Page 34 of Mr. Wrong
I give into instinct again, lifting myself onto my knees, until I’m levered over him, pushing myself into the warm, wet suction of his mouth. My head falls back and my eyes flutter shut while I give myself over to the feeling of his tongue and teeth, licking and nipping their way across my breasts until my arms are wound around his neck and my fingers are fisted in his hair and my brain is wiped clean of everything but this.
Him.
“There’s a condom tucked into my waistband,” he says, tracing my areola with the tip of his tongue. “Get it.”
Unlocking one of my hands from his hair, I reach between us, feeling along the waistband of his boxer briefs until I find it and pull it free and show it to him.
“Good.” The hand on my back slides along the curve of my ass, his fingers tracing its cleft for just a moment before dipping between my legs, stroking me from behind. “Now take my cock out.”
Setting the condom down on the cushion next to my knee, I do what he says. Peeling the waistband away from his hips, I reach inside to wrap my trembling hand around the shaft of histhick cock, pulling and tugging with the other while he lifts his hips off the couch to help me until we’re both naked.
“Put the condom on me.” His voice is somehow rough and soft at the same time. Both urgent and patient.
Trying to remember how he did it last night, I reach for the condom and tear it open before stalling out. Ashamed, I almost tell him the truth. That before him it was only Derek and that sex with him was nothing like this. That I let my ex take the lead in the bedroom like I did everywhere else in my life and that it was boring and tedious and—
Taking my hands in his, Lex guides me through the process, showing me how to pinch the tip of the condom a little while rolling it down the length of his shaft, all the way to its root. Finished, he wraps a hand around the base to hold himself steady while I lower myself, moaning softly when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance before it splits me wide.
“Fuuuck…” he groans, his hands finding and gripping my hips, fingers digging into my ass, tighter and harder with every inch I take of him until we’re fused together completely.
The hands on my hips pull me off center, tipping me forward so I have to bring my hands up and brace them against the back of the couch to keep myself from falling into him completely. “Now fuck me, Ellenore.”
His demand stains my cheeks and I shake my head. “I tried to tell you.” My gaze settles on his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never—”
“Yes, you have.” The hands on my hips loosen, and one of his thumbs slips between my slick pussy lips to stroke my clit. “Remember last night…” He lifts me slowly, almost completely, before impaling me again on his cock. “When you fucked my tongue. The way you moved your hips against my mouth…” The last of it comes out on a groan when he bottoms out. “Just likethat…” He lifts and lowers me again and again showing me the rhythm, encouraging me to set my own.
To stop thinking and just let go.
“Lex…” His name trembles up the length of my throat when I feel the pad of his thumb skim over my slick, swollen clit, the press of it timed perfectly with the pulse of his hard, thick cock moving inside me.
And then it all slips away and I’m lost in it. My hips start to move on their own, swinging and pumping against his. My head falling back when I feel his mouth against me, urging me to take more, fuck him harder and faster until I’m shuddering and moaning, a now familiar tension spiraling its way up my spine.
I lift my head to find him watching me, his heavy-lidded gaze pinning itself to mine. What I see in it is enough to push me over the edge.
“Ohmygod,” I gasp, the orgasm rolling over me, so hot and heavy that I feel like I’m drowning on the surface of the sun.
“Christ…” He groans it, hands on my hips suddenly urgent again, digging in hard enough to bruise while I feel his cock jerk and twitch inside me, his hands streaking up the length of my spine, pulling me toward him to wrap his arms around me and hold me close.
Twenty-Four
Lex
Holding Ellenore,feeling her shudder against me, her arms tight around my neck while I come inside her, I can feel it.
Killian is right.
I’m falling for her.
I can feel it, balled up in my gut. That light-headed, tingling you feel, right before the fall.
And that can’t happen.
Because falling for Ellenore would change everything and even though I want to, even though I want her, I can’tletit happen.
Which makes what just happened a mistake because women like Ellenore don’t just fuck for fun. Saying yes to a stranger was an anomaly. Something she’d never done before and will never do again. I was someone she could walk away from by telling herself that it was fun but that I’m all wrong for her. That the kind of guy who lives in his brother’s guest house and fucks a random woman he found in a bar is not the kind of guy who is built to last. Eventually, I’d become just a memory she blushed over while sharing it with her best friend over a glass of wine.
But saying yes to me again changes everything. It opens the door to the possibility ofmore. And that makes me the worst kind of asshole, becausemoreisn’t something I’m prepared to offer her.
“Hey.” I can feel how rough my voice is, the grab and pull of it in my throat and I try to soften it by running my hand down the length of her back and up again. “We need to go get your stuff before traffic gets bad.”
