The Dealmaker (Sex & Bonds 1)

She’s going to explode when I put myself inside her.

“Don’t move,” I say. “Condoms are—”

“In my suitcase. The zippered part.”

I find a sleeve of Trojans. Standing beside the bed, I tear one off and hand it to Nora, taking my dick in my hand. I don’t need to say a word. She sits up. Licks her lips. Leans in and licks me, carefully sucking my head into the heaven of her mouth. Every drop of blood in my body rushes to this place where her tongue glides over my tip. I grit my teeth.

“Aw, honey. You better knock it off, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

Her eyes flick to mine. That look—it’s sharp and soft all at once. It’s a challenge, an offering, a confession.

It’s a love letter to the feeling that rips through me as I take her chin in my hand and tilt it so that she’s looking up at me, my cock sliding out of her mouth. Her lips are wet with me, lush.

I lean down and capture that mouth with my own. The kiss is bruising, a tangle of lips and tongues, teeth and terror. We taste salty sweet. My balls are in agony.

She rolls the condom onto my length. Climbing over her, I hook my arm underneath one of her knees and hike her leg up to her chest.

“Put me inside you,” I say into her mouth. She reaches between us and grabs my dick. Circles my head over her clit—the pressure, it’s already insane—before notching me at her entrance. I can feel her heartbeat here. My dick begs to fuck but I manage to hold back, breaking the kiss so I can look her in the eye.

I want to witness the moment she comes apart in my arms.

Nora’s hands skate up my sides. She nudges a finger against my nipple and wiggles her pelvis a little, begging me to come inside.

I look at her. Try to memorize her expression, the way her brows are scrunched up but her eyes are wide open.

I still can’t believe she’s the one begging for me.

“Look at me,” I repeat, and then I press inside her. There’s a little resistance at first as the broad crown of my head moves past her entrance. Her breath catches. Her tits rise. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, hoping it eases my way inside her. It does. I go smoothly the rest of the way, burying myself to the hilt in a long, agonizingly slow glide.

Heaven. I can’t—she can’t—

Fuck.

My eyes are on hers again and I begin to thrust. The need for release coils tighter and tighter in my body, making the muscles in my ass and thighs seize as I move. Her hips rise to meet me at the crest of every thrust. I press her knee all the way to her chest, allowing me to go a little deeper. A little harder.

Her hands are on my chest, my ass. My arms and the small of my back too. Like she’s the one memorizing me. Like she knows I crave her touch and the feel of her skin against mine.

She does know. She knows me. And she’s still here.

My orgasm is twelve seconds from slamming into me. I feel it coming, but she has to come first. Come at the same time I do, at the very least. So I prop my weight on one elbow to free my other hand, which I slip between us. I feel the lips of her pussy spread wide around me and can’t resist looking at our joined bodies. The sight is lewd.

It’s fucking awesome.

I roll the pad of my thumb over her clit and look her in the eye. My heart twists when I see hers have gone watery. She’s biting her lip. She’s breathing hard. She’s trying not to look away.

It’d be so much easier to look away. The intensity is almost excruciating, I know. But she curls her fingernails into my sides and keeps looking, holding on for dear life as her pussy begins to flutter around my length.

“Teddy,” she pants, helpless.

“I like”—I thrust hard, making her tits bounce—“when you”—another punishing thrust—“call me that.”

I press my thumb to her clit, then circle it faster and faster. Go. Come apart.

And she does.

She fucking loses it, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise at the same moment she calls out my name—the one only my family uses. My heart goes soft. Her pussy squeezes me, urging me to my own completion, and I fuck her until my legs go out and so do the lights inside my head.

The orgasm rips through me. I empty myself into the condom in hard, hot pulses. I think wildly how I want to empty myself into her. Nothing between us. None of this bullshit about being careful.