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They had history. Feelings. Years together.
“Like this?” she asked, dragging her nails over it and moaning. “Or harder?”
His jaw flexed, and he gripped her thighs roughly. “Harder.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, watching the effect of her words on him. “Do you like to be called sir?”
His nostrils flared, and he skimmed his fingers over her stomach, up her ribs, and under her breasts. The gentle touch was at war with the intensity of his expression and his tense jaw. He still focused on her hand, watching her touch herself. “It’s a first for me, but I’ll allow it.”
She pulled on her nipple and closed both hands over her breasts, letting out a soft sigh. “Okay. Now what?”
His breathing quickened, and he rolled off the bed to his feet. Bending down, he opened the top drawer on her nightstand, pulled a condom out and tossed it next to her, before shutting it again. It didn’t surprise her that he knew where to find them. He’d taken some from her before for impromptu one-night stands. That’s the kind of friends they were. And now they were naked friends. Oh, God.
Walking back to the edge of the bed, he stood there, watching her, and grabbed his cock. He frowned. “I didn’t tell you to stop playing with yourself, did I, Lauren?”
Seeing him hold himself like that, like he’d been doing earlier…
It stole her breath away. But she could tell, just by looking at him, that he’d regained that control he held so freaking dear, and he held it close to his chest this time. “What do you want me to do now, sir?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, teasing her with those featherlight touches on his cock. “Maybe I’ll fuck you now? Or should I continue my teasing…?”
“Or I could have a turn,” she said quickly, licking her lips and staring at his impressive erection. Ever since she found him on the couch, stroking it, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about giving him that kind of pleasure with her mouth. Rolling to her knees, she crawled across the king-size bed and knelt at the edge. Hesitantly, since he hadn’t given her permission to do so, she ran her finger down his hard length, tracing that blue vein that had caught her eye earlier. “I still owe you that medal.”
He swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed. “You want that?”
“I do.” She nodded. “So badly.”
Burying his hands in her hair, he guided her closer. “You have two minutes. That’s all you—” He broke off on a strangled moan. “Fuck.”
She licked him from base to tip, not wasting a second of the time he allotted, before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking. She let out a soft moan.
He fisted her hair, his whole body held tightly. The muscles on his arms strained and flexed, and he pushed into her mouth a little more. She pressed her thighs together, needing him inside her so desperately it physically hurt.
“Lauren.” He swallowed hard. “Christ, your mouth is so small and hot. You feel so good. So tight.”
Hollowing out her cheeks, she took more of him in, sucking and licking and trying her best to drive him as crazy as he drove her. She cupped his balls and tugged, taking more of him in and increasing suction as she rode her mouth up and down his length.
Relaxing her throat, she took in his whole cock, and he let out a strangled moan. He pulled on her hair, tugging her back and forcing her to let go. The second he was out of her mouth, he shoved her back on the bed and kissed her as if he was dying and needed air, and the only way he would get it was through her.
And she felt the same exact way.
Locking her hands behind his neck, she kissed him back, moaning when he pressed his erection against her core. “Shit.” With harsh motions, he grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on. As soon as the protection was taken care of, he gripped her leg, hauled it up by his waist, and positioned himself between her thighs. “Hold on tight, cupcake.”
And he kissed her, seizing her mouth as he slid inside her with one long, sure stroke. He didn’t stop till he was all the way in, and when he was, he froze, his whole body tensing. It was almost as if he treasured the moment, letting it hit him, before he moved again. And once he moved…
He didn’t stop.
His hands roamed all over her body, touching every square inch of her, and he kissed her as if he was never planning to stop, never breaking contact as he moved inside of her, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. The whole time he made love to her, he drove her higher and higher over the crest, dragging her along whether she was ready to go or not.
But, God, she was.
When he curled his hand under her butt and lifted her higher, she gasped into his mouth. He hit a spot she only ever read about in books. Her scalp tingled, her fingers went numb, and blinding pleasure shot through her veins.
Pulling back, he groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. “Christ, Lauren. You’re so fucking tight, and wet, and you smell like heaven.” He slammed into her, hitting that spot again. “I need to hear you scream my name.”
He slid his hand between them, rubbing against her clit, and drove inside of her. She bit down on her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but he did it again, and whispered, “That pussy is so damn hot. So damn mine. Stop fighting it, and give me what I want.”