Chapter 10 #2
“There’s more in my bag if we need ’em,” he replied, his eyes dark as they roamed over my body. “You didn’t move.” His gaze met mine. “Good girl.”
I was shocked to find my core clenching in response to his words, a gush of wetness trickling down between my ass cheeks on the bed. I didn’t consider myself inexperienced by any means, but never had someone’s words caused such a visceral reaction in my body.
Curtis bent down with a grin, ran his finger over me and pinched my clit between his fingers, making my back bow off the bed. He let go when I began to whimper and thrust two fingers inside, twisting and curving them upward.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hand shooting down to grab his wrist.
He paused. It wasn’t until I looked at his face, ready to ask him what the fuck he was waiting for, that I realized what he wanted. Slowly, I loosened my fingers and raised my hand back over my head.
His fingers immediately slid away and then thrust back in, curving again. I clenched my teeth against the urge to cry out and undulated against his hand, the position of my legs not giving me enough leverage to really move.
“That’s it,” he murmured, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “Ride it.”
I lost sight of his face when he dipped his head and sobbed as his tongue brushed along my opening around his fingers. Then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked it into his mouth, and I absolutely lost it.
I came so hard that I couldn’t stop the wail that burned up my throat.
I felt it everywhere, from the tips of my toes to my scalp. My hands flew down to grip his hair as Curtis’s hands wrapped around my thighs, holding them wide as he ate, his groans vibrating hungrily against my flesh.
By the time he leaned back up again and reached for a condom, my legs were shaking.
“You good?” he asked softly, his eyes on mine as he rolled the condom on.
“Yeah.”
“You want more?”
“Yeah.”
His gaze was soft on mine as he lowered himself over me, and unlike before, he seemed to relish the feeling of my hands on his skin.
I ran them over the back of his neck and shoulders, then down the dip of his spine and back up his sides as he leaned down on one elbow and brushed my hair from my cheek with his free hand.
“Still time to change your mind,” he whispered against my lips.
“Do it—”
The words weren’t even out of my mouth when he thrust, pushing and stretching until he was fully inside.
I wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled the other knee to my chest as he began to move.
It was everything I’d never even realized was possible.
With just his cock and his hand cupping my face, it built and built inside me.
I gripped him, half in shock and half trying to ensure he stayed exactly where he was as he kissed me softly on my lips, my chin, my jaw, my neck.
Far sooner than I’d anticipated, my eyes closed, my back arched, and every muscle in my body tightened, on the edge for a torturous moment.
I let go with a sound that felt like it was pulled from somewhere in my chest as I fell over the edge.
Curtis cursed softly, but kept his thrusts steady until the waves of pleasure calmed into small aftershocks that made me twitch in his arms. Only then did his thrusts become harder and faster until he groaned into my mouth, his pleasure-filled gaze on mine.
Sliding my hands from around his back, I lifted them to his cheeks, pushing his hair away from his face as he kissed me, long, wet, and deep.
If someone would have asked me before, I could’ve honestly said I’d had good sex. Satisfying sex. Kinky, fun, hot sex. Not every experience had been great, but most of them had.
I’d had zero idea what I was missing.
“Be back,” Curtis murmured, interrupting my life-changing revelation. I shivered as he slid out slowly, then curled up on my side as he exited the bed and walked into the bathroom.
I stared at his flexing ass and scratched-up back until the door swung mostly closed behind him.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, rolling onto my back so I could fling my arm over my eyes.
How in the hell could I ever go back to mediocre sex now?
“How you doin’?” Curtis asked in amusement a few minutes later.
He burst out laughing when I lifted my arm to peek at him.
“Yeah, me too,” he mused. Setting one knee on the bed, he leaned over and gently pulled my legs apart so he could run a warm washcloth between my thighs.
“Concierge service,” I joked huskily, my hips giving an involuntary jerk.
“Don’t like the taste of condoms,” he murmured, tossing the washcloth toward his pile of laundry in the corner.
