Page 53 of Too Little Too Soon
It was time to lay her worries to rest. “We have a long night ahead of us.”
“I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”
* * *
She arched her brow.
Challenge accepted.
They were lying face-to-face in a narrow bunk hardly large enough for one person, let alone two. His naked chest was inches from her sweater. Despite the bulky, knitted material and the bra she wore, he could see the outline of her nipples, practically begging him to lick them.
No, bite them.
He held up the condom he’d snagged right before sliding into the bunk behind her.
“Where’d that come from?” she asked.
“Oz and Maria’s bunk.”
She laughed. “Are you serious? You stole a condom from my sister?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Mine are in my bag, which is stowed away right now. This was quicker.”
“You are crazy.”
“For you.” He let his gaze sweep over her body, watched her cheeks heat.
“Are you warm?” he asked huskily.
“A little.”
His hand skated along her waistline, his fingers slipping under the hem of her sweater. He pushed the material up and over her head, pausing to massage her tits for a few moments.
“Are you okay with a quickie?” he asked. “I don’t think we have long before the rest of the band is ready to go.”
She cupped his junk through his jeans, gave it a squeeze. “We’d better hurry then.”
“Hell yeah.” He unhooked her bra, shoved her pants down her legs before shimmying out of his jeans. Damn, these bunks were small.
With the condom in her hand, Ava pushed him down onto his back. He lay there, his heartbeat accelerating. Surely, she was about to wrap him, but instead, she lowered her head over his cock and then her lips enclosed him and she sucked him in, and holy hell, this was exactly what people meant when they said, “It feels like heaven.”
“Fu-u-u-uck,” he ground out, his fingers sliding into her silky strands, grasping her head and helping guide her movements. Until he was on the verge of not being able to stop.
Gently, he tugged her away from his swollen, eager cock.
“I need to be inside you,” he more or less growled.I need to connect with youwas what he meant.
She nodded and sheathed him, her hands shaking, which only heightened the sensation, to be honest. He was practically ready to explode the second he lay on his side and she threw her leg over his hip. He guided himself home, sliding into her wet heat, cupping her ass and pulling her as close as she could possibly get without crawling inside him.
Breathing roughly through gritted teeth, he pumped, straining with the need to hold himself back. He wanted her to get to the finish line first. But fuck, this felt so damn amazing. She was so damn perfect. They were so damn—gah!
He slipped his hand between their bodies, found her clit, and began thrumming desperately. Her breathing grew erratic; she rolled her hips, scrabbled at the wall, clutched at his neck as she reached for that release he liked to think only he could give her.
“Please, please, please,” she begged. She was close, and thank fuck, because he had officially reached that point of no return, and he could barely keep his thumb pressed to her clit as his balls tightened and his dick pulsed while he filled the condom as her inner muscles flexed over and over again in time with her desperate little mewls.
Hot damn, did he ever like having sex on the bus.
With Ava.
