Page 104 of The Home Grown
I’m chuckling. Completely lost in the moment, grateful that this is anything other than awkward and Mike is being so very muchMike.
“Hmm,” I mumble, willing my brain to come up with something else, but my focus has disappeared. Because his tongue flicks over my right nipple this time, as his hand slides down my body. Inch by inch. Lower and lower.
Then he touches me. Exactly where I need to be touched, forcing a moan to escape me. He sucks down hard on my nipple right before he slips a finger inside me.
And that’s all it takes. A finger inside and his thumb circling my clit, probably only a handful of times, to get me close. Like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, desperate not to fall over. Not without him coming along with me.
“I’m close,” I say, and without hesitation, he pulls is mouth and hand away. Then he’s moving, reaching for something fromthe coffee table. A condom. Suddenly my legs are in the air, resting on his shoulders. Strong and solid.
“Are you sure?” he says. “Because I very much doubt, you’ll only want this once—I mean, once you’ve?—”
“Shut it, Mike and?—”
There he is, lining himself up, then a second later, he’s pushing inside of me. Slowly, just the tip at first, but he adjusts himself a little and pulls me in closer, planting a row of kisses on my calf before exhaling, and then he’s still. Breathing deeply as we fully connect.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, but I can’t find any words. My body and brain have sort of disconnected because everything I have is focused on the feeling—the fullness. The sensation.
He pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, taking my breath away in the process. I’m gasping, moaning, and Mike’s breath becomes laboured and heavy. He moves in slow and deliberate strokes that have my whole body shaking with anticipation, because I want more.
He parts my legs and leans down, kissing me and building a gentle rhythm with his hips.
“Can you come like this?”
“Hmmm—”
He shifts his angle, and I feel it. The gentle grind of his body against mine. And I’m nodding into his mouth. Because I’m close. And when he picks up the pace, whispering that he’s close, I say three little words I never thought I’d say.
“Fuck me, Mike.”
And he does. Long strokes. Fast and hard. And his lips find mine as he kisses me, soft and tender: the complete opposite to the effort he’s putting in elsewhere.
And that’s all it takes for both of us to come. Lips locked together. Bodies damp and hot. His moans, erotic and intense, making me forget where I am, what I’m doing here. I’m completely lost in the moment because this orgasm feelsdifferent, like it’s everywhere. Every single cell in my body feels it.
He breaks away from my lips, dipping his head into my neck, nuzzling my skin.
“That was—wait, you came, right?”
I nod, a smile creeping over my lips just as there’s a thundering bang on the door.
Thump, thump, thump.
Then a voice, calling through the boundary and Mike exhales.
“Ah fuck,” he says.
Thump, thump, thump.
“I know you’re in there, Betts. Open the door before I piss myself.”
BETTSY
“What the hell is going on?”Hutch says, bursting through the door as soon as I release the deadbolt. “You never—” He stops in his tracks and looks around the entrance hall, eyes landing on the bags.
Ellie’s bags.
“You’ve got a girl here?” he says. “I thought you were abstaining? No sex before marriage and all that crap.” He moves into our apartment and tosses his keys onto the worktop before turning back towards me.
I don’t even know what to say to him. Because, like always, I succumbed to temptation and all it took was a kiss. A single kiss that had my insides burning with want—no, need. I was like a man possessed, and I guess that’s what no sex does to you. That and the fact that I’ve been lusting over her since I was a teenager.
