Page 14 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Thanks.”
We grow quiet as we get absorbed in the movie and stuff our bellies.
Eventually I end up with my head in his lap, his fingers gently stroking through my hair. The gesture is soothing, but I don’t find myself drifting off to sleep even though I should be tired enough. Instead, I’m wired, my body aching with need for his touch in other places.
The rarity of nights like this, just the two of us, has me sitting up and swinging my legs around him so I’m straddling his lap. I find his cock half hard already, nestled between my legs.
“Jae?” My fingers delve into his hair.
“Hmm?” He pushes his glasses up his nose.
“Forget the fucking movie.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond before I attack his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle together, and a primal growl rumbles in his throat. His hands immediately find my ass, giving the cheeks a squeeze. I feel his length grow completely solid beneath me and I can’t help but grind my hips against him, seeking friction.
“Fuck, Harlow.” He nips at my bottom lip, angling my head back to pepper kisses down my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe in a throaty sigh. “Fuck. Harlow.” He lifts me, presumably to carry me to the bedroom, but I fight against him. “No, right here. I want you to fuck me on the couch. Or the table. Hell, against the wall. Anywhere but the bed.”
He chuckles. “Tired of the bed?” He sets me down.
“Yes, you have no idea. And being quiet.”
He kisses me deeply. “You gonna scream tonight?”
“The neighbors might call the police.”
He grins at that. “Game on.”
The challenge glimmering in his eyes has my pussy clenching with desire. He slides his long fingers beneath my sweats and yanks them down. He tries not to grin when he finds me without underwear.
He lays me down flat on the couch and tosses my pants onto the floor.
“Like what you see?” My voice is breathy as he stares at my core, his tongue sliding out oh-so-slowly to moisten his lips.
His brown eyes darken with lust. “Very much.”
His index and middle finger rub against my slit and he hisses when he finds the dampness already pooling there. He slips his fingers in a little more and lowers his body between my openand waiting thighs. His lips latch onto my clit and suck, pulling a gasp from deep within me.
“Oh my God.” My hips buck upward.
He chuckles against me and the vibration draws a moan from my throat.
He settles one big hand on my abdomen, holding me against the couch so I can’t roll my hips against him.
“Jameson,” I beg, biting my bottom lip. My breasts feel heavy with pleasure, aching for his touch. “Please.”
He ignores my pleading, going at his own slow pace, torturing me. His fingers slide the tiniest bit deeper inside me and it’s such an effort not to wiggle against him.
“More.”
He shakes his head, an impish smile quirking his lips. “I’m taking my time with you tonight.”
He licks in a long, slow stroke from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
I throw my head back, biting down on my lower lip as his right hand finds its way under my loose t-shirt to grip my left breast. He squeezes it with possession before rubbing his thumb in smooth, gentle circles over my nipple and flicking the piercing there. I don’t know what possessed me to get my nipples pierced, but I have no regrets over that decision.