I tensed as he bent to me. “I’m really sensitive,” I warned, my hand going to his hair.
“Then I’ll have to be gentle,” he replied, his breath feathering over me. His tongue came out to delicately trace the contours of my skin, and within seconds I’d fallen right back down the rabbit hole.
* * *
I wasn’t sure what time we finally fell asleep.
I just knew that we’d made it through every one of the condoms Curtis had tossed onto the bed, I’d come twice as many times as he had, and the sun was already rising.
When Finn came knocking on the door later that morning, I let out a whine that would’ve embarrassed me if Curtis hadn’t been softly snoring next to me. We’d gotten two hours of sleep, max.
“Wake up,” I grumbled, smacking him with my pillow.
He shot up. “What?”
“I’ll be right out,” I called to Finn.
“Oh, fuck,” Curt groaned, falling back to the bed.
“Can Dylan drive us to get breakfast?” Finn called through the door. “Why is your door locked?”
“Fuck me,” I mumbled. “No!” I called louder to Finn. “There’s cereal in the pantry.”
“We don’t want cereal!”
“Too bad.” I threw back the blankets and rolled out of bed. “I’ll be out in a minute, Finn!”
“Fine,” he griped.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, reaching up to fix the rat’s nest my hair had turned into. When I turned, Curtis was lying with his arms behind his head, watching me with a grin.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said. “What did we get? Three hours?”
“Less,” I argued. “Definitely less.”
“I forgot to unlock the door.” He glanced at it. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries.” I waved him off as I went to my bag and pulled out a pair of socks and a bra. I tugged on the socks and pulled off my tank top.
“Turn around,” Curt ordered.
“Sorry, man,” I replied, keeping my back to him as I put my bra on. I picked up my tank top and turned. “I don’t take orders outside of bed.”
“I’m still in bed.”
“I see that.” I walked to the foot of the bed, grabbed the comforter and top sheet, and yanked them to the floor.
“What the fuck?” he asked with a laugh.
“If I have to be up, so do you.”
“Oh, that’s how it is?”
“You kept me up all night.”
“You weren’t complaining.”
“True.” I let my eyes linger as I looked him over. I’d tasted nearly every inch of that body.
My mouth watered.
“You think we have a few minutes?” he asked huskily.
“No,” I replied, moving toward the door. “Come on.”
Finn was no longer outside the door when I opened it, but I could hear all the kids downstairs.
Shutting off the lights in every room as I passed them because apparently my children were incapable, I followed the sound of their voices.
Dylan was sitting at the kitchen table, and Jesse was perched on the counter when I entered the room.
“We were going to go to Charlie’s coffee shop,” Jesse greeted. “I would’ve brought you some.”
“We’ve got coffee here, Jess,” I chided. “Where’s Finn?”
“In the pantry,” they replied dryly. “Trying to decide which cereal he wants.”
“We only bought two kinds.”
Jesse shrugged. “We only have drip coffee,” they reminded me. “It’s not the same.”
“I also don’t have a job yet,” I reminded them, shooting a look over my shoulder as I opened the pantry.
“I wanted a breakfast bagel,” Finn informed me, standing with his arms crossed.
“So you’re hiding in the pantry to prove your point?” I asked curiously.
“No. I like it in here.”
“Okay, weirdo.” I gestured him out. “Grab some cereal.”
When I turned out of the pantry, Curtis appeared.
“Late night?” Dylan asked with a laugh.
My stomach churned.
“Later than you,” Curtis replied, walking toward the coffeepot on the counter. “Found you wrapped like a burrito on the floor of the bonus room when we got here.”
“I figured you were the one who moved the TV,” Dylan said, leaning back in his chair.
“You knew better.”
“We don’t have any furniture,” Dylan complained. “We had to set it on something.”
“You couldn’t have set up the game on the TV downstairs? That one’s hangin’ on the wall.”