Kiss Me Not (Kiss Me 1)

We’d be having sex.

A kitchen counter wasn’t the first place I thought we’d do it, but I was totally okay with this.

Preston kissed along my jaw, dragging his lips across my skin. He used his hands to part my legs further. My clit ached, and I pushed my hips further into him until I was literally balanced on the edge of the counter.

He kissed up my neck, flicking his tongue against my pulse point and making me shiver. “Really? Here?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “You wanna move?”

He swallowed, pulling back and looking me in the eyes. “Honestly, Halley, if I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to explode.”

I dropped a hand and moved my panties to the side.

He glanced down and groaned, then took a step back. I ran my gaze over his lean, muscular body, over the dips and rivets of his stomach down to where he was undoing his jeans.

He popped the button, then slid both his pants and his boxers down to his feet. He shuffled forward and bent down, flipping up my dress so that I was exposed to him.

Then he buried his face between my legs.

I cried out. The sensation of his tongue moving over me, exploring every inch, teasing me, was so damn good. I never wanted him to stop as he licked and sucked me, bringing me to the absolute brink of orgasm.

I gripped his shoulders, and he pressed harder, right on my clit. The orgasm hit instantly, wracking my entire body with shudders and clenched muscles. It was a sudden release, one that had all of me on overdrive.

Preston wiped his mouth as he straightened, and a small smirk played on his lips. He grabbed his cock, then hesitated, his gaze seeking mine.

My breathing was thick and fast, and I nodded. Only once. It was all he needed to know that I trusted him, because he took my mouth with his one more time in a kiss that was fast and ferocious.

It was all passion and heart and tasted like desperation.

He reached between us and took his cock in his hand, moving closer to me. Anticipation tightened in my stomach, and as he pushed slowly into me, my nails dug into his skin.

It felt so good. My muscles clenched around him, but he kept moving until he was fully inside me. Sweat beaded on my back, and I moaned as he captured my mouth with his own.

We kissed like that, just for a moment, as my body got used to him being inside me. He moved after a moment, easing out and back in. Seconds passed as our bodies responded to the other, coming together until we found an easy rhythm that had my nails in Preston’s shoulders and his fingers digging hard into my hips.

He thrust into me, picking up his speed with each stroke of his cock. I trembled everywhere, yet I couldn’t relinquish my grip on him. I needed to keep hold of him to ground me as he moved, drawing my pleasure closer to the surface with each jerk of his hips.

Over and over he did it, pushing me further to the brink and dragging himself there, too.

Until it was too much.

And I couldn’t hold on any longer.

My whole body tightened, going rigid. I cried out, right as Preston groaned, burying himself deep inside me. His breath was hot as he dropped his head to my shoulder, his exhale dancing over my collarbone.

I sagged, finally relaxed, and dropped my hand behind me to hold me up.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed, loosening his hold on me.

I laughed, exhausted. “That about sums that up.”

“Shit.” He pushed himself up. He met my eyes with shining ones, and the smile that crossed his face flashed for only a second before he kissed me again.

Stepping back, he pulled out of me and reached for one of the clean towels on the side of my coffee table. I motioned with a tired finger for one, too, and he tossed one my way.

“Well, that was fun.” He grinned, cleaning himself off.

I hopped off the counter and stuffed the towel between my legs. “Yeah,” I sighed. “But now I have to disinfect the counter.”

“Doesn’t being an adult suck?”

I glanced back at the counter, then at him. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked except for the towel grasped around his dick and the pants around his ankles.

I smiled. “Eh. It was worth it.”

EPILOGUE – HALLEY

Dick Pics For Everyone

Two Months Later

“Look at it!” Reagan shoved her phone in my direction. “Look!”

“I don’t—” I dodged her enthusiastic shoving. “—want to!”

“I’ll look,” Ava said, leaning over. She grabbed the phone and tilted it in her direction. “Not bad. Good size. Length and girth. Probably a good handful.”

Oh, my God.

“You’re in a library!” I hissed. “You can’t go flaunting unwanted dick pics everywhere!”