Dirty Thoughts - Megan Erickson Page 0,30

tip glistened with pre-come and she would have leaned in to lick, but she waited for Cal’s next instruction. She needed it. Cal had always been able to get her to shut off her mind and just feel.

“Open up for me,” he whispered as he rubbed the head on her bottom lip.

Her eyes fell shut as she opened her mouth and took him in. She started with just the head, sucking on it, flicking her tongue over that sensitive vein on the underside. She could hear him breathing heavily and when she opened her eyes, he was holding his shaft tightly.

She gently brushed his hand away and replaced it with her own and then began to earnestly suck, bobbing her head with the same rhythm she pumped with her hand. He was thick, and long, and there was no way she could take him in all the way without gagging.

She lifted her gaze to his face as she ran her fingers up the back of his thighs to grab his firm ass. He was watching his spit-slick cock go in and out of her mouth. His eyes were slits, his teeth gritted. She closed her eyes again and worked harder, wanting to get him off, wanting to taste him.

He pulled his hips back, so his cock slipped from her mouth. She made a sound of protest, but then she was thrown up higher on the bed, and Cal’s body was on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress while his tongue devoured her mouth. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and dug her heels into the back of his thighs.

He rocked against her, and that thick, hard heat rubbed through her wetness. She was empty. So incredibly empty. Her inner walls contracted against nothing, and she needed him before she lost her mind.

He tore his mouth from hers. “Want inside you.”

“Then get inside me,” she said, panting against the damp skin of his throat.

“Condom,” he grunted.

Just like Cal to use as few words as possible. She reached over to her nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and rummaged blindly until a foil packet made its way under her fingers.

She held it up to him. “Might want to check the expiration date.”

He raised an eyebrow as he kneeled between her legs to put on the condom. “That your way of telling me it’s been a while?”

She bit her lip. “Maybe.”

He didn’t talk again until the condom was on and the heat of his body was back on top of her. His lips ghosted over her earlobe. “It’d be the same at my place.”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the words.

And then with one smooth thrust, he was inside of her. She bit down on his shoulder, hard, and Cal shoved his face into her neck, his body stilled between her legs.

“Fuck. Jesus.” He grunted like he was in pain.

She breathed hard, because she’d never been this full, never in her life. Not even the last time she’d been with Cal. Her heart beat against her rib cage, and Cal’s echoed against the sensitive skin of her breast.

She didn’t want him to move. Because when he moved, this would be one moment closer to being over. And that would be one step closer to the heartbreak that she knew was unavoidable, as it always was with Cal.

The tears threatened, and she clamped her teeth on him harder, sucking now, wanting to break skin, mark him, so he never forgot how good this could be, how much this mattered.

She squeezed him with her inner walls, and he moaned. “Killing me.”

Jenna pulled away from his skin, admiring the mark she’d made. “Don’t want to kill you. Want to finish you.”

“Fuck,” he growled into her neck. Then his hips snapped back, and he slammed into her. They both cried out, and then Cal was moving, thrusting into her like he was punishing her. Punishing himself. Punishing them for being apart for the last ten years.

He rose above her, one hand braced on the bed beside her head, the other gripping her face. His eyes didn’t stop moving, roaming above her head, where her hair was spread out on her pillow, her eyes, and lips, her neck, and then to watch her breasts as they jolted with every thrust.

Another orgasm threatened, the sensation racing through her body. She reached down between them, where Cal’s cock slammed into her again and again. He grunted a low rumble each time,