Page 134 of Trust Me

Sinking his fingers into my hair, he forced my head back and slammed his mouth against mine. I stumbled and ran into the bed. Sitting down, I kept him in my lap as I dug my fingers into his legs. His knees settled on either side of me, and I held him in place firmly while I arched my hips upward. I cupped his ass, drawing a moan out of him. His fingers were tight on my chest, as if he needed to cling to something.

“This is everything I want,” he murmured.

Dropping my head back, I looked into his eyes. “Yeah?”

He nodded, then shifted backward. His fingers traced my abs as his teeth snagged the bottom of my t-shirt. He tugged it upward, and my breath caught from the feeling of his stubble against my skin. It was exhilarating, a sensation that made goosebumps rise on my arms.

“Let me take care of you,” he said without pausing his exploration. His tongue flicked my nipple, and my mouth dropped open. “Let me carry some of this burden. Okay?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Mm. Don’t ever stop saying that.” His fingers went to the button on my jeans, and he waited for me to look at him. “Can I touch you here?”’

Licking my lips, I nodded. He popped the button, then dragged the zipper down slowly. I watched his deft fingers, feeling mesmerized by every movement.

He leaned down and kissed my hip, then tugged the band of my briefs down further. I pursed my lips, smothering the moan I couldn’t hold back. My legs shook as his languid kisses reached lower. Lifting my hips a little, I pushed my jeans down, and he tugged them off of my legs. He tossed them behind him, sending them into the wall with a loud smack.

With his mouth on my inner thigh, he met my eyes. The green was intense right now, and it sent a thrill down my spine. I thought that doing this with another person would make me hesitant, but there was no part of me that felt uncertain about it.

Suddenly, I was glad that Sadie had been the only one. In fact, I would’ve preferred it if I had never touched her. This experience with Oli would be completely new for me regardless, and that would have to be enough.

My dick strained against my briefs, and with every kiss, I arched toward him.

“Touch me,” I pleaded.

“I will. I’m just . . . nervous.”

“We can slow down.”

I tried to sit up, but he put a hand on my chest. He shook his head, continuing to kiss my legs. Moving further back, he dragged his lips down my calves. He reached my ankle and circled his tongue around the bone while he pulled off my sock, then he kissed the top of my foot. It made a shiver travel down my arms as he made his way back up my leg. As if he was getting off on the torture, he did the same thing on my other leg, so slow that I thought my racing heart would kill me before we got any further.

Unable to stand it, I pressed my palm against my dick through my briefs. His eyes tracked the movement, and when I pushed my hand inside, he let out a little whine.

“Want me to touch myself?” I asked.

He nodded. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, he bit down on my inner thigh. I swore, jerking my leg, but after a second, the pressure had my dick throbbing in my grasp. He grabbed the top of my briefs and yanked them down so he could see what I was doing.

He stopped biting me, but he moved to a different spot and started to suck on my skin. I dropped my head to the mattress while I stroked myself, thrusting my hips upward. The old metal bedframe creaked, and I tried to move slower, but it was a damn struggle.

Oli’s fingers moved to the crease in my thighs, sending a little shock through me. They inched closer, then he cupped my balls in one of his hands. Slowly, he slid further until he grasped the base of my shaft. I was more sensitive to his touch than I expected, and a choked sound came from my throat.

As if that drove him on, he slid his hand to the tip, and I dropped mine to hold onto his leg.

“It’s freaking beautiful,” he said.

I breathed a laugh, which morphed into a moan when he kissed the head. It was so gentle, barely a feather’s touch. I held myself still, letting him go at his own pace, even though it felt like torture.

“Oli . . . baby . . . I think this is gonna kill me.”

“You’re very impatient.”

He wrapped his lips around my head, and I dug my fingers into his legs so hard, I was sure they’d leave marks. I watched him work his way down my shaft. He kept going until he hit the halfway mark. I wanted to thrust the rest of the way in, but I held myself back.

“Take your fucking pants off,” I demanded. “I don’t want to do this without you.”

Getting off of the bed, he stripped out of his shirt. I took in his lean muscles, perfectly toned from all of his time in the pool. Slowly, downright sensually, he pulled his pants down. I stared at the bulge in his briefs and leaned forward, nervous and excited to see all of him.

My heart raced as I trailed my fingers across his abdomen. He sucked in a breath when I kissed his navel. I stopped at his hip bone and looked up at him.