would lose my mind when he nibbled on my neck, and when he raked them over my nipples. I knew I nearly came out of my skin when he used them to carefully nip at my clit. He was better with the biting than I was, but I was bound and determined to get better.
I gasped his name when he started to slide inside of me. My body had just started to soften and loosen up at his gentle teasing, so it was a tight fit. I stiffened in response and dug my fingers deeper into his skin. As he worked his way in, the stretch and intrusion was a new sensation, one that made my breath catch and my back bow.
Huck made a deep, soothing sound and kept rubbing his hand up and down my leg, pausing to squeeze a handful of my ass as I rolled my hips instinctively against him. My body clenched down on him as his cock pressed deeper and deeper. Eventually, he was seated all the way inside. We were so close that there wasn’t room for anything but sex and satisfaction between us.
He groaned as I wiggled in anticipation against him. Hips shifting eagerly to find some kind of relief. I felt full. Of him. Of Pleasure. Of desire. Of want and need. Of something that was probably love, but I was too far gone to give that thought the attention it needed.
“Huck.” I moaned his name as he started to move with intent. He was no longer playing around or teasing me to get a reaction.
He grunted into the curve of my shoulder, and I felt his tongue flick against the spot where my pulse was pounding. I was slick and slippery where he moved in and out of my body. We were still wrapped up like a burrito in the comforter, so he didn’t have a full range of motion and couldn’t get as deep as he normally did when he pounded into me. The short, fast strokes were still intense and enough to have me move against him wantonly so I could feel as much of him as possible.
His hand sneakily ventured toward the crevasse that divided my backside. I went still at the foreign caress and felt Huck’s answering chuckle all throughout my body. A moment later, that same hand found its way between my legs, and his knuckle brushed against my clit as he continued to move within me.
The light touch was playful and sweet, but it sent my head spinning. It only took a couple more strokes and the press of his thumb as he rubbed tight little circles over the sensitive nub to send me over the edge. My orgasm was quick and intense. It made my entire body go languid and loose, so I barely moved when Huck maneuvered me onto my back and started to thrust in earnest, chasing after his own completion.
It didn’t take long until he was panting and pressing hard against me, his body going tight as he pulsed through his orgasm.
We lay still and quiet for a long moment until Huck’s phone rang from the nightstand. It was stupidly late, so he immediately frowned and reached for it. He untangled himself from the blanket and got up to go toward the bathroom. I assumed he was going to clean up until he came back with a towel that he dropped on my head as he switched his call over to the speaker.
“What do you mean, you stopped by the house the other day?” Huck’s low voice sounded tense and surprised as another rumbly male voice came over the line.
“I need my Social Security card for a thing at work. I can’t find it here anywhere, so I drove to the house and was going to look for it in my old room. You never told me you rented it out. Also, I can’t believe you still haven’t had time to fix those squeaky stairs. I banged a few loose nails in while I was there because the noise still drives me crazy.”
I sat up with a start and blinked at Huck in shock.
“Fisher, are you telling me you came in and didn’t leave a note or any damn thing while you were here? Did you really not stick around to see any of us, but took the time to fix our squeaky stairs?” Huck sounded pissed and looked angry as he rubbed his own towel over his head.