Page 80 of Sweet Caroline
“Oh, yeah?” She steps toward me and drags her palms over my T-shirt, a challenge gleaming in her eye. “Well, thispeoplewants something else, actually.”
“Tell me.” A smirk plays at my lips.
She shoves me harder this time, and my ass hits the bed.
“Shit, or… show me, I guess.” I like her like this—bold and a little sassy. Taking what she wants. When she kneels at my feet, I let out a low hum.
“I’ve been thinking about this”—she slides her hands up my thighs, then flicks open my belt buckle—“all night.”
My brows twitch together as my dick swells behind my fly. I cut a glance toward her bedroom door. “What about your grandpa?”
She shakes her head quickly. “He takes out his hearing aids overnight.”
“Okay.” I lean back to let her pop the button on my jeans, then sit back up, cupping her cheeks. “Then fuck… take it out.” I’ve been half-hard since the damn arcade; by the time she tugs my belt, jeans, and underwear out of the way, I’m all the way there.
My eyes close at the first stroke of her hand, and I stutter out a shaky exhale.
Shit, that feels good.
She smiles up at me. “I like making you do that.”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Breathe like that.” Pumping my cock slowly, she drinks in my reaction. “I like making you… malfunction, I guess?”
“Like you even have to try.” I let out a low moan at the pleasure already coursing through me. Her hand feels too good.Hands.Plural. Because she’s working my balls now, too, and…fuuuuuck.
“I have a confession,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“What I really wanted to do wasthis.”
She dips down and engulfs me with those perfect lips. The slip of her tongue sends a bolt of electricity up my spine that tingles the base of my skull, and I groan at the luscious heat wrapped around me.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I say, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.
She squeezes on the upstroke and takes me deeper each time she sinks down.
Shit. It’s building too fast.
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Those beautiful eyes snap up to mine, and she pops off. “You don’t want me to?” Her uncertainty is almost innocent. “Or… was I doing it wrong?”
“No,” I say, then swallow as I snag her wrists, pulling her hands away from my aching dick before I lose it. “God, no. It was so right.Tooright. Do you understand?”
She nods, biting that fucking lip.
“I wanna make you feel good first,” I say, my voice rough. “Before you make me, uh,malfunction.”
Tilting her head as she considers this, she slides her palms over my thighs. “Okay…”
“I have an idea. Can we try something new?”
“From my list? What happened to Splash Mountain?” She brushes my shaft with her fingertips.
“Oh, we’re still going on that ride.” I twist around, snagging the box of toys. Ripping it open with all the care of a raccoon in the garbage, I feel wild. Feral. I pull the small, bright blue butt plug from the package and a tiny bottle of lube rolls out with it.
