“I could eat you for hours.” He licks his lips before pressing them to mine for a tender kiss.
I weave my fingers through his hair, relishing in how soft the strands are. “You did.”
He lets out a deep laugh and it resonates through me. “It wasn’t enough.”
I’m sore from his fingers and his mouth, but I want more. I need more because soon day will break and I’ll have to rush home to change before I go to work.
I want to stay, but I know I can’t. I know he can’t.
“Jeremy,” I say his name softly.
“Angel,” he whispers back.
I kiss him again, harder this time, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. “Get a condom.”
He groans into my mouth. “Fuck, Linny.”
I let out a bubble of laughter. “That’s exactly what I want.”
He inhales sharply when he pulls back and our eyes meet. “What would it take to convince you to stay here with me?”
I reach up to glide my hand over his cheek. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll stay.”
He presses his lips to mine. “Forever?”
I hear the vulnerability in his voice. I feel it within me too. The unspoken line between casual lovers and more is blurred. It’s so blurred that neither of us can see it anymore.
Before I can say anything, he shifts back on his heels and slides to the edge of the bed.
I watch in silence as he opens a condom package and sheaths his cock. His hand runs over the length from root to tip once, and then again.
Spreading my legs, I motion for him to come to me.
He does. He crawls across the tangled bed linens until he’s above me again.
Gripping his shaft, I rub him against my cleft. I close my eyes to savor the sensation; that moment right before he plunges into me, and the pleasure takes over.
“Open your eyes, angel.” His voice is gravelly, deep and desirous.
I stare into his eyes as he slides his cock into me, each movement almost too much to bear.
We find our rhythm quickly.
He fucks me with slow, even strokes, keeping his eyes pinned on mine.
When he ups the pace and braces his hand on my hip, I moan. It’s so deep, so good and when I come around his cock, he buries his face in my neck.
His breathing is ragged and intense when he comes, holding me in place, whispering words against my skin about never wanting to let me go.
Chapter 39
Jeremy
“Get your head in the game, Jeremy.” Rocco taps his knuckles on the table. “You’re going to walk out of here a poor man.”
I don’t give a fuck.
I arrived at Rocco’s apartment hours ago with a thousand dollars in the pocket of my jeans. I’m down to my last hundred now and it doesn’t look promising.