Page 66 of False Start
“Not a lot tends to be obvious for me.” She shrugs like she’s embarrassed about it and looks away.
I place my hand on her cheek, cupping her face and turning it in my direction again. “Well, I’m telling you, then: I fucking want you.” Throwing my helmet behind me before unclipping hers, I kiss her.
Her lips are soft and full, and they part easily when my tongue pushes its way through. A soft moan simmers the deeper I explore her mouth. It’s the first time we’ve kissed, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t want this moment to end. Her hand finds my neck, but the touch is brief—within a second, she lets go. Gripping her wrist, I bring that hand back to my neck and deepen our kiss.
I lock my legs around Nia to flip her under me. It’s aclean move, but she yelps in surprise once I’m straddling her. Reaching for the water bottle next to me, I take a swig and hold it in my mouth before lowering back down, her head lifting to meet mine. Just as she parts her lips, I spit the water into her mouth.
“Drink,” I say.
Her eyes are jarred open now, pulling me into her as she swallows the water along with me in the next kiss. Nia grinds her hips upward, moaning under me, begging for contact.
I’m holding up all my weight, gripping at the hem of her shorts. I begin pulling them down with her fishnets, but she protests. “W-wait, I’m so sweaty!” She laughs through broken pants. I don’t stop. I pull the shorts down to her knees, not breaking eye contact until she’s fully exposed. Then, I shift my eyes to where the magic is. Sure, she’s sweaty, but she’s glistening with arousal, and I’m desperate to lick it off her.
“Do you think I give a fuck?”
Her eyes widen further with shock.
“I wanna know what you like, Nia,” I say, our eyes still locked as my fingers play with the sticky mess between her legs, never fully committing to the touch.
“What I like?” She’s already breathy, looking up at me with that lust-ridden look on her face. “Everything you do feels good.”
Finally, I slide my fingers back and forth, making contact with the bundle of nerves between her legs and forcing a hiss from her. She drops her head back with closed eyes. “Look at me,” I command. “I want you here, with me, fully aware of who’s making you come undone.”
She nods, surprising me and propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look.
But I’m still only teasing, just barely touching here and there, torturing her until she answers my question. “Please.” It’s barely a whisper.
“I’m still waiting.” I space each word out along with my movements, making the torment nearly unbearable. “Tell. Me. What. You. like.”
She’s panting, squirming her hips, like she could possibly steal from me what I won’t willingly give. I pull away, placing each hand along her hip and pinning her down. She’s frustrated now, rubbing her legs for friction as she tries to fight under my hold, but it’s useless.
“Cat,” she grunts. “Just fuck me, please.”
I’m laughing. I can’t help it, and God, this girl is fucking hot beyond belief, even if she’s a tragic mess. “Then tell me what you like, baby, so I can do it for you.” I lean in close, until our noses are touching, and then I lean further down so that my mouth is in line with her ear and whisper, “No one else has to know.”
I release a hip and run my fingers over her clit again, eliciting that gasp I’ve come to love so much. She bites her lip, shutting her eyes tight before she leans up as far as I allow.
“IIIIII…” She drags it out with so much hesitation that I lean in, hoping that if she doesn’t have to say it loudly, she’ll be brave enough to tell me all her dirty little fantasies. “I like to be stuffed.”
I try to mask any sort of reaction, but I can feel myself getting wet at her confession. The smile gives me away, finding its rightful place on my face. I raise an eyebrow; I want the confirmation.
“Like… reallystuffed.” Her breath hitches when she says it, and then she lowers herself back down to the floor, covering her face with her hand and her cast.
I hover above her, pulling her arms back and pinning them to the ground, being careful with her injured side. “Not with me, Nia. You’re not allowed to get embarrassed with me. Okay?”
With a small nod, she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine and initiating a kiss. It takes me by surprise, but then again, she always does. Nia Da Silva is unpredictable. I think it’s why I crave her so badly.
She breaks up the monotony.
Everything I’ve ever desired waits for me, so I lower past her belly button, my tongue trailing its way to her center, licking up every salty droplet of sweat on her flesh. She’s humming in approval, but she’s burning with need. I know, because the minute my tongue laps up the nectar between her legs, she’s crying out for me.
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