Page 11 of The Last Thing
“Have you done that before?” he asks.
I nod, though it was only a couple of times with a guy in high school. It wasn’t great, but he was determined to learn, which is a lot more than most guys that age will do.
Deck sweeps a strand of hair over my shoulder. “Have you ever done it standing up?”
I squint at him. The math isn’t mathing.
“How?”
“I’ll show you.”
He leads me over to the bed and lies down so his head is partially over the edge.
“Now you step over me and settle in. From that angle, you can control everything.”
I stare at him for a beat, desire coursing through me.
“Come on, baby. Drown me with that pussy.”
I’ve never moved so fast.
He palms my ass as I settle over him, running my fingers through his thick, dark brown hair. I notice a few strands of gray right at his temples, which only makes him hotter.
I lower all the way down and the second his tongue sweeps over me, I let out a moan.
With a few swipes of his tongue, it becomes clear I’ve spent too much time playing with boys. Deck is a man. A man intent on making sure his partner gets as much—if not more—than he does.
My legs tremble, and I use my hands in his hair to reposition him slightly.
Fuck, I’m a slut for having my clit played with. Everything else is fun too, but that gets me there faster than anything else. And Deck might have a magic tongue because I swear I’m seeing stars.
“Yes,” I whine, rolling my hips.
I’m close. So close.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and my vision goes spotty. I yank on his hair, pulling him tight to me as he sputters. My orgasm rips through me, and my legs shake so badly Deck grabs my hips to steady me.
When I’m finally finished and step out of his grasp, I spin around and find him stroking his hard length.
He smirks like the devil as he sits up. “Told ya.”
“It’s about time.”
I reach for my bedside table and pull out a condom. We talked about protection before I ever got on my knees for him.
He reaches for the condom, but I step closer.
“Let me.” I climb on the bed beside him and push him backward, rolling the condom down his thick cock.
“Get on your back, let me?—”
I smile to myself as I ignore his words and climb on top of him, sinking down his length.
The second he’s buried inside me, I cry out.
His fingers bite into my hips, and then we both move, thrusting together.
Sparks dance along my skin as awareness prickles through me.
