First and Forever (Heartache Duet #2) - Jay McLean Page 0,59

other, over and over, my hands curled around her waist as she grinds into me. She feels so small beneath my touch, so fucking perfect. I run the back of my fingers down her stomach until I find the top of her underwear, but she stops me, her fingers lacing with mine. I look up at her, eyebrows raised. “No?”

“Not yet.”

I exaggerate a pout. “When?”

She starts to slide off of me, and I internally cry, but then she starts undoing my fly, releasing me completely. Her hand curls around my cock, stroking, and I tilt my head back, my eyes closed. I feel her heated breath first, then the wetness of her tongue and everything else is a blur when she starts working me in her mouth. I open my eyes, a moan escaping when I see her watching me, her lips thinned around me. We’ve never done it like this before, so open, with the lights on. It’s always been dark, everything under the covers, and I’m already so fucking close, and I tell her that. But she won’t fucking stop. I gather her hair to one side so I can watch it all, my hips rising, thighs tensing, and about to—“Fuck, stop.” I pull on her hair, force her away.

“No, I wanted—”

I practically throw her to the side, trying to calm the hell down. She’s on all fours when she cranes her neck to look back at me. “Connor!”

I get behind her, slide her underwear down her legs and groan at the view in front of me. And then I go to town, lick every inch of her until she’s moaning—my name mixed with God’s—again and again, and I flip to my back, bring her back down to me. She grinds against my mouth, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head, while her fingers tug at my hair. She’s loud. Louder than she’s ever been, and it turns me on more. She screams when she comes, her pleasure coating my tongue. My chin. She only takes a second to recover, moving down my body until my cock’s at her entrance. I grab a condom from my nightstand and hand it to her, sitting up when she rolls it over me. I kiss her. Hard. And she returns it with the same lust, same passion. I slide into her effortlessly, our moans of ecstasy filling the room. Sweat coats our skin as we find a rhythm, her back arched, arm outstretched, hand on my thigh. I reach behind me, my hand pressed to the mattress, giving me enough leverage to meet her thrust for thrust. I find her clit with my thumb, stroke her once, testing. She loses it, begs for more, and so I do it again and again until she loses her rhythm and falls forward. Her teeth clamped on my shoulder, her release coming in the form of moans that vibrate against my flesh. “Goddamn, Connor. What the hell’s gotten into—”

I don’t let her finish before I flip her off me. Chest on the mattress, ass in the air, and I can tell she’s exhausted, and I should be, but… teenage hormones are one hell of a drug. I get behind her and pull on her hips until she’s exactly where I need her. My hand glides up her spine, to her shoulder, and I grip her there. “Is this okay?” I ask because we’ve never been in this position before and I want to make sure.

“Yeah,” she breathes out. I pull back and then enter her slowly, watching every inch of me fill her, then I lean down, my chest to her back. I kiss between her shoulder blades as I start to move again, slowly, but she leans up on her outstretched arms, her neck craned to look back at me. “God, you feel so good inside me,” she whispers, and I try to hold off. She grips the top of my headboard with one hand, the other going between her legs, feeling where we connect. “Oh, fuck,” she moans, “that’s so fucking hot.”

I look down, the image in front of me driving me insane, making my dick pulse. “You should see it from my angle.”

“Oh, god, I’m going to come again, Connor. I can’t—” I reach around, find her clit again. My jaw tenses when she tightens around me. “Fuck, babe. Fuck me.” I hold her to me, my hand on her hip, so I can fuck her harder, faster, like she’s