30. Chapter 30 #3
She pulls back just enough to let me feel the cool air hit my slick shaft, then dives down again until her nose brushes my pelvis and her throat flutters around me. She holds there for one long, torturous second, swallowing rhythmically, milking me with the tight heat of her throat.
I close my eyes and lean my head against the headboard. Looking at her is too much.
When I pull her hair the tiniest bit, her sucking gets a little harder.
Fuck. It feels good.
When I open my eyes again, I know I'm done for.
“Babe, I'm going to come soon if you aren’t careful,” I warn because this sight of her in front of me is too much to handle.
She pops my cock out of her mouth and gives me a coy smile. “Does that mean you like this?” she asks softly, and I can hear the tiny edge of uncertainty still hiding underneath.
Fuck me. She's still not sure?
“Yes,” I drawl, the word rough and drawn out. My fingers tighten gently in her hair as I guide her up my body until her mouth is level with mine. I crash into the kiss like I’ve been starving for it.
It’s messy, desperate, all tongue and heat and shared breath. I taste myself on her lips—salty, musky—and it only makes me kiss her harder, deeper, swallowing the little moan she lets slip when our tongues slide together.
When I finally break away, I keep her close, my forehead pressed to hers, panting against her mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “I’ve been holding off coming since the second you soaked my boxers with your pussy. I’ve been right on the edge, Tiff. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her breath hitches. Her pupils blow wide, and I feel her thighs clench around my hips where she’s still straddling me.
Her eyes widen. Guessing no one's ever talked dirty to her before.
Moving my hands to her hips, I guide her down until she’s seated right where I want her. On my shaft.
Her breathing is ragged already, chest rising and falling fast as I test the waters—rocking her hips forward and back in slow, deliberate slides. The head of my cock catches against her clit with every pass, then drags through her folds, spreading her open without pushing in.
She bites her bottom lip hard, trying to stifle the little whimpers that keep escaping anyway. Her hands drop to my chest for balance, her nails digging in just enough to sting as she starts working her hips harder—grinding down with more purpose, chasing that friction like she can't get enough.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” I rasp, my voice thick. “Coating my dick with your arousal. Look how wet you are, Tiff—sliding all over me, leaving me glistening. You're making such a mess of us both.”
Her eyes flutter half-closed at the words, a fresh rush of heat slicking between us.
I can feel her pussy clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.
I want to be inside her so badly it’s unreal.
I want to feel that tight little heat grip me, pulse around me every time I whisper something filthy in her ear.
She leans forward suddenly, her breasts brushing my chest, and reaches for the bedside drawer.
The crinkle of foil is loud in the quiet room.
She tears the packet open with shaking fingers, pulls out the condom, and rolls it down my length.
Her touch lingers as she smooths it over every ridge and vein.
Her eyes stay locked on mine the whole time, dark with intent.
Then she shifts forward again so she can lift her hips high before she wraps her hand around my cock, and lines me up with her entrance.
I feel myself nudging inside her, and it takes all my self-control not to thrust up and feel her.
When I'm about an inch in, I hold on to her hips and slowly guide her down the length of me, watching her expression as we go.
She feels so fucking good, and the pace is making it difficult to hold back, but I try my best.
We both let out a breath when I'm fully inside her.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice barely holding it together.
It feels so fucking good…and tight…and right. Being inside Tiff will always be my favorite place to be.
With her eyes closed and her brows a little creased, she nods quickly. “Yeah… it’s just… a little intense like this.”
I can tell. I’m seated to the hilt. Every inch of me is filling her completely. I sit up just enough to capture her mouth in a quick, hungry kiss.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Taking every inch of me like you were made for me.”
I roll my hips a little, gently thrusting into her, which makes her lose her breath. Her head falls back, exposing her throat, and I take the invitation. I move my lips to the column of her neck, sucking lightly when she gasps.
“Do you like it when I’m filling you up like this?” My hands slide to her breasts, cupping their weight as my thumbs circle her tight nipples. “Tell me, Tiff,” I say before pinching them just enough to make her arch.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, the word trembling, barely audible over the wet sounds of us moving together.
