“Shut up.” My face heats up at the memory of our making-out session in the parking lot of the zoo.
“Are you telling me it wasn’t fun?”
How can I lie? It was amazing, and the way he’s looking at me sets my blood on fire. “It was.”
“We’re behind on your training,” he says, taking a sip from his coffee, dark eyes wicked. “Need to catch up.”
“So now you’re training me for yourself?” I step close to him, put my mug down on the table.
“Damn right.” He takes another sip, places his mug next to mine and reaches for me. “Who else?”
That’s right. I laugh when he pulls me to his lap. “So I’m not good enough yet?”
“You’re the best there is,” he says, his voice going husky and deep. “The sexiest, most beautiful girl in the world.”
“But you think I need training,” I tease, straddling his lap, lacing my arms around his neck. “More training.”
“One can always improve,” he says, “and practice makes perfect. You know, you could train me, too.”
“I’ll do that,” I whisper, bending over him, kissing his soft lips, his scruff scratching my chin. “Teach you a thing or two.”
“Oh yeah, baby.” He groans, his cock hard and thick, pressing between my legs. “Teach me what you like.”
Oh God, I like everything I do with Seth, everything he does to me. I love it when he touches me, I love putting my hands and my mouth on him. He’s like chocolate and Nutella. The boy’s addictive.
Like now, when I worm my hand between us and into his sweats, finding his hot, hard flesh, when he moans and whispers my name. His hard-on is velvet wrapped around steel. I slide my hand up and down, feeling it swell, pulling it out of his sweats, rubbing my thumb over the head, smearing the clear liquid there, the way he likes it.
“Shit. Yes.” He rocks into my hand, bracing one hand on my shoulder. “Fuck, if you keep doing this, I’m gonna come all over you. Dirty that pretty top you’re wearing.” He manages to smirk as he pants for breath. “I think you’d better undress.”
“To save my top?” I snicker.
“No.” He tugs on the hem. “’Cuz I wanna come all over your tits. Unless I can come inside you. If you can reach the condom on the shelf.”
“You stashed condoms on the kitchen shelf?”
“For emergencies. Like this one.”
Can’t argue with that. I need him with an intensity that frightens me—and his hand slipping under my top, finding my breast and tugging on my nipple isn’t helping things.
God, it feels so good. He lifts his face toward me and our lips meet again, his taste heady and dark, his tongue stroking mine until I think I’ll die from wanting him. His naked cock rubs over the thin cotton of my panties, over my sensitive clit, and my body’s on overload.
Can’t… Can’t take more. I try to break away, find the condom, but he twists my nipple, a light, small twist, and my core clenches so hard I come with a tiny wail.
Oh shit. God. This never used to happen to me. I don’t just come from a guy’s hand on my nipple and his cock rubbing over my panties.
But I am. With Seth I am. Sometimes I think a look from him can do it.
“Condom,” he whispers, his voice strained. “Or I’ll come all over you.”
The thought of him losing control because of me, like I just did because of him, is so exciting I moan. My fingers scramble blindly on the shelf overhead, until they encounter the crinkly foil. Grabbing it, I tear it open and reach down to put it on him.
He hisses as I tug it down, over his impressive erection.
Then he urges me to lift up, yanks my panties to the side, and sinks inside me.
Oh wow, holy shit. Every time I
fight the intrusion, the thickness of him, not sure he’ll fit inside me—then he slips in, slides deep, even deeper, and the pleasure hits.