Page 82 of Silver Linings
I swat at his arm. “To yourplace, you perv.”
He grabs my hand before I bring it back down to my side and kisses the back of my knuckles. “Next block over, Sunshine. I’m ready for you to ruin me for all other women.”
Even the thought of him with other women has my hackles rising, a new feeling for me, and it surprises me that it’s not an unwelcome one.
When he tugs me along after him, a wicked grin on his face, I think he might be the one to ruin me.
We barely make it through the door before I’m on him, pushing him so his back is flush against the front door and I’m sealing my lips to his in a desperate kiss.
Hendrix’s tongue plunges into my mouth setting my body on fire, I meet him stroke for stroke as his hand dives into my hair, cupping the side of my neck to keep me in place.
I don’t know how I have ever lived without this. Any kiss I’ve ever had before him was inconsequential, paling in comparison to how being with Hendrix makes me feel. Sensation is sharper, colors are brighter, and the flutters in my stomach turn into a full on swarm. I feel like I can’t breathe, simultaneously feeling like this is the only thing keeping me grounded, tethered to this Earth and unburdened, like nothing bad could touch me as long as he’s with me.
His hands are wandering a lazy path from my neck down my sides until they settle on my ass, eliciting a groan from both of us as he palms each cheek before reaching under my thighs to hoist me up around his waist. I wrap myself around him with little to no effort and bring my mouth to his neck, sucking on the spot where his pulse hammers against my tongue. Smiling against his skin, I bite down on the same spot I had been licking, and he groans, dropping his head into my shoulder.
“Doing alright?” I pull his ear between my teeth.
I decide at this moment to make it my mission to drive him as crazy tonight as he’s done to me over the last week. I want him absolutely out of his mind, so blissed out, he doesn’t know up from down for days.
I can feel his hard length behind the fly of his jeans, holding me up so I’m just barely grazing the top of his erection. So slowly, he doesn’t notice, I shift slightly downward, rolling my core over the tip of his cock, rocking back and forth as well as I can in this position. He grunts, gripping my ass to stay my movements, holding me firmly against his body.
He brings his face in front of mine. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Set me down.” I drop a brief peck to his mouth.
He slowly lowers me to the ground, my body dragging down his in a delicious descent of friction. When he sets me on my feet, I don’t stop my trajectory, slowly sinking to my knees and looking up at him from my position on the floor.
“So that’s a yes to killing me then.” He looks like he’s in pain, and I revel in every moment, knowing I’m the one making him feel this way, that I drive him as crazy as he does me.
“Maybe just mild torture.” I grin and reach for his belt buckle.
He stops my hand. “You don’t have to do this.”
I can see in his eyes how desperately he wants it. He’s trying to be noble, like he has been for weeks, and it makes me fall a little more each time. But I’m done with him being a valiant knight. I want him depraved. I want to see him unleash and lose control, in me—in us.
“You’ve been taking care of me every day for a week.” I loosen his belt buckle, unbuttoning his pants.
“That doesn’t mean you o–” his words catch as I grab onto the bulge in his pants, “–owe me this.Fuck.”
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he squeezes his eyes closed, as if seeing me on my knees before him hurts, “but you’ve been taking care of me for a week, and it’s beensogood. But I’m going crazy not knowing what you taste like, feel like. Can I?”
“Christ,” He gives me a look that saysare you insanebefore he nods his consent.
A devilish grin ignites across my face as I unzip the fly and pull the denim down his legs until he’s able to toe out of them. I finger the edges of his briefs, pants discarded off to the side, before I reach my hand in gently to grab ahold of him. The grunt he emits when I finally make contact with him has my own panties dampening beneath my clothes.
I give him one firm tug before I remove my hand so I can pull his briefs down and bring him out fully. “Holy shit,” it’s almost vulgar how perfect he is.
His cock juts up, leaking with pre-cum, and I have to resist the urge not to lick my lips at the sight.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to come before this even starts,” his eyes are dark as onyx, and there’s a sheen of perspiration lining his brow from the effort of holding back.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Another firm tug as I inch closer and closer.
Bringing my mouth within an inch of his cock, I give it a teasing puff of air that makes him twitch in my hand. It earns me a deep sigh, and when I look up at Hendrix, every visible muscle in his body is pulled taut with restraint, eyes laser focused on me. It’s a heady look, addicting to be the sole focus of his attention.
Without breaking eye contact, I run my tongue in a teasing caress around the head before I suck the tip into my mouth.
“Fuck!” He throws his head back so quickly, it hits the door behind him, but I don’t stop my ministrations to check if he’s alright.
