Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,59

and rising up on my knees to roll the rubber on. My dick hurts, it’s so ready to get down to business. I’m afraid to touch it, for fear I might blow early.

But I manage to get the condom on. Of course.

Eleanor lifts up on her elbows, watching me as I finish taking care of the condom, her eyes wide. “Pretty sure you’re the biggest guy I’ve ever been with.”

I give my cock a quick stroke before I resume my position, hovering above her, her legs spread and ready to receive me. “Really?”

She nods, looking apprehensive. “Hopefully it fits.”

“Oh, it’s gonna fit. Don’t you worry,” I say with confidence, rising up on my knees once more. I grab hold of her hips and pull her in closer, then wrap my fingers around my cock and drag it through her wet folds. She arches her back, her expression one of pure ecstasy as her lips fall open and her eyes close.

“You’re the worst,” she says on a moan, and I can’t help but get off on her sexual agony.

This probably means I’m a sick motherfucker, but I can live with it.

Seventeen

Eleanor

He’s driving me out of my mind.

I’ve never had so much foreplay before in my life. Seriously, he takes me to the brink, only to leave me hanging, gasping for air. Desperate to come. Maybe he’s a sadist. Maybe he’s into BDSM or whatever. Maybe he’s one of those dudes who says, “You can’t come until I say so.”

Huh. I wonder if that kind of thing would turn me on.

Probably.

Right now he’s sitting on his knees between my wide-open thighs, his fingers wrapped firmly around the base of his erection as he rubs just the tip—ha ha—against my folds. My clit. Every little touch makes me twitch, I swear to God, and I’m afraid once he’s finally inside me, I’ll come immediately.

I hope that doesn’t happen. I want to actually enjoy this. Savor it. Not be ready to shove him off me the moment I’m satisfied.

If I say that like I have previous experience, that would be a yes. I do.

Anyway.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, sounding snappy.

Oops.

“Trying to get you ready,” he says, like he has all the time in the world.

“I’m fairly certain I’m ready,” I retort, feeling like a smartass, but come on. He’s getting off on this.

He smiles, the jerk. The sexy, knows-exactly-what-he’s-doing jerk. “You think?”

The music from downstairs gets louder, and though I can’t necessarily make out the lyrics, the beat is heavy and slow, and I swear it’s making the bed frame rattle. Mitch’s expression grows darker as he rests the head of his cock right at my entrance, poised and ready. His gaze is zeroed in on that very spot and I shift beneath him, trying to get him in.

“Impatient?” he asks.

“Very,” I answer.

All that apprehension over whether he’ll fit or not leaves me the moment he pushes in with ease. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and when he’s fully inside me I feel very filled up, but it’s a good thing.

A very good thing.

Mitch wraps his hands around my hips and starts to move, still on his knees, his gaze still locked on the spot where our bodies are connected. A slow-and-easy, in-and-out glide that sends tingles scattering all over my body. With every thrust, his erection nudges something deep, making me clench, and I wonder if it’s the infamous G spot.

Huh. I always thought that was a myth.

I realize he’s in time with the music, and it’s absolutely blissful. Our bodies move in perfect unison, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations take over. I lift my arms above my head and stretch beneath him like a cat before I blindly reach out, my hands making contact with his sweat-covered chest. He shifts closer. I can feel his body press atop mine, and then our mouths connect, his lips and tongue claiming me.

Moaning into his mouth, I undulate my body beneath his, sending him even deeper. He grabs hold of my thigh, hitching my leg around his hip, and oh God, that feels so good. He’s bumping against something. Hitting me just right. Again and again. Over and over. My body has been primed since the moment I entered the suite, and I’m close.

So close.

He pumps faster. Sending me higher. I’m moaning. Whimpering his name. He grunts with every thrust, the sounds downright animalistic, and I wrap my hand around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine