of me too. We shook together, sweat slicking our intertwined bodies, riding the wave together.

CHRIS

We didn't manage to get a lick of work done on Monday. Instead, after the most mind-blowing sex of my life, I suggested we go back to my place over on Sapphire Lake. It was the last thing like me to play hooky from a job but all I wanted to do, all I could conceive of doing, was to get Sadie alone; to spend some downtime with her right then, without the risk of anyone barging in on us.

“We don’t even need to… do anything,” I said. And I meant it. Even though god knew I wouldn’t say no if she wanted to make love again, I just wanted the chance to be with her. I wanted to cook her dinner and lie in bed and watch a movie—or not watch a movie—and sleep in each other’s arms.

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