Page 125 of All This Time
Her breathing grows more shallow and small moans escape her lips as I pick up my pace, so I reach up and gently cover her mouth to stifle the noise.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” I whisper. She nods, eyes wild. “You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you, baby?” Her eyes widen as she sucks in her breath even faster. “Don’t fucking come.” My hand tightens slightly over her mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking come until I say you can.”
She whimpers, but all that does is make me want to fuck her harder.
God, this woman makes me crazy
All these years, she hated me because she thought I wanted that inconsequential girl instead of her. If only she knew how hard it was to walk away from her that night. I will spend the rest of my life apologizing for making her feel that way. I can’t take my past actions back, but I can prove my feelings for her through my actions now, including fucking her as much as I can to make up for lost time.
My lips rest against her ear. “Do you fucking feel what you do to me, Laney? Do you feel how fucking hard you make me? Do you feel how slick your pussy is as I stuff you full of my cock? Do you feel every ounce of desire I’ve held for you pouring out of me as I fuck you?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s in the bathroom,” Henley says from beyond the door. “Come on, let’s get back to the party. I think Elliot is gonna try to pin the cuffs on your junk next.”
“Fucking Dilynne,” Rhonan groans and then the sound of their feet gets softer until I can’t hear them anymore.
Laney’s eyes are still locked on mine as I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. “Come for me, angel.”
With my hand still over her mouth, she falls apart as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I lift my hand and replace it with my mouth, swallowing her cries as I fuck her through it.
As soon as I know she’s done, I thrust a few more times and then spill myself inside her, my forehead resting on hers as my body twitches. “Jesus…fuck.”
“Fletcher…” Her forehead rests on my shoulder.
“You make me insane, Laney.”
She moves to shove me away once her post-orgasm haze dissipates, but I don’t budge. “My brother could have heard us.”
“But he didn’t.” Cupping her face, I pull out of her and then check her wrists as she puts her foot down. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” She brushes her hair from her face, her eyes still dilated. “I’m pretty sure that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, though.”
“Me too, baby.” Breathing out a sigh of relief, I slowly kiss her until my heart rate returns to normal. We get cleaned up as best we can and then I reach for the doorknob. “I’ll go out first.”
“Okay.”
“But Laney?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t make any plans tomorrow night.”
One of her brows lifts. “And what’s happening tomorrow night?”
“You’re staying over at my place.”
She pops her hip to the side. “I am, am I?”
“Yeah, baby. You are. Because the next time we fuck, it’s going to be somewhere that you can scream as loud as you want.”
“Fletcher—” she starts, but I cut her off, cupping her face in my hands again.
“Don’t overthink this. Just feel it.” Placing my hand on the center of her chest, I plead with her the best way I know how.
I know she can’t deny what’s happening to us, but it doesn’t mean we have to label it right away either.
You’re kind of running out of time though, Fletcher.
I press one more kiss to her lips and then release her from my grasp. “I’ll see you back out there.”
