Page 7 of Don't Puck His Best Friend
“Harper,” he says, pulling back to look at me. His hair is mussed from my fingers, his lips slightly swollen, and he looks like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.
“Still good?” he asks, searching my face.
Instead of answering with words, I pull his head back down to mine. But this time, when his hands start exploring, I don’t hesitate to guide them exactly where I want them. He follows my lead without question, learning what I like, paying attention to every small sound I make.
When he lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing at all, I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me to his bedroom. The sheets are cool against my heated skin, and there’s something about the way he looks at me in the dim light filtering through his blinds that makes me feel beautiful and wanted and reckless all at once.
“I’m going to remember this,” he says, his voice rough with desire. He pulls my hair out of the low bun I had it in and puts it on his wrist.
“No souvenirs,” I tease, but my voice shakes on the words.
“Some things are worth breaking the rules for.”
And then he’s kissing me again, and I stop thinking altogether.
“Condom?” I murmur between kisses.
He nods.
“What’s your favorite position?” I ask, wanting to know what I’m up against.
He lifts my knees, pressing firmly against my center. “This.”
“Oh.” Heat crawls through my veins as he rubs his hard dick against me. “I thought most guys like it from behind.”
He looks down at our bodies and says, “I want to see your face. Doggy style is for the third date.”
“Is that so?”
He nods, leaning down to kiss me. “What’s yours?”
I pull him closer. “Definitely this.”
“Good,” he smiles and then trails kisses down my neck.
He reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. And then he’s tugging off my bra. He kisses my chest and then pulls off his shirt.
God, he has abs. Is he freaking serious?
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I can’t stop staring. “Yeah.”
He smiles like he knows and reaches for my jeans. He slowly peels them off, watching me. Then his jeans come off, and I’m staring at the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He rolls on the condom and leans over me, kissing me again.
I grab his dick and pump him a few times. “It’s been a while, so please go slow.”
He nods, pressing into me. And that immediate connection has my eyes rolling back. Every nerve ending comes alive under his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, pushing further into me.
I breathe hard as he kisses me softly.
“Still good?”
I nod. “Feels so good.”
He drops his head into my neck and pushes all the way inside of me. I lift my hips to let him in further.
