30. Chapter 30 #2
She lets out a shaky breath that turns into a laugh, and she presses her face into my chest for a second. When she looks up again, her eyes are red but bright—the brightest I've ever seen them.
“Did you, uh, want to stay with me tonight?”
It's barely a whisper, but I hear her.
Loud and fucking clear.
My heart rate quickens, my dick hardens a little, but I try to contain my excitement.
“What about Zach?” I ask. In reality, he probably wouldn’t notice or care, but it is his house, and he's home so I want to respect him.
Respect him?
I snort internally.
Incredible.
When did I become so respectful of Zach’s feelings? Zach Evans. Never in my entire life did I imagine giving a single emotional calorie to that boy, and now I’m tiptoeing around like I’m his therapist honoring his healing journey.
Tiff shrugs her shoulder. “He just played a huge game. He’s exhausted, and I doubt he’s coming out of his room tonight.”
I hesitate, still feeling a little guilty.
It doesn’t last long. Not when Tiff wraps her hands around my shoulders and she pulls me down for a kiss.
A mind-numbing, soul-crushing kiss.
My shoulders relax as my hand travels up her back, and suddenly, nothing else matters except the feeling of Tiff’s mouth on mine.
This is what I fought for. The reason I left everything else behind.
She tugs at my shirt, walking backward before pulling me into her room. I kick the door shut as she takes off my hoodie and then my shirt. I do the same for her, tossing her top across the room.
Then, pushing onto her tiptoes, she’s on me again. Kissing me senselessly.
I lean down, grab her thighs, and hook them around my hips, wasting no time as I walk her to the bed.
When my hands hits the mattress, and Tiff is lying on the sheets, I pull away and take her in.
Bare skin, messy hair, and pink, pouty lips. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Tiff's always been pretty controlled around me, but tonight she feels a little wild.
She pulls my jeans down, leaving me in nothing but my black boxers. I return the favor, kneeling in front of her to wiggle her jeans off.
As she lifts her hips, her little panties catch on the fabric and come off too.
Tiff tries to knock her knees together, but I'm right in the middle blocking it.
She’s not hiding from me. Never again.
When our eyes connect, she knows what I’m thinking, and I feel her body relax a little underneath me.
I place my hands on her knees and gently push them open a little further. Then I scoot into the space and kiss the space between her breasts, feeling her warm skin against me.
I trail my fingertips slowly up the inside of her arm, watching the goosebumps rise, until I reach the thin strap of her bra and hook my finger underneath it.
She’s breathing heavily as I drag it down her shoulder, taking my time. The second strap follows the same lazy path.
She arches, letting my hands slide around her back and unclip the clasp. The bra slips free, trapped between our bodies until I peel it away, tossing it somewhere in the room.
Then my mouth is on her with slow, open-mouthed kisses all the way down the slope of her breast until I reach the tight peak. I circle her nipple with the flat of my tongue once, twice, before drawing it deep, sucking with steady, pulsing pressure. She arches, her fingers threading into my hair.
“Jamie,” she breathes.
“Gotta keep it down,” I say as I switch to the other nipple, grazing it lightly with my teeth just to feel her hips jerk against me, then soothe it with slow, wet strokes while my hand cups the breast I just left, my thumb brushing lazy circles over the sensitive tip.
Her whispers turn ragged. My name becomes a soft, desperate chant against my ear.
There's something infinitely hot about trying to keep it down while you're having sex.
After lavishing both of her tits with attention, I drag my lips back to the center of her chest, and press a slow, opened-mouth kiss right over her racing heartbeat.
“I love you,” I mumble against her skin.
It’s the truth, and I want her to hear it for the rest of her life.
My mouth traces a wet, deliberate path downward until I reach her navel. With my hands on her hips, I take my time, circling it with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive rim.
She sucks in a sharp breath; her stomach flexes, her hips buck, and the slick heat of her pussy drags against my stomach.
Fuck.
“You’re so wet already.”
I can’t resist anymore. I drop lower and drag my tongue in one slow, deliberate swipe across her clit.
Tiff’s head snaps back against the pillow with a sharp, involuntary moan that shoots straight to my cock. I grin against her wet heat, loving the way her thighs tremble around my ears.
