21. TWENTY ONE
TWENTY ONE
CORY
He didn’t mean to kick in my bedroom door, at least I don’t think he did, but the door swung back into the wall with enough force that I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a knob sized hole in the wall.
I squirmed in his hold until he slid me down off his shoulder, but he still didn’t set me on the ground. Instead he held the backs of my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, as he crushed his lips to mine, our mouths moving together hard and fast. The way he kissed me was unrestrained and utterly possessive, as if he needed to mark me as his. My hips moved on their own, grinding against the hard length of him through his jeans.
His moan came out like a growl. “So impatient.”
He tossed me on the bed and stared down at me for a moment, his gaze setting my skin ablaze as his eyes traveled over my body. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and discarded it on the floor.
Holy fucking fuck .
I remembered Garrett being jacked, had just felt his abs out in the driveway, but somehow the visual still managed to short circuit something in my brain. His stomach was a series of sculpted ridges that led to that V muscle that had women’s mouths watering and dropping their panties. It was a stomach you wanted to spray whipped cream on and then lick off.
I was trying to remember if there was whipped cream in the fridge to make that fantasy a reality when his hands circled my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He moved to my shorts, working the button and zipper until he was sliding them down my legs, my underwear following suit.
His eyes met mine briefly before sliding down to my pussy. “Fuck, look at you.”
And then he sank to his knees.
The sight of Garrett shirtless, in Wrangler jeans, kneeling between my legs, had me on the verge of combustion.
He placed slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of my thigh as he worked his way to where I was already aching and wet for him. Watching his movements was so much hotter than any of the made-up scenarios I’d fantasized about since our first time. My brain was sparking, my heart pounding as my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
Right when I thought he was about to give me what I craved, he moved to my other leg, giving it the same treatment but working down toward my knee.
A frustrated groan left my lips. “Garrett, please. ”
He chuckled deeply, then swept the rough pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit, and bit the inside of my leg. My back arched off the bed, breath catching in my throat.
Holy shit.
I needed more. So much more. His thumb moved back and forth slowly a few more times, working me into a desperate frenzy.
When his mouth was only a breath away from my core, he locked eyes with me, a smirk playing on his lips for a second before he descended the rest of the way and began devouring me, his tongue stroking me with the perfect amount of pressure.
He growled, the sound reverberating against my core. “God, I missed this. Missed your pussy.” He ran his tongue through my slit again. “The way you taste. I’ve dreamed about it every single time I fucked my hand. You’re all I could ever think about.”
I cried out, my eyes slamming shut as if that would hold the overwhelming sensations rocking my body under control. But I wasn’t in control of my body, Garrett was. And with every lick, every swirl of his tongue over the bundle of nerves at my center, he made that point abundantly clear.
“You make such pretty sounds,” he muttered as he slid a finger into my pussy slowly and then added another, the breath leaving my lungs in a rush. “I want more.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, shooting him a sultry expression. “Then you better make me.”
There was no warning before his tongue was back on me, his fingers plunging in and out of my heat at a punishing pace. I almost regretted challenging him, the sensations pulsing through my body so overwhelming that if I closed my eyes, lights danced behind them. The man had me seeing actual stars.
My hand flew to his head, holding him against me as I rode his mouth and fingers, unable to keep still any longer. The tension in my core was so intense, and it just kept building. Every lick of his tongue, every drag of his fingers in and out of my pussy increased the sensations making my body hum. I couldn’t take it.
“Garrett, please. Please.” I didn’t even know what exactly I was begging for, but I needed more.
His fingers curled deep inside me, and he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking relentlessly until the tension in me snapped. My orgasm burst through me, my legs locking around his head, as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.
His tongue replaced his fingers at my entrance, slowly licking at me, drinking up everything my body gave him. He kissed his way up my stomach over my shirt, before pulling me into a sitting position and ripping it up over my head. He unclasped my bra in a swift motion, and then sat back on his heels appraising me, completely naked before him.
“You’re so beautiful.” The way his eyes ran over my skin, appreciation and something else in them I couldn’t quite name, had my skin heating.
“Garrett, I need you,” I moaned breathily.
He smiled, eyes locked on mine as he flicked his belt undone with one hand, and then slid his jeans and boxers down the thick columns of his legs. His cock sprung free, precum glistening at the silky smooth tip.
I slid off the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees, watching him watch me as I fisted his length and ran my tongue slowly from the base to his tip before sucking him into my mouth.
Swirling my tongue over the smooth crown of his cock, I pumped my fist up and down the hard length of him, the taste of him on my tongue igniting something inside me. I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks and gliding my tongue along the underside of his dick.
The low groan that escaped him had my core tightening in response.
“Fucking hell, Cory. Do that again.”
