Chapter 23 #2
Maybe she’ll suffocate under the weight of all those fucking expectations, and I’m the only person standing there next to her, urging her to leap for her life.
I’m the difference between living her life for someone else and living her life the way she wants to.
“Touch me, Theo,” she gasps between kisses.
“Where?”
She straightens, rips her dress off, getting her hands tangled in the process and giving me the most fabulous view of her bouncing, rosy-tipped breasts.
I want to hold them. Suck on them. Bite them. Worship them. And it takes every ounce of control I don’t have to keep my hands on her hips instead of all over her chest.
“Help?” she whimpers.
Fuck it.
I lean up, sliding my hands up her smooth, silky sides, and bury my face between her breasts while I blindly fumble with her dress until it’s gone.
“Oh, more, please, more ,” she gasps, gripping my head and holding it nestled between her plump, gorgeous breasts while I taste her.
“More what, Laney?”
“Lick me. Touch me. Strip me. Do everything to me.” She shimmies in my lap, and I realize she’s trying to pull her panties off.
“Lick you where?”
“My b-breasts. And my n-nipples.”
“I like your big words.”
She gasps out a laugh a moment before I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and then there’s no more laughing.
Only panting. Gasping. Jerking her hips against my hard-on through her panties and my pants. Holding my head to her breast.
I pinch her other nipple, even though she didn’t ask, because I can’t help myself.
I love hearing her lose control. I love making her lose control.
Feeling all of the good things her body can do for her.
“How—didn’t—haven’t— more ,” she pants.
“More what, Laney?”
“More hands. You need more hands. Oh god, that’s so good .”
More hands.
Always figured if I ever got naked with Laney, it would be solid hate fucking.
Instead, I’m smiling against her nipple.
I flick it with my tongue, and the unearthly sound of pure pleasure that comes out of her mouth makes my balls ache.
I want inside this woman.
I want—I just want .
She reaches between us, her hands dipping under the waistband of my pants. “I want to touch your penis,” she says. “I want to hold your penis and be totally naked with you.”
“Tell me you want to stroke my dick.”
She shudders, and I don’t know if it’s the thrill of saying something so dirty , or if it’s terror at the idea of those words on her tongue.
“I want to stroke your dick and then I want you to fuck my pussy until I can’t walk,” she says.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Hell.
“I want to come all over your big, thick, hot cock,” she pants. “I want to come so hard I cut off all circulation to your—your—your meat stick.”
I have zero idea what kind of noise is coming out of me. Or that it could be possible to be so fucking turned on that my nuts feel like they’re inside out while wanting to laugh at the same time.
“ Meat stick . Oh my god. I said meat stick . And that’s not sexy. It’s— mmph !”
Yeah. Totally silencing her with a kiss.
A long, deep, wet, thorough kiss that has me at the edge of blowing my load in my pants— again —while she melts back into my arms.
I squeeze her breasts, then trail my hands down her sides, rolling us when I reach the waistband of her pretty pink panties so that I can pull them off her.
By the time I’ve rolled on top of her, I have my pants yanked down too.
But not before snagging the condom from my back pocket.
“Theo,” she pants. “I want—I want it all.”
“Welcome to living, Laney.” I push up to my knees to roll the condom on and look down at her while I make quick work of suiting up.
Her pussy is so perfect.
It’s Laney. Of course it is.
But I like it. The slick wet pink skin hiding beneath her light brown curls. The scent of her. The way she’s clearly squirming under my gaze but still parting her thighs to let me see more.
“Can I be on top?” she whispers.
“ Roll over, Theo, I’m in charge ,” I whisper back with a smile.
The smile that blossoms on her lips in return is everything. “Roll over, you big lug. I’m the boss of this bed.”
“Make me.”
Determination lights those dark, dark eyes ringed in blue, and then she has her legs hooked around my hips, and she’s twisting, all power and sex goddess, until she’s straddling me on the bed again.
But her bare pussy hovers over my straining cock.
