Page 28 of The Hang Up
“My turn,” I murmur, pushing on his shoulder.
He rolls onto his back for me, and I grin as I kiss my way down his stomach. I nudge his legs wider and wiggle between them. His cock bobs in front of my face. I lick my lips as I wrap my hand around his length and slowly pump my fist up and down.
I’m teasing him, and I smirk as I watch him. He’s tense, the muscles in his stomach and thighs trembling as I lazily move my hand up and down his dick.
“Lena,” he pleads.
Licking my lips, I lean forward and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I moan around his cock, my hand twisting and stroking the inches I can’t fit into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he grunts, his hips jerking. “Fuck, Lena. Fuck!”
I hum around his length, my head bobbing as I work him over. Saliva forms in the corners of my mouth and runs down his cock, pooling beneath us on the mattress.
“So hot,” he says gruffly.
My core clenches at his rough tone.
“Need you again,” he says, reaching for me.
“You can come in my mouth.”
He curses up a storm. “No. I need to get you off, too. You come first. Always.”
I’m about to argue, but he’s already dragging me up the bed and rolling me under him. His cock prods my opening, and our eyes lock as he thrusts into me.
We exhale roughly as he bottoms out inside me. He leans down and kisses me sweetly as he starts to move.
It’s slower this time. More intense. More raw.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. He moves inside me with a steady rhythm, his lips brushing mine with every breath. I lose myself in the sensation, in the way he looks at me, like he’s seeing me for the first time and falling all over again.
“So close,” I pant.
“Come with me,” he whispers against my lips.
I gasp as that overwhelming sensation spreads throughout my body. Heat encompasses me, and I close my eyes, absorbing the sensation as we come together.
I take a shaky breath as his forehead presses to mine, our bodies locked tight, hearts beating wild and fast and completely in sync.
I cling to Holden as he rolls to his side. He kisses me softly, caressing every inch of me he can reach. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. Not that I mind because I can’t get enough of him either.
Something settles deep in my chest.
Hope.
Maybe even love.
Emotions swirl inside me, and I know it’s time for me to go to work. I need time away from Holden to process everything and get my head on straight.
I press a kiss to his jaw. “I really have to go now.”
He groans dramatically and flops onto his back. “You sure I can’t convince you to call in sick?”
I laugh. “Nice try. The girls would murder me.”
He grins, eyes still closed. “Fine. But I’m driving you.”
“You don’t have to?—”