Just as I start to swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit again, her fingers thread through my hair. She grips hard, yanking my head up until our eyes lock.
“Jamie,” she breathes, her voice low, and her eyes dark with need.
“Yes?” I rasp, purposely letting my breath skate across her center. Her hips jerk once, her legs clenching around my shoulders as though she’s fighting not to grind against my face.
She swallows, her cheeks burning, but she doesn’t look away.
“Can I…” Her voice cracks. “Can I take control tonight?”
My brain nearly malfunctions at the question.
“Control?”
She licks her lips. She’s flushed and trembling, but her eyes never waver. “I want to learn you… the same way you’ve learned me.”
The way you learned me.
I gulp, wondering if she really means by tracing every inch of me with her tongue, or if it's just a metaphor.
God, I really hope it's the former.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want, Tiff. I’m here for you. Always.”
With that, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she pushes me to the side until I’m flat on the mattress, still in my boxers.
Tiff’s eyes flick down to me, but she doesn’t rush. Instead, she climbs over me, straddling my chest first. I feel the heat of her pussy radiate against my skin when she settles her weight, making my abs clench.
She leans forward, her dark hair falling around us like a curtain, and kisses me.
Her hands roam my chest, tracing the lines of muscle, circling my nipples with featherlight touches that send sparks straight to my cock.
All the while, her hips keep drifting lower until she’s sitting directly on my cock with only the thin layer of my boxers between us.
I groan, feeling her wetness coat me from base to tip as she rocks in tiny, torturous circles.
The head of my dick catches against her clit with every pass, and she lets out these soft, broken little gasps into my mouth.
We’re still only kissing.
Maybe it's heavy petting now since she's soaking my boxers with her arousal and riding me. My hands flex at my sides, itching to grab her hips and guide her faster, harder, but I keep them there because she asked for control.
I might angel my hips just enough so that the thick ridge of my cock drags perfectly along her swollen clit.
She gasps, and her nails bite into my shoulders as she breaks the kiss.
“Jamie…” Her voice is wrecked, trembling. “You’re so hard…”
“Because of you.”
With her hands on my chest, she pulls away and takes me in before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my pecs.
I groan, my hands clutching at the sheets as I try to hold myself together. I don’t want to look too eager or demanding by touching her, but damn, it feels good to have all her attention like this.
Her kisses go lower.
Lower.
Lower, until she's seated between my thighs and studying my boxer-covered crotch. I hope she knows that little wet patch is from her.
She reaches her hand toward me, her fingers toying with the edge of my boxers. That's when I see it. The slight tremble in her hands.
I gently take that hand away, interlocking our fingers together. “You don’t have to do anything, you know. I’m more than happy to kiss you until we fall asleep.”
It's the truth, but I can't deny I'd be happier if we let this continue.
Her smile falls. “No. I want this, Jamie. I want you.”
Fuck. The determination in her voice and the meaning behind it make me harder. I didn’t know that was even possible.
“O—okay.” My voice croaks as her fingers curl around the band of my underwear and she pulls them off me.
When my dick bounces free, I fully expect her to take her time.
She doesn’t.
Her mouth is on me before my brain even catches up.
Warm, wet lips close around the swollen head in one smooth motion, and she sucks hard enough to make me see stars.
“Tiff—fuck,” I growl. Shit. Fuck. She’s just started, and I’m already having trouble breathing.
Her tongue swipes flat and slow across the sensitive slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum there before she takes me in her mouth, making my thighs shake.
As her hand starts to pump my cock, her free hand slides up my forearm, finds my wrist, and guides my fingers into her hair.
I thread them through her loose strands immediately, cradling the back of her head. I don’t put any pressure on her yet, but the weight of my hand is there, letting her know that I could, and that I want to.
She hums around me in approval, the vibration ripping straight up my spine.
Then she takes me deeper.
Her lips slide further down my shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. I feel the tight ring of her mouth stretch around me, feel the heat of her tongue pressing flat along the underside.
The head of my cock nudges the soft back of her throat.
I groan loud enough that it echoes in the quiet room, my abs clenching so hard they hurt. My balls draw up tight, the pressure building. Every swallow she gives sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, baby—just like that,” I rasp, my voice shredded. My fingers flex in her hair. “You’re taking me so fucking deep.”