This close.
So close .
And I still don’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to be inside of her until she grips me and guides herself right over me, then sinks down.
Fuck.
Fuck .
She’s hot. Slick. Tight.
And I have to clench my teeth to keep from coming from the simple act of this woman taking me deep inside her.
“Good?” she whispers.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” I whisper back.
“You’re so big.” She cringes even as she lifts herself and lowers back onto my dick. “Sorry. That sounded?—”
“Perfect,” I thrust my hips up to meet her and am rewarded with the sight of one of her eyes sliding shut while the other crosses. “You own me tonight, Laney. Do whatever feels good.”
“You feel good. God , you feel so good.”
Her breasts bounce as she picks up her pace, and fuck me .
I have no stamina when it comes to this woman.
I’ve wanted her too long. Denied wanting her too long.
Still don’t believe it’ll last.
But she wants me . And I can’t resist being wanted by her.
I’m thrusting up to meet her while she rides me, her breath coming faster and faster, desperate to make this so good for her that she’ll want me again.
And again.
And again.
Even knowing it’ll end. That we’re more alike than either of us ever could’ve expected, but I’m still not the kind of guy Delaney Kingston wants or needs for all time.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her while I tease her nipples.
She’s braced herself against my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin while she bounces faster and faster, her breath coming in short pants that match mine, her eyes unfocused, the hottest noises coming from her lips.
“Oh, god, Theo, so good,” she pants. “So—so— so ?—”
I can’t.
I absolutely, positively cannot hold back a minute longer.
Not with my name on her lips and her pussy clenching my dick and those gorgeous breasts bouncing in my hands.
I’ve had this dream.
I’ve had this wet dream.
“ Theo ,” she gasps, and I am done .
Spilling my load. Coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life. My gut cramps. My balls ache.
And that’s before she moans like she’s trying to be quiet while her pussy clenches tight and hard around my cock.
“Let it out, Laney.” I can hardly talk. “Don’t hold back.”
“ So good ,” she cries. “ Can’t stop .”
“Don’t stop.”
Fuck. I can’t stop either. And every time her sweet pussy clenches and spasms around me, I think I’ll die.
Sensations.
Joy.
Relief.
Terror.
I’m coming so hard, I can’t feel my toes.
And I don’t care.
This? Being buried deep inside Laney, the tendons in her slender neck straining as she presses her pussy down on my hips while she rides out the waves of her own orgasm, and knowing that I did this , that she wanted me ?
Take my toes.
Take my fingers.
Take all of me but my heart and my dick and whatever parts she wants.
I don’t need it anymore.
All I need is whatever she wants.
She collapses on top of me with a soft moan, her breath tickling my neck as the last of my own climax finally fades on a string of small spasms.
I can’t catch my breath.
Don’t care.
Just care that I’m wrapping my arms around her while she gasps for breath too.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Not the safe word,” I murmur back.
She giggles.
Sucks in another big breath and giggles again.
It makes her pussy tighten around my overly sensitive cock, and for a second, I swear to god it’s gonna kill me.
Forget worrying about tomorrow. I won’t last that long. I’m gonna die right here, right now, by her pussy squeezing my dick.
I should ask her to take care of my kittens when I’m gone.
“Do you do shower sex?” she asks.
“I’m a fucking god in the shower.”
That was seventy percent my dick thinking he can be a superhero and thirty percent the rest of me.
Because the rest of me is pretty sure I’ll never move again.
My arms are already sliding off of Laney’s back.
They’re noodles. Limp spaghetti noodles.
Probably should’ve had one of those tacos.
But it doesn’t matter because Laney’s giggling again.
She sounds so young. So carefree. So fucking perfect .
But the good kind of perfect.
The happy kind of perfect.
“Can we try that tomorrow?” she whispers.
Tomorrow.
Her parents get here tomorrow.
Will she still want me tomorrow?
“We can do anything you want tomorrow, princess. Anything at all.”