Page 111 of Midnight Curfew

Biting, sucking, and nibbling his lips, I have no intention of stopping. I let him take what he wanted when I was in high school, but I’m a man now, and I want my turn.

Moving up his body, I pull out my dick and slide it into his mouth. He pulls me, welcoming it, the wet heat enveloping me.

I close my eyes. “Oh, fuck.”

A shiver creeps up the insides of my thighs, pooling in my groin as warmth spreads under my skin. Thrusting my hips, I fuck his mouth, gripping his hair and keeping his head where it belongs.

He sucks, eating and licking and groaning with so much enthusiasm, I almost think he missed me. With his hands all over, sliding around my waist and squeezing my ass, he doesn’t restrain me. He doesn’t wrap his fist around me to control how deep I go. He lets me sink down his throat, and I look down, meeting his eyes. I pump slower, watching myself slide in and out.

I hold back my shudder, my orgasm cresting.

No.

Fuck, not yet.

Pulling out of his mouth, I slide back down his body and press him to the bed, falling into his lips in a hard kiss before trailing bites down his neck.

How does everything feel just as good?

I slide my hand down his pants, his cock hard and hot in my fist. “You’re not good enough for me.” I suck a nipple into my mouth, dragging it out between my teeth.

He jerks, grunting at the pain that he knows feels kind of good.

Lifting my hand again, I spit into my palm and dive back down, pumping him. “I wouldn’t ever be able to take you anywhere,” I bite out. “Your fucking clothes and your dirty nails and your lousy manners.”

He unzips his pants, and I take him out, letting him grow without restraint. He takes over stroking, and I kiss his mouth, bite his neck, suck his chest…

I sink my teeth into his ribs. “I hate you.”

Pulling me up, he tries to kiss me, but I keep my head just out of reach.

“But you like my cock,” he whispers.

Then he snatches my lip between his teeth, the needs to fuck him and kill him firing through my veins in equal measure. “Damn,” I groan and then kiss him hard.

He growls under his breath, grabbing my ass again and squeezing hard. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

With his hand still squeezing my ass, I barely notice he’s stopped stroking himself and is pushing my pants down.

Every muscle suddenly tightens, and I stop as his tongue flicks my lips.

“Wait, wait…” I breathe fast, pushing myself up. “I’m not ready.”

I—

I swallow through my parched throat and blink. He slows, kissing my neck and collarbone softly. “How long has it been?”

Closing my mouth, I breathe through my nose, trying to tamp down my desire. Why don’t I just lie? Everything with him is a lie anyway. I knew we would fuck. He’d try to get me into bed because sex is his weapon, but I honestly didn’t think about this part.

When I don’t reply, he looks up at me. His eyebrows dig in, realization crossing his face.

“You want to…?” His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. “I can…”

“No.” I blink.

I don’t want to be on top. I like him inside me.

I whisper, “Just…go slowly, okay?”