Chapter 28 #2
I drop her on the bed, and she lands, hair fanning around her, and the sight of her there, eyes heavy-lidded and her lips swollen, breasts rising above the lace of her bra, is so hot it makes my cock throb.
She smiles and reaches for me.
I kick my boots off and reach for her jeans.
"Lift," I say, and she does.
The jeans come off, revealing matching panties that make me groan.
"Now you," she says, and her hands go to my belt.
She unbuckles, undoes the button, and slides the zipper.
I shove them down impatiently, and she laughs.
I laugh, too.
I don't think I've ever laughed in bed with anyone before.
I kick my jeans away, and the laughter dies, the mood shifting into something darker, more heated.
I get onto the bed and reach for her, then roll us so that she's on top.
My hand goes into her hair, and our lips meet.
She straddles my hips, and I groan into her mouth.
Her fingers trace down my chest, over my stomach.
I suck in a breath when she grips my shaft.
Her tongue sweeps my bottom lip.
"Paige," I growl.
She kisses her way down my chest.
"Oh God," I say, and I'm not a praying man, but holy shit.
She kisses lower and lower.
My hand finds her hair.
She kisses my hip, the crease of my thigh, then her lips wrap around my cock.
"Fuck," I hiss.
Her mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and her tongue traces the tip.
She strokes her hand down the length of me, then sucks, and I groan.
My fingers twist in her hair.
I've never wanted someone like this.
She slides her mouth up and down, her tongue stroking, and I can't breathe.
"Jesus, Paige," I mutter. "You're killing me."
"Good way or bad way?" she murmurs, then her lips wrap around my cock again.
"Fuck."
She moans, and the vibration sends a lightning bolt through me.
But she doesn't continue. She releases me with a small pop and leans back a little.
I reach for her to bring her up to me, but she shakes her head.
"Not yet," she says.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded and so dark. She bites her bottom lip.
"I'm not done with you," she says.
Her nails run over my chest and stomach, leaving lines of heat.
Then she runs her hands over her breasts, still contained in that sinful bra. She grabs my cock with one hand and lifts the bottom of her bra with the other.
"Paige, what are you—" The words fall away as the tip of my cock disappears under the lace and reappears at the top of it, nestled right between her perfect breasts.
"Paige," I say hoarsely.
"Do you like that?" Her voice is sultry, teasing.
She leans down and kisses the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste it.
I'm going to lose it.
Her laugh is throaty. She pushes herself up and starts to move.
My head falls back, and a groan comes from somewhere deep inside me.
Her hands cup her breasts and squeeze them around my cock.
"You feel so good," she breathes.
I'm not sure if it's possible to die from the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, but if I do, this is the way.
Her hands move her breasts faster, and I can't keep myself from thrusting.
"Paige," I rasp.
She laughs again, the sound so sexy.
"They're going to get bigger, you know," she whispers, her voice husky.
The words send a new flood of lust through me, and I thrust up a little harder.
She leans forward, her hands braced on my thighs, her hair cascading around us.
Her tongue flicks out, and then she closes her lips around the head of my cock.
She keeps moving, and the sensation is insane.
"Paige," I bite out, and it's a warning.
When she doesn't stop, I reach down, find the clasp of her bra, and unhook it, releasing my cock. Then I grip her shoulders and drag her up.
She laughs as I roll her onto her back.
"What—" she starts, but my fingers hook into her panties, and I drag them down.
"My turn," I growl.
I spread her legs and run a finger through her wetness.
"God, you're wet," I say.
"You turn me on so much, Ben," she says.
I lean down and swipe my tongue through her folds.
"Oh fuck," she cries.
I slide my tongue in deeper and find her clit.
She tastes like heaven.
"Ben," she moans. "Oh my God."
Her hands grip my hair, and her hips move, seeking more.
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, then lick deep again.
"Oh my God," she gasps.
I keep licking and teasing, and she gets wetter and wetter, until she's dripping cunt juice into my mouth, her breath coming in panting little bursts.
"Don't stop," she cries. "Please don't stop."
Her hips start to buck, and her fingers fist in my hair.
I close my lips around her clit and suck gently, and she shatters.
She cries out, her body shuddering, her legs shaking, and I'm not ready for it.
The sight is so erotic, the taste of her, the feeling of her pleasure, the way she's calling my name—
"Ben. Ben."
I lick her through the orgasm until her hips still and she goes boneless on the bed.
She's quiet, and I look up to find her flushed, her hair a tangled mess, her arms flung over her head.
"Come here," she says, her voice weak and breathless.
My cock throbs, and I move up her body, careful not to crush her.
I kiss her softly, and she kisses me back.
Then her arms wrap around my neck, and her legs wind around my hips.
"Fuck me," she whispers against my mouth.
I slide a hand between us, and my cock nudges her entrance.
She's so wet and slick, and my control is already slipping.
She moves her hips, and the head of my cock slips in.
"Paige," I say, the word raw.
"Ben," she whispers.
She rocks up, and the rest of my control snaps.