Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends #2) - Sara Ney Page 0,44
ass on lower abdomen. She’s tiny—compared to me—and my hands find her waist. Naked waist. Smooth, warm waist.
Awkwardly, she discards the comforter from the bed, pulling and prying it out from under her so it no longer separates us, and I groan when my hands can cup her ass.
“You should kiss me or something,” she tells me, so bossy.
“Lower your face,” I tell her back.
Her hair hits my chest first, tickling my pecs, breath mingling with mine.
I don’t move a muscle.
She is in complete control.
Her lips are gentle, pressing against my mouth once she finds it in the dark, pushing delicately. Testing. One kiss, then another, and little by little, I open my mouth.
Offer up the tip of my tongue until she touches it with hers, the dick in my boxers hardening with every stroke. With every wet, teasing stroke of her tongue in my mouth, her hips begin to move.
Hollis shifts her body. Slides it down a few inches until her pussy is on top of my dick, the tip flirting with her slit.
She moans.
I don’t move a muscle.
“Put your hands on my ass,” she instructs. “And…pull me back and forth.”
We both groan, and I’m as giddy as a horny fifteen-year-old. Just as revved up, too, waiting for more instructions.
“Now what?”
Hollis doesn’t tell me, just rolls her hips. The only things between us are her sheer panties and my boxers, which are laughably thin. We might as well be naked. It’s not the same, but it’s close. Blessedly close.
But not the same.
But close.
Shut the fuck up. Quit arguing with yourself, idiot—focus.
Above me, Hollis clears her throat, trying to find some words. “Would you…put your hands on my…”
“On your what?” I breathe out. Hips? Ribs? Shoulders? Be specific—I need all the help I can get.
“My…”
I can’t see her tits, but now I can feel them, because she’s moved my hands from her ass…to her rib cage…all the way up to her breasts. Her high, perky boobs—from what I can feel in the dark, anyway—and I’m tempted to flip the light on.
I want to see it all.
Her nipples are stiff. Her back is straight. Her head? Tipped back.
Hips grind over me, working their way over my dick and balls, smushing them into my pelvis, but who actually gives a fuck? It feels amazing. It does its job, creating friction and pleasure—the way it did back before I lost my virginity, when a quick dry fuck was the only safe way to get my rocks off.
I was a virgin late in life—seventeen before I lost it to a college freshman after a campus tour. I didn’t get a scholarship to play baseball at the school, but I did get laid for the very first time in the dorm rooms there. Ahh, the memories.
Hollis moans when I softly caress her boobs, the pads of my fingers slowly stroking, brushing over the tips, barely making contact with her skin.
She covers my hands with hers. Then.
Leans her body down and finds my mouth in the dark.
Our kiss is open-mouthed and hot—tons of tongue. Frantic, but with a languid approach. Wet, for sure. Kind of dirty in a This is our first kiss but we’re dry humping in your parents’ guest room kind of way. Hot and heavy but tentative and hesitant, if those things can be combined.
Feels taboo.
We’ve been holding back since we met—she’s lying to herself if she doesn’t agree. Hollis Westbrooke has wanted to stick her tongue down my throat—if even to shut me up—since the pool party at Noah Harding’s house, or my name isn’t Trace Wallace.
Her mouth tastes like heaven. Her tits feel like heaven in my hands. Her pussy rubbing against my cock? Heaven. No other word can describe it, and I won’t even try because I’m borderline brain-dead at this point, all the blood having drained into my dick.
I am a brainless, spineless puddle of hormones.
On top of me, Hollis grinds. Grinds her hips, hands braced on the carpet for support, head lowered, hair brushing the side of my face. I can hear her soft moans, the frustration in her breathy sighs. She wants a release. She wants her panties off. She wants to fuck me, but won’t let herself.
Especially not in my parents’ house.
My hands are still on her hips. And if I reach down and pull her underwear aside so my cock is one step closer to being inside her, well—so be it. I’m not hearing any complaints from her, just