I’m gone. Swaddled by a thick, heavy blanket of lust, wrapped around my skin so tight it’s hard to breathe.
“You want them to ride you, moaning so loud they’re basically screaming. You want them to push through the sting of their muscles burning with the effort. You want them to fight exhaustion until they make you come.”
Her words come out breathless, almost strained. I think the images she summons into my head affect her as much as they do me. I’m sure she feels my rock-solid cock digging into her when she grinds her hips, pressing her clit to the zipper of my jeans, pupils blown, arousal in the highest gear.
Sweet Jesus...
Blue balls for-fucking-ever.
This was a bad,badidea. I’m so hard my cock could break through fucking concrete like Thor’s hammer.
I squeeze the beer harder and picture hurling the bottle across the room to free my hands so I can cup Thalia’s face. I imagine weaving my hands into those thick, dark curls and thrusting my tongue inside her warm, silky mouth, but I don’t.
I just keep squeezing my beer so hard my fingers ache as she stares me down for three heartbeats. And then, the silent dare-laced look morphs into a broad smile—teeth and all, as she slides off my lap.
“How was that?” she asks on an exhale, eyes glossy.
“Pretty close to heaven,” I admit, my mouth dry, heart racing. “My turn.”
Why?Why the fuck did I say that? I should finish my beer, get up and lock myself in my bedroom, butno... I’d rather play with fire.
And I won’t just get burned.
I’ll turn to fucking ashes.
Thalia scoots back to the corner of the couch, waiting for my move and fidgeting impatiently. For a moment, I sit still, reconsidering, even though I know I won’t back out.
I treat myself to a long, detailed look, my eyes roving down her body, stripping her off the navy top with ease now that I know the heaven she’s hiding underneath. I move quickly, twisting my fingers in the belt loops on her jeans and yank her closer, loving the sight of her sprawled on the couch, knees spread wide open.
She looks ready.
Willing.
This istorture...
My face hovers just above the zipper of her jeans as I hook her legs over my shoulders, inhaling the intoxicating, sweet scent of her. I push up the thin fabric of her top until it just about covers her nipples, my fingers stroking her ribs. She squirms when I scrape my lips along her abdomen.
“There’s a difference betweenhardandfast, little one.”
I slide my hands lower, back to her waist, grab a handful of the soft flesh and flip her over, my moves fast but precise, tearing a half-gasp, half-moan out of her lips.
She definitely likes it rough.
Once she’s flat on her stomach, I cover her body with mine, crawling over the beauty, lips on the nape of her neck, her hair tickling my face. I press one hand to her head, forcing her cheek against the cushion.
My thoughts don’t line up. Every time I align one, it tumbles, scattering the rest, and my brain melts into a buzzing mess of thick and sticky lust. The primal, animalistic need to take, claim, and bury my cock deep inside her wreaks havoc on my composure.
“Can you handlehard?” I whisper, digging my fingers into her pelvic bone, my chest tight.
It’s the most dangerous game I’ve ever played. We’re tipsy, hot, and bothered. A mistake hangs in the air, pressing onto us from all sides... and that’s the only reason I summon my rational thinking and retreat. No way I’ll fuck her when she can’t give me clear, sober consent.
“Close?” I ask, careful not to let my tone of voice show how unstable I feel.
“Pretty close to heaven...”
She’s not had sex in nineteen months, and it shows—her pretty face painted with a burning need. If not for the alcohol in our bloodstreams, we’d spend the most amazing night together. Were compatible on so many different levels that I’d bet my entire portfolio that sex would be off the charts. But in a way, I’m glad we’re not thinking straight right now.
Relieved. That’s what I am, and it’s the most bizarre feeling. I’m so hard it’s painful, and the idea of relieving the tension in her pussy sounds like a fantasy come true, butno. We’re not going there.