I repeated the motion, and then I began to move. Slowly at first, taking as much of him as I could, and then I quickened my pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I took his length down my throat, wanting him as deep as I could physically take him.
All my memories of him, all the fantasies I’d had about his perfect cock, didn’t compare to the real thing. My pussy clenched down on itself, eager to take every inch of him.
He hissed out a curse and gathered my hair in his hand. I thought he was going to guide my head, but he pulled me off him.
“As much as I love watching you suck my dick, I don’t want to come right now, and I’m going to if you keep at it.”
I stood and he lowered me back to the mattress, climbing over my body, his cock nudging at my entrance. I pulled his face to mine and lost myself in kissing him. Our lips slid frantically against each other, my hands raking through his hair trying to get him impossibly closer.
I needed him. Not just in the way my body was craving his, but in the way that his soul breathed life into mine. Relationships weren’t something I was well-versed on, but I wanted him to teach me. I didn’t want my dreams to start and end with my shop anymore. I wanted someone to share them with.
I broke away from him. “Wait.”
He stilled completely, concern washing over his face. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just . . .” I trailed off and he waited patiently for me to continue. “I don’t want this to be like last time. I don’t want to have sex and run. I want to stay.”
He smiled down at me, his hand coming up to cup the side of my face. “It’s about time you caught up.” He glanced down to where our bodies were just a breath away from connecting, before returning his gaze to mine, an eyebrow quirked up in question.
I nodded. “I have an IUD. I need to feel you.”
Then he was kissing me again, his tongue dancing with mine. He swallowed my gasp as he slowly pushed himself inside of me, stretching and filling me so completely I didn’t see how I could take any more of him. When he was fully seated to the hilt, he looked at me.
“This time I want to hear you scream my name.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond.
He pulled out and then thrust back into me hard. I clawed at his back trying to ground myself, as every stroke sent mind-numbing pleasure coursing through my body. My hips moved with his, angling to take him as deep as possible, but I needed more.
As if he could read my mind, he picked up the pace. His dick sliding in and out of my pussy harder and faster.
He brought his mouth down to my breast and pulled lightly at my piercing with his teeth. Pain turned quickly to ecstasy as he swirled his tongue over the tight peak.
Holy.
Shit.
My moans turned to desperate cries as he pounded into me over and over, pressure coiling inside my core.
“More,” I panted.
He slipped a hand between our bodies, fingers finding my clit, and I exploded, this second orgasm somehow even more intense than the first.
“Oh my god, Garrett!” I cried, my pussy tightening around his cock, as he continued to pump into me, drawing my orgasm out.
“Such a good girl.” He claimed my mouth and I bit at his full bottom lip, grinding down against his every thrust, both overly sensitive but craving more of him.
His breathing came in ragged pants, and I could tell he was getting close by the way his rhythm faltered. “Tell me where to come, Cory.”
I grabbed his face in my hands. “In me. Come in me.”
In that moment, I didn’t care if my birth control decided to be the one percent ineffective. I wanted him to fill me completely, in every sense of the word.
“Fuck.” He slammed into me a few more times, then crushed his lips to mine as he came in a rush of heat.
Still buried deep inside me, he fell to his elbows and rested his forehead against mine. Our labored breathing was the only noise while we both tried to slow our frantic heartbeats.
I felt boneless, like if I was asked to stand I would immediately crumple to the floor. But I also felt more at peace than I had in a long time. Lighter. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my heart, giving it a chance to fly free.
His thumb brushed at my swollen lower lip.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose, and then rolled off me, pulling me with him so that my upper half was on his chest.
“So, will you let me stay?” I asked once I was confident my voice wouldn’t betray the vulnerability I felt.
He laughed. “It is your house. I couldn’t ask you to leave even if I wanted to.”
The joke was exactly what I needed, and he knew it.
“Okay good.” I pressed my lips together in attempts to smother a grin.
“But, Cory?”
“Yeah?”
He grabbed my chin in one of his hands and stared at me, a serious expression on his face. “If you’re mine, you’re mine. You’re not running now, and you don’t get to run later. If we’re doing this, you have to let me in. ”
My heart began racing again, but for a whole different reason. I could tell by his expression that he thought his statement would scare me, and on some level it did, but I was more afraid of not giving this a chance than of anything else.
“I think I just made it very clear I have no problem letting you in,” I teased.
His hand landed on my ass with a loud slap, and I squealed.
“I mean it,” he growled, a smile lighting his face.
“I do too. Tell me I’m yours again. The possessive thing is really hot.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his waist, his cock already thickening beneath me. This man.
“You’re. Mine.”
Then we were losing ourselves in each other, my sheets long since kicked off the bed so that when we did finally collapse back against the mattress to sleep, we had to remake the whole thing. But sleeping in his arms, thoroughly spent both physically and emotionally, was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.