out, he tangled his hands in my hair, our mouths meeting in a clash of want and heat. It was artless and slippery and perfect, a shard of craziness piercing the weight of the moment.
We tumbled onto the bed. I lost myself in the surge of arousal, limbs twining around each other, his dick hard against my thigh. Muscles bunched and moved, hips shifted, and it would be so, so easy to take him inside.
Not yet. Not that way. Bareback implied a level of trust neither of us had earned. I twisted my hips away, moving out of temptation’s reach, wishing I had something to rub against because the craving for friction was becoming too much. “Wait,” I murmured. “Probably should have talked about this before the clothes came off.” Or before we slept together for the first time. “I’m clean. Always use protection, on birth control. That first night…I should have said something then.”
He stroked a hand over my body, pausing at the dip of my waist. “Same. And it’s not all on you. I didn’t say anything, and I should have, especially given what we were about to do.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Lie back. And no touching.”
On my back, Trevor braced above me, he kissed his way down my body, absorbing the jerks and shudders with a chuckle and redoubled effort. He teased my nipples with his tongue, learned the lines of Lady Justice with his fingers. Arousal thickened my blood and dampened my thighs. It was embarrassing. I’d been turned on before, the night we’d met, nerves holding me back. That wasn’t happening here. I was pretty sure I could come from the anticipation alone.
Then he blew a raspberry on my stomach.
I almost choked on the laugh, surprise batting away some of the tension. He took advantage and dove in, the broad flat of his tongue causing the laugh to die in a sob of need. “God. Do that again.”
He did.
He was smart. He took his time, trying long, firm licks, short flickers of his tongue, his teeth grazing my clit, one finger, two, twisting and curling, drawing back to trace my flooded folds with the tip of his tongue. I squirmed, hands scrabbling and clutching at the sheets. Too much. He was trying to learn it all now, so he could use it against me later. “Trevor. Stop .”
Another lick, and I whined. “You sure about that?” He slid a finger inside and stroked. “Maybe I want you to come all over my face.”
An image of him, face buried between my thighs, tension stringing me rigid, flashed in front of my eyes. “Do it,” I whispered hoarsely.
The tip of his finger flirted with my clit, twitching and tapping. I glanced up to see him studying me. “No.”
No? Bloody hell. No?
He wiped his chin with his hand and crawled up my body. My taste was thick on his lips and tongue. “No,” he repeated. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Pinned by the fierce need in his eyes, I couldn’t argue. He stretched across me and got a condom out of the drawer, sitting back on his heels to roll it on. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen in a long time, watching him stretch the latex over his dick. It meant he’d be inside me. In seconds.
Less than.
One burning thrust, splitting me open, and I arched off the bed, still unused to the invasion after having gone so long without. “Christ. Forgot how tight you were.” The tendons on his neck stood out, and I wanted to bite them. So I did. I reared up and closed my teeth around one.
“ McKenna .”
His hips drew back, plunged forward, the movements steady and even. I snuck a hand between us, needing to chase my orgasm, having been left teetering on the edge of it for so long. I was fit to burst, and I couldn’t stand the teasing any longer.
The first firm rub
We tumbled onto the bed. I lost myself in the surge of arousal, limbs twining around each other, his dick hard against my thigh. Muscles bunched and moved, hips shifted, and it would be so, so easy to take him inside.
Not yet. Not that way. Bareback implied a level of trust neither of us had earned. I twisted my hips away, moving out of temptation’s reach, wishing I had something to rub against because the craving for friction was becoming too much. “Wait,” I murmured. “Probably should have talked about this before the clothes came off.” Or before we slept together for the first time. “I’m clean. Always use protection, on birth control. That first night…I should have said something then.”
He stroked a hand over my body, pausing at the dip of my waist. “Same. And it’s not all on you. I didn’t say anything, and I should have, especially given what we were about to do.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Lie back. And no touching.”
On my back, Trevor braced above me, he kissed his way down my body, absorbing the jerks and shudders with a chuckle and redoubled effort. He teased my nipples with his tongue, learned the lines of Lady Justice with his fingers. Arousal thickened my blood and dampened my thighs. It was embarrassing. I’d been turned on before, the night we’d met, nerves holding me back. That wasn’t happening here. I was pretty sure I could come from the anticipation alone.
Then he blew a raspberry on my stomach.
I almost choked on the laugh, surprise batting away some of the tension. He took advantage and dove in, the broad flat of his tongue causing the laugh to die in a sob of need. “God. Do that again.”
He did.
He was smart. He took his time, trying long, firm licks, short flickers of his tongue, his teeth grazing my clit, one finger, two, twisting and curling, drawing back to trace my flooded folds with the tip of his tongue. I squirmed, hands scrabbling and clutching at the sheets. Too much. He was trying to learn it all now, so he could use it against me later. “Trevor. Stop .”
Another lick, and I whined. “You sure about that?” He slid a finger inside and stroked. “Maybe I want you to come all over my face.”
An image of him, face buried between my thighs, tension stringing me rigid, flashed in front of my eyes. “Do it,” I whispered hoarsely.
The tip of his finger flirted with my clit, twitching and tapping. I glanced up to see him studying me. “No.”
No? Bloody hell. No?
He wiped his chin with his hand and crawled up my body. My taste was thick on his lips and tongue. “No,” he repeated. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Pinned by the fierce need in his eyes, I couldn’t argue. He stretched across me and got a condom out of the drawer, sitting back on his heels to roll it on. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen in a long time, watching him stretch the latex over his dick. It meant he’d be inside me. In seconds.
Less than.
One burning thrust, splitting me open, and I arched off the bed, still unused to the invasion after having gone so long without. “Christ. Forgot how tight you were.” The tendons on his neck stood out, and I wanted to bite them. So I did. I reared up and closed my teeth around one.
“ McKenna .”
His hips drew back, plunged forward, the movements steady and even. I snuck a hand between us, needing to chase my orgasm, having been left teetering on the edge of it for so long. I was fit to burst, and I couldn’t stand the teasing any longer.
The first firm rub
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