Page 84 of The Change Up
Slowly, I pull out and slide back inside as I begin rocking my hips. Her walls grip my cock harder, desperate to keep me inside. “Wildflower, I’m not going to last.”
“Then don’t. Fuck me, Cody. Stop holding back.”
Leaning forward, my lips find hers as our tongues tangle. Our hips rock against each other as we get lost in the kiss. I slide further inside her before I stop holding back.
Her legs shake as I begin thrusting inside of her. I can feel her stretch around my cock, and the feeling of her molding herself to me almost has me coming on the spot. There’s a connection growing between us. It’s the type of connection that she readsabout in books. I wonder if she can feel it too. It’s as if our hearts are weaving together, tethering ourselves to one another.
I thrust in and out of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. My hands weave into her hair as I pull her face to mine. Needing to kiss her. To feel connected in every way possible.
“You feel so good,” I mumble the words against her lips. “Be a good girl and come for me. Come all over my cock, Wildflower. I’m so close, but I need you to come again.”
My fingers trail down her body until I’m rubbing tight circles against her already sensitive clit. I suck one of her pebbled peaks into my mouth. Sucking and nipping as I play with her clit.
Her hips rock faster against me as I thrust into her. Feeling my balls tighten as my impending orgasm builds. I need her to come before I detonate.
I feel her pussy tighten against my cock, and I know she’s there. I press harder on her clit as I bite down on her nipple. The orgasm rips through her body, and I’m right there with her. Spilling inside the condom as stars explode as my vision blackens as her pussy milks every bit of my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I pant, resting my weight on top of her.
Her chest heaves beneath me. “That’s what sex is supposed to feel like?”
“Nah, Wildflower. That’s just sex with you. It’s never been like that with anyone else.”
Her lips find mine as she kisses me with everything she has left. This kiss feels like sunshine after a stormy day. It’s fresh, crisp, and full of hope at what’s to come.
Absolutely drained, I pull a naked Chloe into my chest and wrap her close to me. I want to spend every night with her curled next to me, creamy bare skin displayed and a sated glow to her skin. Savoring her warmth, I close my eyes and welcome the instant relief of sleep.
It’s not long before I’m able to sleep that my body is begging me for hydration. Slipping out of bed is going to be a challenge. Gently, I lift Chloe’s arm that is wrapped around my middle as I slide out from underneath her. Once standing, I slide my pillow underneath her arm so that it gives the illusion that I’m still next to her.
Glancing around the room, I find my boxers which are still in my pants from where I dropped them early. I step into my boxers before making my way down the stairs to the kitchen to search for water.
Leaning against their island, I’m chugging a bottle of water when a knock sounds on the door. Figuring it was one of our friends and not wanting to wake Chloe when I’m perfectly capable of answering the door, I unlock the bolt and swing the door open.
Fuck me.
Scott Mariano stands before me dressed in navy dress pants and a light blue button-up. I take in his full 6’3 height, dark auburn brown hair, and black wire-framed glasses, while he does the same to me, and it’s in that moment that I wish I would have glanced through the peephole before swinging up the door in nothing but a pair of black boxers.
My heart plunges to my ass as I’m face to face with my girlfriend’s dad—for the first time.
Stepping aside, I open the door wider. “Come on in.”
“Thanks for inviting me into my daughter’s home.” His face is stoic as he gives nothing away, moving inside the front door and glancing around.
Clearing my throat, I step backward. My body feels like it’s shaking. This is not how I planned on meeting Mr. Mariano. I wasn’t sure if we were at the whole meet the parent step, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to be meeting him practically naked after fucking his daughter into a post-orgasmic coma.
“Cody?” Chloe questions from the top of the stairs. The two of us break our stare off—well, his stare off and my fight not to cower from his intensity—and turn our heads toward her soft voice.
At the sight of her, my shoulders droop as my eyes snap shut, and my head falls. As beautiful as my girl looks right now in only my shirt, her gorgeous legs on full display, I doubt her dad appreciates her state of undress. It’s clear what the two of us had been getting ourselves into.
“Amore Mia,” her dad greets, and I hear Chloe gasp as her hands snap to the hem of my shirt, tugging it down trying to gain a few more inches. Unfortunately for her, stretching the material only causes it to tighten against her chest, exposing her nipples against the cotton.
“Hi, Daddy.”
I fight to keep the groan which is building in my chest from erupting.
Fuck my life.
“Amore Mia,” I gasp as my dad’s voice climbs up the stairs which feels like a smack to the face. What the hell is he doing here? Not that I care he stopped by because it’s been forever since the two of us have been in the same room at the same time, but of all times it has to be after Cody and I finally had sex.
