Page 22 of The Pass Protection
Her soft touch trails up my jawline, under my ear, until her hand is gripping the back of my head. With a slight tug on my blonde hair, she’s erasing the gap between us as my heart rate spikes. Her plump lips find mine, and I melt into our connection as her body sags in relief. Everything about this kiss feels right. Having Bret in my bed feels like a dream, and in one minute, I’m going to wake up just like all of the other times I’ve imagined this scenario.
But it’s not a dream as I feel Bret’s warm, wet tongue flick against the seam of my lips. Granting her the access she desires, I wrap my arm around her back and pull her on top of me as our tongues tangle. Her legs land on either side of my naked torso. The only thing separating us is our underwear. She feels so good on my lap.
Sofuckinggood.
I have no idea what we are doing, but I know I don’t want to stop—not now, not ever.
Her teeth graze my lip as she bites down, pulling my bottom lip. My lip pops out of her mouth as she rides my erection through our clothes. We’re making out and dry-humping like horny teenagers.
She reaches over and flicks the lamp off cascading us in darkness. “I don’t want anyone to be alerted if someone comes out of their room.”
I hum in understanding as I run my hands up her back, beneath her oversized tee, as I move them toward her front. Cupping her perky tits in my hands, I squeeze gently as I pull them toward me. Brushing my thumbs against her peaks, I flick the metal piercings. I’ve never been with a woman with nipple piercings, and it’s so fucking hot.
Our lips separate as she lets out a long moan, her head tilting toward the ceiling. I’m quickly smashing my mouth against hers to quiet her noises. As much as I want to hear her moans, I can’t let the guys know that we’re in here together. Bret’s the first to break the kiss—pieces of her hair have escaped her messy bun, framing her face as her chest heaves.
“Of course, I felt something Crew. I haven’t gotten you out of my head, but we can’t do this. We can’t be more than roommates.”
Finally, she answered the question I had asked her on her first night here. It’s the answer I’ve been desperate to hear, but then she had to add a “but.” Of course, I understand her reasoning, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. My ego feels like a deflated balloon.
“How can you say that when we fit together so well? You’ve spent the last ten minutes riding my dick while your tongue was down my throat.”
Her shoulders sag, and I hate that she’s feeling this turmoil. “Tonight is a one-time thing. It has to be.”
“So, if you’re saying tonight can never happen again, I don’t want you to leave here without coming first.”
“One time, Crew.” The words no sooner leave her lips, and she reaches between us, gripping the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head.
“Fuuuck, you’re gorgeous.” I palm her tits in my hands, pulling her toward me where our lips find each other again like two magnets.
Her hands slide down my chest as she digs her small, dark painted nails into my skin. The pain of her scratches is a welcomed feeling, especially when she glides those nails over my abs and reaches below my boxer briefs to free me. I feel her hand wrap around my shaft, and it’s my turn to moan into our kiss.
Pulling away, her heated gaze slides down my face. “This has to be quick.”
“Believe me, the way you’re pumping my dick, I’ll be coming in no time, but not before you.” I thrust my hips upward into her hand. “But you have to be quiet.”
She scoffs. “How do you know I’m not a silent screw?”
“I bet you’re a screamer.” I tweak her nipple as my words leave my lips, and she moans in pleasure, proving my point.
Flipping her onto her back, I kneel between her legs. Gripping her panties, I slide them down her legs. My fingers glide over her wetness, and she flinches. Snapping my eyes to her, I pause.
“Is this okay?”
She gives me a stiff nod, and it’s not the reassurance I want. “Rebel, we don’t have to do this.”
“N-n-no, I want this, Crew.” She stammers over the words.
“If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word, and I’ll stop. I don’t want you to regret this in the morning.”
“I don’t think I can regret you, Crew Riggsby.” Her soft and earnest voice has my heart pumping faster.
Trailing kisses across her hip bone and down the apex of her thighs, my nose brushes against her wet center. With an inhale, I moan as her arousal fills my nose. I’m desperate for this woman who has driven me wild.
Her fingers latch on to the longer strands of my hair as she guides me to where she wants me.
“Feisty girl.”
“We have to be quick, Crew,” she whispers, thrusting her hips in the air, begging for my touch. “Taste me already.”
