Page 59 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boy shorts, and begin to slide them down over my hips.
A.J. sits up abruptly and grabs my wrists, hard. He snaps, “Stop!”
So this is what rejection feels like. Man does it suck. I go limp and sink to my knees, hiding my face behind my hair. He doesn’t release my wrists.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head. I’ve never felt such crushing shame.
He pulls me up by my wrists, winds my arms around his neck. He hugs me, burying his face in my hair. My breasts are flattened against his chest. Beneath my cheek, his heart pounds wildly.
“I told you I’d never fuck you.”
I don’t say anything. What is there to say? He did tell me that, and, like a class A moron, I tried to change his mind.
He breathes me in, inhaling deeply into my hair, nuzzling his face into my neck. His fingers grip hard into my sides, and they’re twitching.
I don’t speak. Something is happening with him, and, selfish slut I’ve suddenly become, I don’t want to interfere if it’s going to wind up with me on my back, pinned beneath his hard, gorgeous body. Hoping against hope, I clamp my mouth shut, determined not to say a word.
I feel his mouth on my neck. His lips open over the pulse in my throat, he sucks, and I can’t stop the low, breathy moan that escapes me. My head falls back, into his open hand. His other hand slides up my waist and stops just beneath my breast, gently squeezing. I arch against him, mewing like a cat.
“God, Chloe. The sounds you make . . .”
His voice throbs with desire. Heat sizzles through my limbs. My fingers sink into his hair, and I pull, lost in sensation.
When his thumb brushes over the hard, peaked nub of my nipple, I gasp and jerk. I’m about to unravel, all with the slightest touch of his fingers and lips.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?” His voice is low and harsh at my ear.
It’s the first time he’s called me baby. For some unthinkable reason, it makes me so wet and desperate, I moan again, grinding my pelvis against his.
It’s that moan that finally breaks through his resistance. With a snarled oath, he pushes me onto my back, rips my boy shorts off my body, and buries his face between my legs.
I cry out, delirious, writhing as he grips my ass in his hands and sucks hard where I most need it. Every time I make a sound of pleasure, he makes a low noise in his throat that sends a pulse of vibration through my core. It makes me moan louder, which makes him suck harder. He slides two fingers inside me and I buck, crying out. I quickly build to a peak so hot and bright my entire body bows. My back lifts off the bed. My hands, clenched in his hair, shake.
In what feels like a nuclear detonation, I come. His name rips from my lips in a long, wavering scream.
Upstairs, my neighbor pounds on the wall, shouting for me to shut up.
Panting, I collapse against the mattress. The entire process from nipple flick to orgasm has taken approximately thirty seconds.
He crawls up my body, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me, deep and hard. I taste myself on him and nearly come again.
“Off!” I claw at the waistband of his jeans. I want him inside me so badly I can’t wait one second longer.
Unfortunately, I’ll be waiting a hell of a lot longer than one second, because A.J. says, “No.”
I freeze, hoping I’ve misheard him. “Excuse me?”
“I said no.”
My heart stalls, then reboots with a painful thud. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Chloe—”
“You have GOT to be KIDDING!” I try pushing at the mountains of his shoulders, but he doesn’t budge. He rises up on his elbows, and pins my wrists to the pillow above my head.
“Listen to me.”
