Page 75 of Pick Me This Time

He pulled a condom out and tore it open with his teeth, but my eyes weren’t on that. I just kind of caught it in my periphery. My gaze, however, was stuck to that part of him I’d never seen before.

As I’d thought, he was very well endowed, his cock long and almost elegant as it hugged the contours of his body and curved just before it reached his belly button. When he groaned again, I glanced up into his eyes and blushed beet red when I realized I’d been caught staring.

To my surprise, Sterling didn’t smirk or even make some cliched, smart-ass comment about it. Instead, one of his hands came up to cradle my cheek while the other started working at covering himself in the condom.

“Look all you want, Daph. Do you see now why you didn’t have to be embarrassed earlier? I’m not. I like you looking at me, but I also think it’s natural to want to.”

I held his gaze for another beat, then slowly lowered my eyes away from his, feeling bold and brave enough after what he’d said to watch closely as he rolled the condom over his length. My mouth was practically watering by the time he was done, but then he pushed his tip against my entrance and I cried out when he thrust home.

He wasn’t gentle about it, but he didn’t hurt me. Taking a firm grip on my hips, his eyes burned into mine as he thrust into me again and again until my eyes were crossing and my entire world was reduced to sensation and pleasure.

It turned out that the counter really was the perfect height and his shaft rubbed against every part of my insides as he sank into me and pulled out again. I’d never felt anything like it, but it was setting me on fire.

Another orgasm crashed into me way too soon, but I kissed Sterling through it, my muscles encouraging him to follow me after. Instead, he got acrobatic about it, lifting me off the counter without sliding out of me and kneeling to lay me down on the floor.

My brain was still too foggy with the post-orgasmic bliss to compute how impossible that would’ve seemed to me, but then he was moving in and out of me again and the bliss sucked me in once more. I held on to him, feeling like this was the first time I was actually experiencing sex the way it was meant to be, and it was incredible.

When I felt him tensing above me, I opened my eyes, needing to see the moment that he went over the edge. It didn’t disappoint.

Sterling always had been a beautiful man, but with his dark eyebrows knitted together in concentration and his eyes screwed shut so tight, he was also the sexiest person I’d ever seen. I moaned. Feeling him swell inside me triggered a little aftershock orgasm of my own, and I just about mewled, my fingernails digging into his back before it finally subsided.

Out of breath, sated, and trembling, I went with him when he rolled over and pulled me into his arms. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Stay with me tonight at the farmhouse,” he murmured against my ear, his lips moving down to press a few more kisses to the column of my throat. “My dad won’t care. He probably won’t even know. He’ll be asleep by now and he’ll be long gone in the morning by the time we wake up.”

Everything in me longed to take him up on the offer. I wanted to sleep next to him more than anything in the world. To repeat the experience of waking up in his arms, but not be interrupted by my brother this time.

As soon as that thought hit, I remembered his suspicion about us, and immediately, I glanced up into Sterling’s eyes and gave my head a slow, reluctant shake. “I want to, but it might not be a good idea. Eric…”

I trailed off, but I didn’t need to say anything else. Sterling seemed to understand, nodding as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “As long as you know that I want you to, and that I’m not trying to get away from you after.”

I smiled, cuddling into him for just one more minute before I knew I’d have to head home. His heartbeat evened out under my ear as I rested my head against his chest, and I sighed. My fingers danced across the blocks of his abs as I lay there, trying to absorb this moment to the fullest extent possible.

Sterling’s fingertips traced the ridges of my spine, and he was holding me like this was more than just some casual fun before he headed back to New York. I was still really trying not to get my hopes up, but I just didn’t know how long I would be able to do that anymore.