Page 43 of Embers of You
I use that to my advantage, moving one hand to the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her damp hair while our mouths move against each other. I kiss along her jaw and neck, using my grip on her hair to give myself better access to run my lips along her soft skin. She rubs herself against me again, and I groan.
“Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to end up really embarrassed,” I grind out, but even as I say that, I help guide her movements against me. I can’t feel her to know how wet she is, and I would give anything to shed the layers of clothes betweenus just so I can know. Even now I swear I can feel the heat of her against my cock.
“Keep what up? This?” she teases, rubbing herself even harder against me. I grip her even tighter, slamming her mouth onto mine in a vicious kiss that’s completely untamed. Everything before this moment pales in comparison with the way we fight for dominance with our lips, tongues, and teeth.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That feel good?”
“So good,” she breathes into my mouth, taking it in a searing kiss.
I can’t help but thrust up against her, my dick dying to get closer any way it can. The way she’s swiveling her hips while she rubs herself only makes me think of what she would look like doing the same thing with my cock buried deep inside her.
“You going to make yourself come like this?” I rasp, gripping her hip even tighter to move her over my length.
“I-I don’t…maybe—” She hesitates, and that causes me to completely take charge. She hasn’t seen all the sides of me, but she’s about to.
I hold her down on top of my lap where I know she can feel me, solid between her legs and she wiggles trying to get more friction. She tries to kiss me again, but I use my other hand to hold the hair at the base of her neck and stay just out of reach. She lets out the cutest little growl, and it makes me smirk.
“You going to get yourself off just by riding me like this, baby?” My voice is low, gravely and I recognize this is the second time I’ve called her that tonight, but she hasn’t said anything and it feels too natural in this moment.
Sutton moans softly, dropping her forehead to mine and nods, squirming once again. I crash our mouths together once more, and help guide her movements against me while our tongues thrash against each other.
She feels so good rubbing herself against me like this. Everything about her is perfect, the way she moves, the way she feels, I want more but I don’t dare push her too far.
“Show me what it looks like when you fall apart for me,” I demand while I feel myself getting dangerously close to releasing myself. I do everything I can to hold back though because this moment is about her, not me.
“I want to feel you,” she confesses softly between kisses, and my attempt to keep my release at bay is obliterated by that single sentence, because I want that too.
“You will,” I tell her. What I don’t tell her is that it won’t be today. “But right now I need you to get there and come for me.”
She moans louder, her movements becoming more erratic while we move together, fucking through our clothes and somehow it’s the hottest moment I’ve ever experienced. I can only imagine how amazing it’ll be if I get the chance to have her naked underneath me.
She gets closer to her peak, and I continue to hold mine back. But when her legs squeeze mine as her body tenses with a sharp whimper as she finds her release, the sound, the sight, the feeling, everything is too much and the orgasm I was barely holding back takes over. Groaning, I drop my head to her shoulder while she holds onto me tightly as hers racks through her.
We’re both breathing heavily, but neither of us move. We’re in this bubble, and as long as we don’t move or speak we get to stay here. As the post orgasmic feeling fades, the fear creeps in that she’s going to run again.
So does the feeling of needing to change my pants because she just made me come in them like a teenager. Which is why I resort to humor to try and lighten the mood, hoping she won’t go running.
“You caused a little bit of a mess, are you going to help clean it up?” She pulls back slightly, looking at me, then down into my lap where her mouth tugs upward slightly. That simple look makes me relax slightly.
“You’re a big boy, I think you can clean up yourself.” She climbs off my lap slowly and I instantly miss the feeling of her on me. I have to fight the urge to grab her and put her right back where she belongs. Which is as close as possible to me.
I stand up, but before walking back toward my bedroom, I lean down, holding her chin and forcing her to look up at me. “Don’t run.”
Her gaze softens. “I won’t.”
I press a featherlight kiss to her lips, then go to my room, cleaning up something that should be embarrassing, but because of the look she gave me when she saw what happened I feel the opposite. I just hope that even once the rain stops she’s not going to shut me out again.
CHAPTER 21
Sutton
I wouldn’t sayI ran away after the rain let up. But I didn’t stay much longer, either. My mind is at war with itself because I can’t bring myself to regret what happened. Although, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for it to happen again, either.
Of course Jameson walked me up to the main house—his parents’ house—so I could get Bennet, and then back to my car. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I tell him that he can go be free and do whatever I’m sure he’d rather be doing, but he insists he’s right where he wants to be.
It only makes my mind swim with even more confusion, because I want to trust that he really is this genuine. I want to think this is just who he is, but I’m just waiting for a shoe to drop. Some deep dark secret that will come out at the worst time and ruin anything we may have.
Bennet doesn’t jump into my car right away like he usually does. “Come on, hop in.”
