then she’s taking another small step toward me, completely naked now. I finally break, my hands shooting out to grip the back of her thighs. I pull her to my face as I spread her legs from behind. Shayne gasps, her hands flying out to clutch my head for balance as I part her lower lips with my tongue and her gasp turns into a moan as I take one long lick. Her knees almost buckle, but I hold her steady, sucking her clit into my mouth.
“No,” she breathes, tugging me back by my hair. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, cocking my head to the side in question. She can’t be stopping this now.
“Your turn,” Shayne says, giving me a pointed look.
I clench my jaw and hold her stare as I undo the buttons of my shirt, one by one. I must not be fast enough, because then Shayne’s dropping to her knees in front of me, impatient fingers tugging at my belt. I lift up enough to let her pull my pants and boxers down my legs, throwing them behind her. Her eyes lock onto my cock, standing thick and hard. I grip the base, holding it out for her.
“Sit on me.”
She doesn’t hesitate, straddling me, one knee on each side. My hands find the dip in her waist as she pushes my shirt over my shoulders, shoving it down my arms. I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.
“Thayer,” she breathes out in surprise, her eyebrows pulling together as tentative fingers reach out to trace the lines of ink that run from my shoulder down to my wrist where the lightning hit me. When the marks first started to fade, I decided I wanted to keep them, so I had my scars tattooed over. Showing her felt like admitting I kept a piece of her with me. A piece I wasn’t willing to let go of.
“When? Why?”
I bring my mouth to her chest, ignoring her questions as my lips ghost across her nipple while my fingers find her clit. I stroke her until her eyes fall shut, her hands squeezing my shoulders. She’s so fucking wet already.
Suddenly, she’s jerking my hand out of the way, lowering herself onto me. As soon as her wet, warm pussy makes contact with the tip of my cock, she freezes, looking into my eyes.
“Thayer.” Her voice holds a hint of panic, as if she just realized what we’re about to do.
I should stop her. I should walk away for good. But instead, I say, “Slide down, baby. I’ve got you.”
Shayne
“Slide down, baby. I’ve got you.”
Thayer keeps one hand at my waist and slides the other one through my hair, gripping the back of my neck. I nod wordlessly, and then I’m slowly pushing down on him. His stomach tenses as his thick tip breaches my entrance and the pain is sharp enough to steal my breath. I pause to adjust to the feeling, my wide eyes finding his. This is really happening. Thayer’s finally inside me, and there’s no going back now, even if I wanted to. I lick my lips, and he pulls my mouth to his. My lips part on a moan and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. The more he kisses me, the more I relax. After a few seconds, I start to inch down little by little, stretching around him until he’s fully inside of me, my ass hitting the top of his thighs.
“Shayne,” he says my name, his strangled voice laced with suspicion.
“Don’t move,” I say, my voice shaky. My fingers clutch his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Thayer’s dark eyes snap up to mine.
“This is your first time.” He states it as a fact, not a question.
I nod, and his eyes flash with something I can’t pinpoint before they squeeze shut.
“I want this,” I assure him, starting to move my hips in small circles.
Thayer pulls back, looking down between us with a groan.
“Fuck.”
I feel impossibly full in the best way. Thayer hasn’t even moved, and this is already better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is Thayer. Everything with him is just…more. We are more.
“I need you to move, Shayne,” he grits out, his hands squeezing my ass.
Bracing my hands on his thighs behind me, I ride him slowly, fascinated with watching his length slide in and out of me. Thayer’s eyes are glued to where we connect, watching intently. His