Page 40 of The Stud Next Door (Frisky Business 3)
When he kisses me, it’s fast and desperate, like we’ve been waiting to do this from the moment we met. His hands tangle in my hair, and I grind myself into his lap, causing a strangled groan to pour from his lips. My fingers find the cool metal of his belt buckle. I start to undo it, but he places a hand over mine to stop me.
“Not here,” he gasps out.
With one arm firmly wrapped under my ass, Connor stands and starts walking us to his bedroom. I squeal and grasp tightly around his shoulders, placing kisses against the crook of his neck. His cock nudges into my belly with every step he takes, and by the time he closes the door behind us, I’m hungry for more of him. Hungry for a closeness we haven’t yet reached.
While I stretch out on his bed, he unbuckles his belt, and I shimmy out of my jeans. Soon, we’re both down to our underwear. We lock eyes, and he nods to my bra. I unhook it and toss it in the corner. His gaze moves to my panties. When I slip a finger under the waistband, he stops me, his hands on my hips, kissing my skin as he slowly exposes my center.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he grunts.
I shift my hips, trying to move against him, but he gives me a mischievous grin and turns his face to kiss my inner thigh. I groan in frustration, and he chuckles into me. I want him so badly, it almost hurts. But there’s nothing better than the way he teases me.
“Tell me what you want.” Connor’s voice is firm, commanding, and it makes me want him even more.
I know that once we do this, there’s no going back. Our date was one thing, but this? This is different. Serious. Real. Pure, unbridled need. And I’ve never needed anything more in my life.
“Please,” I say softly. “I need you inside me.”
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CONNOR
The air is humid with the heat of our bodies moving together in perfect time. I can’t tell which is driving me crazier—the brush of Jessa’s naked skin against mine, or the soft incoherent sighs that fall from her lips when I discover a new sensitive spot to caress with my tongue.
What makes it all the sweeter is that there’s no shortage of silky skin to explore and throaty gasps to elicit.
I taste her skin, and she drags her fingernails against my biceps. I bite my lip, a shiver racing down my spine. If I’m not careful, this is going to end a lot sooner than either of us would like.
Sex has never been like this before . . . so tender, like every microsecond matters. I finally know that it’s not because I haven’t slept with anyone in a while. I remember how that felt compared to this—like seeing the negative of a photo before witnessing the positive in brilliant color. I know now that it’s Jessa that makes all the difference. Because when I press forward and sink inside her, it feels an awful lot like coming home.
I rock my hips and she cries out, parting her legs for me and inviting me to sink even deeper. Goddamn.
All that cliché nonsense about finding a girl who fits you like a glove? Well, turns out it isn’t nonsense after all. Each stroke in and out of her hot, tight pussy feels like trying on my second skin.
I lean down to kiss her lightly on her pink, swollen lips. Her eyes flutter open, finding mine. Emotion crashes through me, and I press my lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
“S-so good,” Jessa whispers, her brows knitting together. She reaches up, dragging her fingertips over my cheekbones and stubble.
“I know, baby. I know . . .”
“I want more,” she says softly, arching her back just so and prompting my hips with her knees. “Faster. Please.”
I obey without another word, quickening my pace. She throws her head back on the bed with a moan, her hair billowing across the sheets like a crown. I tangle my fingers in it, leaning on one elbow for the leverage I need to drive myself into her. All at once, when my shaft is buried deep within her, she locks me inside, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips.
“Yes, there, yes.” She gasps against my mouth, biting down on my lower lip.
Just the sound of her desperation nearly does me in. I pump harder now, giving her exactly what she wants, exactly where she wants it.
It’s only a few seconds before Jessa shudders, an orgasm ripping through her from head to toe, trembling around me. The sensation is enough to cut the cord on my own control, and pleasure shoots through me like a goddamn bullet.
This woman is gonna kill me.
