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Shane’s body, like I noticed downstairs, is lean and toned, and I can tell it’s not from days spent solely at the gym. Up close and personal, his body resembles more of an outdoorsman than a gym rat, and it’s all I can do not to grab my phone and snap a picture. Not that I think he’d mind, but I can get to that later. A picture will never be enough anyway. From the sight of him, I know I could spend the rest of my life exploring the hard lines and planes of his chests, his abs, and his arms and it’d never be enough.
Tonight, at least, is a damn good start.
“Baby, you can take a picture. I won’t mind,” Shane teases, apparently reading my mind.
I raise an eyebrow and gaze down at him. “I’ve got something else in mind, but don’t think I’ll be forgetting that offer in the future,” I tell him, wondering if I’ll ever even see him after this night.
Pushing the thought aside, I wrap a hand around the root of his cock. I make a fist, working him up and down, marveling at how hard and solid he is beneath my fingers. Sure, I’ve given plenty of hand jobs over the years, but I’ve never met a dick that felt like I was holding on to a firm tree root.
My confidence gets a boost when Shane leans his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. His lips curl into a satisfied grin, and I’m surprised when a glistening drop of his already impending release catches my attention—and my hunger. The creamy, white pearl is like a lighthouse beacon I’m instantly drawn to. It’s beckoning for me to lap it up, and I can’t resist. I bend, circle the tip of him, and enjoy the taste of the salty substance on my tongue.
I moan in pleasure at the same moment a low groan escapes Shane’s lips. The sound is all the invitation I need to wrap my lips around his thick arousal and slowly sink down, taking him until my mouth meets the base of his cock. He’s huge, nearly unmanageable, but when his hips buck at the contact, I’m eager to please.
We work together, establishing the perfect rhythm. Umm, Ryan Masterson who?
Third base has never been so good, and as much as I want to head straight for home, all I want to do is please Shane with my mouth. If his groans and his frantic thrusts are any indication, I’m succeeding.
As his tempo increases, I struggle to keep up. I’m not ashamed, not in the slightest. In fact, I’m pretty fucking happy to just hold on as Shane finishes the ride. I grip his erection, jacking him fast, allowing him to control my mouth. It’s not long before he’s pulsating against my tongue, and when he moans his pleasure, it does something to my insides. His hands slide into my hair, making a fist and pulling a little less than gently.
I’m unaffected by the pain. Hell, I revel in it. He’s so close, so so close, and I want to give this to him.
I suck with all my might, more than pleased when warm liquid shoots into the back of my throat. Though Shane tries to pull away, I’m undeterred, sucking harder as I swallow and savor every salty, sweet ounce of his come. With one last suck, satisfied he’s emptied his reserves, I slowly slide him out of my mouth, a loud pop echoing in the room when his head leaves my lips. The satisfied grin on his face mirrors what I imagine my own looks like.
His eyes are still closed, his chest heaving as he pants.
I’m hoping like hell that this isn’t over, but even if this is all we do tonight, it’ll hands down be the best sexual experience of my life.
I can hardly believe I just came in Alyssa’s mouth. I didn’t want to. That definitely wasn’t the plan. No, when I came, I wanted to be deep inside her, but with the way she sucked me, I couldn’t hold back.
Luckily for us both, my dick hardens all over again at the feel of her fingers running up the length of my torso. She grazes my bare skin, the pads of her thumbs rubbing over my nipples, which sends an excited shiver down my spine. When I open my eyes, the sight causes me to groan.
Alyssa’s sprawled between my legs, her cheeks flushed with exertion, her lips plump and soft from what she just did. It takes everything in me not to flip her over and plunge into her with abandon, especially when her eyes travel up the length of my body, obvious appreciation in her gaze.
“That was amazing,” I say, my voice low and husky.
Her dark-brown eyes meet mine, and she grins with mischief. “That was only the beginning, baby.”
That little tease is all I need. If the way she sucked my cock with such enthusiasm is any indication, Alyssa’s about to be the best lay of my life, and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her. Here. Now.Finally.
I quickly rise from the bed and grab her waist before flipping her onto her back and hovering over her. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her off slowly at first, gently, the same way I want to make love to her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back once I’m nestled inside her, but for this girl, this first time, I’ll try like hell.
There’s an internal war waging within myself. I want to go slow; I also want her with more passion than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. As if she’s read my mind, Alyssa’s lips part, and our tongues tangle, dueling until I don’t know who’s vying for dominance. Not that I care. No matter the winner of this battle, I’ve already won the war. Skin pressed to skin, we let our hands roam each other, neither of us coming up for air for what feels like ages.
With reluctance, I pull back and gaze down at this beautiful girl beneath me. Desire flashes in her eyes, and for a split second, I wonder what will happen after this night. But Alyssa wipes the future out of my mind when she wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in closer to her—something I didn’t even think possible at this point.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she gives me a soft smile. “I’m ready, Shane,” she whispers. “So ready. Take me.”
I didn’t become CFO of an international conglomerate without learning how to tell people no, but this girl? This night? I’ll say yes to anything she wants as long as it means I’m inside her.
My hand slips between us and I’m instantly met with the evidence that she’s telling the truth. She’s wet, so fucking wet, and it’s all for me. I can’t deny her, denyus, any longer.
She whimpers when I break her contact to grab protection from my shorts, but once I reposition myself between her legs, the sound of her breath catching causes me to hesitate.
I meet her eyes, locking our gazes, and she smiles up at me. It’s a sight I’ll never forget.
Because I realize that, for the first time in my life, I’m actually looking at the woman I’m about to fuck and I’ve never done that before. It’s unnerving, but then she draws her bottom lip between her teeth and I know tonight is different.
For whatever reason,she’sdifferent.