“Yeah?” I roll one nipple slowly between my thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. When I pick up the pace, I say, “I like it too. Fuck, I love it.”
She shifts then, bracing her hands on my knees behind her, leaning back to open her body even more. Head tipped, spine arched, breasts bouncing softly with every rise and fall. The new angle lets me see everything.
And holy shit, I lied before.
Her naked body spread out for me was breathtaking, but this? This is fucking devastating.
Watching her ride me like she owns me. Her hips rolling in greedy little circles, pussy gripping and clenching around my cock as she chases her own pleasure. Her thighs trembling. Her stomach flexing.
Nothing in the world looks hotter than Tiff using my cock to get herself off. Absolutely nothing.
Except maybe the wrecked, blissed-out expression she’ll make when she comes.
“I’m—” she gasps, her voice cracking. Her rhythm stutters, her hips slowing like she’s trying to hold it back, but I can feel her clenching around me.
I grip her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her ass, helping her keep the pace while I thrust up to meet her in deeper, harder strokes, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll.
“Yes, I know, Honey.”
Honey?
Fuck.
Zach’s voice cuts through the hallway like a bucket of ice water, and if I weren’t buried balls-deep in the woman I love, it would’ve killed my erection on the spot.
Tiff’s moaning softly, lost in the rhythm, completely oblivious. I react on instinct: my hand clamps over her mouth, firm but careful, muffling the next sound before it escapes.
Her eyes snap open—wide, startled, pupils blown dark with lust and sudden confusion. Her body freezes mid-roll, every muscle locking around me. The sudden stillness makes me throb harder inside her; she feels it too, a tiny involuntary thrust that pulls a silent curse from my chest.
Zach keeps talking, and I can hear his heavy footsteps pacing back and forth just outside the door.
We don’t move. We barely breathe.
The room feels smaller, hotter with every sound amplified: his voice, the creak of floorboards, the wet, obscene stillness where we’re joined. My cock pulses again, reminding us both we’re still locked together, still needing more.
I slide my hand from her mouth slowly, my thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip before I cup her cheek instead. I guide her down until our mouths meet in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of salt and need, and I swallow the tiny whimper she can’t quite hold back.
Zach’s still ranting about something—Honey, arguments, I don’t give a shit. My world has narrowed to this. To how it feels to be inside her but not moving, our breath is mingling.
We’re not fucking right now.
We’re just… connected intimately, and I’ve never been more aware of her, of us, than in this moment.
It’s only when I hear him growl and the slam of a door that I smile.
“Is he gone?” she husks out, already rolling her hips in tiny, greedy circles, picking up right where we left off.
“Yeah.”
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I find the rhythm again. Her hips move, and I match her pace, working her back up.
It doesn't take long. She was already teetering on the edge before the interruption. Now, she’s racing toward it.
“Come for me, Tiff,” I growl low against her throat. “Let me feel it.”
Her mouth falls open on a silent cry, her back arches, and her nails rake down my chest as she breaks apart in front of me.
The sight is too much for me, and I follow right behind her.
Stars explode behind my eyelids as I bury myself to the hilt and come in deep, pulsing waves that make my whole body lock up.
I groan her name into her neck, hips jerking once, twice, filling the condom with every shuddering spurt while her walls keep clenching around me, drawing out every last drop.
We’re both panting, wrecked, when the aftershocks finally ease. She collapses forward, forehead resting on my shoulder, chest heaving against mine. I cradle the back of her head with one hand, my fingers threading through damp hair, holding her close while my other arm wraps around her waist.
“I think we might need to consider living arrangements soon,” she says quietly.
I huff out a breathless laugh, and brush my lips across her temple. “I'm working on it.”
And shit, I'll work ten times faster if this is the incentive.
“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a slow kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, nuzzling my neck.
I close my eyes and hold her, so fucking thankful I snooped around my father's study at 16 and found out I was adopted. If I hadn’t, I might’ve stayed trapped in that cold, empty life forever.
I might never have met Tiff. I definitely would’ve never known what it feels like to be this completely, and stupidly happy.
I've barely got anything right now, but with Tiff curled against me, still trembling from the orgasm I gave her, and Ella sleeping down the hall… I’ve got everything that actually matters.