Page 63 of Stick With Me
When I finally pull back, lightheaded and breathless, I struggle to slow my heartbeat. “I’m kissing you again.”Smooth, Hannah.
But he doesn’t seem to mind my fumbling words. He doesn’t give me an inch of room, still holding me tight, eyes blown like he’s struggling for control. “Please don’t stop,” he rasps against my mouth.
I whimper. “I never imagined you’d be the begging type.” My lips tip up against his so he can feel my smirk rather than see it.
“Only for you, baby.” He brings his mouth back to mine in a rough kiss.
Before I can process his movement, he flips onto his back, pulling me with him so I straddle his hips. His hard cock feels wildly perfect against my clit. Giving me pressure exactly where I need it.
He grips my hips tightly and guides my movements, rocking me against himself, using my body to pleasure his own. A shiver wracks through me as the sensation builds, close to overwhelming me.
Can I really come like this? It’d be a first, but I’m almost certain the answer is yes. We’re dry humping like horny teenagers, and it might be the best sexual experience of my life. I push aside the sadness of that, focusing instead on the feeling building in my core.
The sounds I’m making are obscene, but I’m past the point of playing it cool. I run my hands along his abs and chest but rather than skin, I’m met with cotton fabric. I clutch the fabric of his shirt. “Take this off.”
He tugs it off before I get the last word out. His body is all sculpted muscle. Running my hands from his chest to the indents of his abs, I finally get my fix of warm, masculine skin. I take in the sight of his body beneath mine. My mouth waters when I see the angry red head of his cock peeking out from the band of his boxer briefs.
“Hannah, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to embarrass myself.” His voice is a deep growl. He emphasizes his point as he pushes his hips up to meet mine.
He grabs the back of my neck and brings me down to him, fusing our lips together once more. His hands roam, moving down my sides, until he squeezes my ass, still clad in my sleep shorts.
I no longer need his encouragement, my hips grinding against him, chasing something that’s just out of reach.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long. You’re fucking perfect.”
We share a breath before his tongue caresses mine. He breaks away to speak more words against my lips. “Feel how wet you are. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
I can only manage a jerky nod in response. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on; I’m creating a wet patch on my cotton sleep shorts. I lick his lip, wanting to hear his words but also not wanting to lose our connection.
“Fuck, Hannah. You feel so good.”
I do feel good. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt better. And this isn’t even the real thing. How right will that feel? Does friendship somehow make sex better?
I don’t have time to think about it any further because Ryan’s hands are back on my hips, pulling me tighter to him as his hips roll in a brutal rhythm.
“Just like that, baby. Are you going to come for me?”
I manage some version of “yes,” barely coherent, but it’s all he needs. His encouragement continues, his voice low and rough, until everything else fades away. My body tightens, every muscle coiling in anticipation before the release hits me like a wave.
The intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling. My core clenches and spasms, every sensation heightened. Ryan continues to move me over his hard length, his rhythm slow but deliberate, drawing out every shiver of pleasure.
My gaze meets his, and the look in his eyes steals the breath I’ve only just caught. His expression holds a mixture of desire, awe, and something I can’t quite name.
He looks at me like I’m his favorite view. One he has no intention of looking away from.
TWENTY-SIX
Fuck.She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her dirty-blonde hair is a wild, tangled mess from where my hands have run through it. Her lips are puffy and swollen. Her pajama shorts and tank top sit askew, leaving little to the imagination. The outline of her pebbled nipples and her wet pussy are visible through the thin white cotton fabric. But it’s the lust-drunk look in her eyes and the flushed glow of her skin that truly undoes me.
She’s perfection, a sight I could lose myself in.Forever.
“Fuck, I like this side of you.” I take another moment to drink her in. “Thank you for letting me see it.”
She pecks my lips as her post-orgasm haze clears. But our soft affection quickly turns back to desperate need. My attempts to calm myself are failing, leaving me teetering on the edge of control I’ve been holding onto since our kiss earlier. My balls are painfully full, but seeing Hannah come makes it all worth it.
When she grinds against me again, I know I’m not alone in my desire. Making her come again feels necessary. “Can I taste you?” I speak softly against her lips.
Her body tenses before she sighs, her breath warm against my skin. She buries her face into the crook of my neck, melting into mine.
