Page 9 of The Hearts We've Broken
“Still deciding,” she fired back.
“Well, then, let’s not waste any more time. I’d hate to disappoint.” I grinned as I pulled her away from the door, opening it for her. She climbed in, and I shut it, jogging around the front to the driver’s side.
I broke about all of the traffic laws in the book on the way home, blowing through stop signs and going ten over the speed limit. You could say I was a bit eager. I didn’t know what it was about blondie, but she didn’t seem like the other girls I’d hooked up with. She may have approached me, but I had a feeling she wasn’t going to try to hang around.
I peeled into the trailer court, parking in my “driveway,” and cut the engine, mentally kicking myself for not tidying up the place a little bit. Whatever, she probably wouldn’t care. It was obvious to me she just wanted to get fucked, and that was fine. I could do that. It was the conversation after that I was worried about.
She stepped out of the pickup, and I fumbled with the door handle, finally getting it open. Before she could say anything about the state of my trailer, I kissed her,grabbing her waist and backing her into the bedroom. Once the backs of her thighs hit the bed, I lifted her up, gently tossing her onto the comforter. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side then crawling over top of her.
My lips made their way from her mouth to her jaw to her neck. When I kissed up her neck to the spot just below her ear, she drew in a quick breath, the air quivering as she exhaled. I nipped at her earlobe, and a moan escaped her lips.
One of my hands grasped her wrists, holding her arms over her head on the pillows as the other trailed down her body to the waistline of her jeans.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, wanting to have her full consent before going any further. I may have enjoyed having sex with different partners, but I wasn’t an asshole.
“Yes. I want this,” she panted, her voice laced with lust.
“If you want to stop at any point, just say the word and we’ll stop, okay, Peach?”
She nodded, but when I raised my eyebrows, she verbalized anokay. I undid the button and zipper of her jeans with my free hand, sliding my fingers inside until they reached the apex of her thighs. Her silk panties were slick with her arousal, and I groaned at the feel of them.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I began rubbing circles on the fabric over her center. Her hips bucked, and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. “Tell me what you want…” I hesitated. I didn’t even know her name, yet I was about to fuck her with my fingers.Good lord, Mikey.
“Juniper.” As if she read my mind, she said her name. “I want your fingers. I want you to make me come with your fingers.”
Juniper.
Before I could disappear into my head wondering where I’d heard that name before, I snapped back to the moment. Releasing her wrists from my grip and sitting up, I used both hands to pull her jeans and underwear down, tossing them to the floor in a heap. Nudging her thighs apart with my knees, I dragged a knuckle down her center, letting her wetness coat my finger before slowly pushing it inside her.
“More. I need more,” Juniper whined, lowering her hand down to her clit.
“Uh-uh.” I smirked, removing the one finger I had inside her. Once again, I took her hands in mine, pressing them above her head. “I’ll make you come, Juniper, but I’m going to take my time. Watch you squirm and beg for it.”
Most women protested when I took my time, slowly building them up to an orgasm before taking it away only to start again. But they always came back for more. I wasgoodat sex. I knew how to please a woman, and tonight was going to be no different. There was a chance this would only be one night, so I was going to make the most of it.
Juniper didn’t say a word. She didn’t complain or beg. “Go on, then. Just know that I plan to do the same to you.”
My cock twitched at that. I liked the sound of her doing to me exactly what I was about to do to her. Unbuttoning my jeans, I let my cock spring free from my boxers. Juniper’s eyes flicked down, but her expression stayed the same.
I plunged two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out. Her back arched off the bed, and her head lolled back. My thumb circled her clit, and her pussy clenched around my fingers. Removing my fingers again, I broughtthem to my cock, stroking my length to coat it with her arousal. I moaned as I imagined her pussy wrapping around me. When I looked at Juniper, her pupils were blown out and she was biting her lip, clearly enjoying watching.
I let her hands drop to the pillow and stripped my pants off my legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
She obeyed, pulling her shirt over her head at an achingly slow pace like a strip tease, leaving her in a black bra. I would have been shocked if I didn’t look like a drooling dog, watching her undress for me. Her breasts spilled out as she unclasped her bra, and she brought a hand up to pinch her nipple.
Bark, fucking bark.
A low, throaty moan slipped from my mouth at the sight, and she pinched her lips together in a smile.
“Two can play this game, Michael Tucker.” She slid her hand down the front of her body until it reached the space below her navel. Her fingers pressed against her clit before disappearing inside her. My mouth gaped as I watched her touch herself until her eyes rolled back and her breathing became rapid.
“Fuck, Juniper.” I was about to come like a teenager, just by watching her. “I need you.”
“What was that?” She tilted her head toward me, still fucking herself with her fingers. “I don’t think I heard you.”
“Please let me fuck you.” The plea—filled with desperation—left my lips before I could process what was happening.
With a satisfied grin on her face, Juniper pulled her fingers out of her pussy, bringing them up to my lips. Isucked her fingers clean like she wanted then stood, reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
