Page 90 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

“It hasn’t been easy. Kira’s going through all these things, and this is the first time I haven’t had someone to talk to about it. Tash always knew what to do.”

Her nod was thoughtful, and the look on her face was so fucking adorable, I dug my fingers into her ribs and watched her burst into laughter. “She would’ve known what to do about Kira’s mouthy little literature teacher, too.”

“Stop, Theo! Please!”

She thrashed around on my lap, and the way she moved made me thicken beneath her. Her shirt slipped, riding up and exposing the soft triangle between her thighs.

“Why would I stop? I’m getting a great view.”

Her feet kicked out along the couch as her laugh filled the softly lit apartment. She turned her body to one side, trapping my hand between her ribs and my thigh. It meant her perfect, peachy ass was in the air, rippling and bouncing as she moved.

I stopped tickling and smoothed my free hand along her until I reached the soft, wet warmth between her legs.

She went still as I rolled a finger along her slit. “Does it hurt?”

She lifted her hips and widened her thighs, letting me in. “A little, but you could make it better.”

Mia turned until her ass was draped across my thighs.

I grunted. “Not now. You need to rest.”

She made a frustrated noise as I moved from her pussy to her ass, gripping the soft curve roughly, hard enough to leave my fingers imprinted on her skin.

Shifting back, she wriggled as if she was trying to get me to touch her again. It made me so fucking hard to watch her writhe on my lap like this, like a dirty, naughty girl who wanted me to make her come.

Something moved against my groin, and I tore my eyes away to find her fingers unfastening my trousers.

“Mia. What do you think you’re doing?”

She peeled the fabric back and ran her touch over my ridges before pushing onto her knees. Before I could get an answer from her, she bent and ran her tongue along the length of me.

I groaned, gripping her bare ass harder.

She let out a needy little pant. “I don’t need rest. What I need is your cock in my mouth.”

Her lips were warm as they closed around my tip, and my hips jerked into her hot, wet mouth.

Fuck. I hadn’t felt anything like this in years. The firm stroke of her tongue was enough to make me lose my mind.

She wrapped her hand around my base, rolling her lips back before drawing me in, and holy fucking shit.

My hands moved on their own–one crushing the cushion beneath me, the other grasping and kneading her ass until my fingers brushed her sore, soft skin. She squirmed into my touch, pressing herself against me until my fingers were drenched with her juices.

Did sucking my cock turn her on?

I dropped my head back and groaned. Her tongue laved the wide tip of me while her hand stroked my length–up and down, over and over again. It drove me fucking insane.

I slid my touch along her slick, swollen center. I knew I was rougher than I should’ve been, but I couldn’t stop. As Mia licked, sucked, and stroked, I focused on her ripe little clit, pushing and teasing until she whimpered.

When she came, her body spasmed, her spine curved, and her mouth sucked me in deeper as she squealed around my shaft. I groaned and thrust into her, already feeling a tension so strong, I couldn’t think anymore.

I twined Mia’s hair around my fingers, tugging at the strands as I thrust into her mouth. Two more strokes, and I was there–pleasure ripping through me, my body tensing, trembling, as I spilled into her.

She pulled away, but I gripped her jaw and brought her back. “Show me.”

She opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue, and there it was. Proof of what she’d done, right there in her filthy, beautiful mouth. The satisfaction I felt was savage.

I let her go, and she swallowed, laying her head on my thigh, looking up at me with dark, pupil-blown eyes and full, swollen lips.