Heartache and Hope (Heartache Duet #1) - Jay McLean Page 0,74

“Rhys told you?”

He nods, still refusing to look at me. “He wasn’t bragging or anything. I asked him why he cared about you so much and… yeah.”

I blow out a breath. “It didn’t mean anything. With him, I mean. It would mean something—everything—with you.”

He finishes our names, then runs a hand over it, blowing the loose dust off, his cheeks puffing with the force. Then he takes a step back, admiring his work. He looks over at what I’d written, a simple #3. His smile widens. After a moment, he slowly sits down next to me, his hand on my thigh. “I want to,” he says. “You have no idea how badly I want to. I think about it all the time.”

“Do you…” I smirk, do the hand signal for jerking off. “Like my future YouTube viewers?”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure you were partially present for one of the hundred times I’ve done exactly that thinking about you.”

I go back to that moment, to the bliss that followed. “What exactly do you think about?”

“You.”

“But what about me? Like, where am I? What am I doing?”

His eyes drift shut, his breaths coming out shorter, sharper. He adjusts himself quickly, licking his lips. “You’re on top,” he whispers.

I get on my knees, carefully, while his eyes stay closed. Then I straddle his lap, whimper when I feel him pressed against my center. His hands find my waist while mine settle on his shoulders. “Like this?” I ask, and he nods, licks his lips again. “And what else?” I ask, breathless as I shift, back and forth, slow, slow, slow.

He grasps my ass, hard, and I moan, feel the throb build in my core. Opening his eyes, his teeth clamp down on my shoulder, then bite down on my bra strap. “And this is gone.”

I swallow, reach behind me and unclasp my bra. “Like this?” I ask, releasing the straps and letting them fall to my elbows. He rears back, his lip caught between his teeth. His fingers stroke up my arms, and then down again, taking the straps with them. I’m exposed, in public, but right now, it’s just him and me and all the scandalous thoughts racing through my head.

His eyes are fixated on my breasts, first one, then the other. My chest heaves, lifting them, and his mouth opens, so close.

“Connor,” I whisper, and he glances up, his eyes hooded. “Please?”

He keeps his eyes on mine when his tongue darts out, flicks at my pointed flesh. I instinctively push my hips down, wanting more, needing all of him. “Shit,” I moan when he goes for the other nipple, this time taking the entire thing in his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Please don’t stop,” I sigh, scooting back an inch. I run my hands down his chest, his stomach, fingers playing with the band of his shorts. I hesitate a beat, not knowing if he wants to go this far…

He makes the choice for me, his hand taking mine, guiding me beneath his shorts until my hand circles his cock. So smooth, so hard, so—

“Move,” he says.

“What?” I breathe out.

“Your hand, move it up and down.” Every word is a plea, and so I do as he asks, swallow the groan that bursts from within him. He kisses me, his hands tightening on my backside as I stroke him, long and slow. I break the kiss so I can fill my lungs, but he doesn’t stop. He goes straight to my breasts again, and my back arches, inviting him, while I try to stay focused on his pleasure. And then I feel him, his fingers at the place I crave him the most. He shifts my underwear to the side, a single finger exploring the evidence of my pleasure. He doesn’t stop with my breasts, teasing me, tasting me. I pull on his hair when a single finger slides inside me, again and again, and I can’t breathe, can’t… the world is a blur, our heavy breaths the only sounds filling my ears.

“Fuck, Ava, I’m so close. And you—you’re so fucking perfect.”

At his words, I feel the throbbing escalate, two fingers inside me now. I ride his fingers, fucking them without shame, and continue to stroke him. His cock hardens even more, and I build, build, build, until I fly, soar over the edge.

His groan comes at the same time he does, his pleasure covering my fist.

My eyes snap open to see him watching me, his mouth wide, breaths harsh, chest