Page 85 of Love You Like This

I wrap my hands around her hips, adding my strength to the force of her grinding over me. My cock throbs against the metal of my zipper. She drops her hands from my hair and leans back. All the blood in my body races to my dick as she pulls the zipper of her hoodie down slowly. Inch by perfect inch of her beautiful chest is revealed. What I thought was a top underneath is nothing more than a flimsy bralette.

Her nipples strain against the fabric. I tear my eyes from them up to her face as I drag my thumb over one of the piqued tips. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan.

“I would have killed for that last night,” she whispers.

“Is that so?” I yank one side of the bralette down to expose a dusky pink nub begging to be sucked.

She nods and whimpers when I lean forward and draw the peak into my mouth. Her hips begin their rocking again. A slow, sexy grind that makes me want to tear off her clothes and sink inside her. Her little breathless moans make me absolutely feral for her.

“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough last night. I was so ready to run my toy over my clit and slip it inside me. When it wouldn’t turn on, I wanted to die.” She pulls my face away from her breasts. “Or at least kill you for turning me into such a needy mess.”

Her lips cover mine. My tongue dives into her mouth. Every little sound that leaves her makes me want to flip her over and strip her bare. My dick pulses with a need so profound I can barely think straight.

“So what did you do when the toy wouldn’t work?” I ask, breaking the kiss because I’m about two seconds from blowing and that won’t do.

“The only thing I could,” she says against my neck. Her teeth nip my earlobe before she continues. “I ran my hand down my body to between my legs. My pussy was still wet and needy from your mouth.”

“Fuck,” I groan. The mental image of her splayed out naked on the bed slams into my mind. The way her tits would move as she rode her own hand. All her gorgeous red hair spilling over the pillows. I could come just thinking about it. “Do you think you’re just as wet now?” My fingers slip inside her pants. I need to feel that slick heat for myself.

“Maybe more,” she breathes against the side of my mouth, peppering kisses along the stubble shading my jaw.

Just as I slide my fingers to the top of her slit, she grabs my wrist and halts my progress. “Not yet. I want to tell you more.”

A choked laugh comes from my throat. “I don’t know if I can handle it, but don’t let that stop you, sweetheart. Tell me all about how you eased that ache I left.”

“I circled my clit, over and over until my toes were cramping from the pleasure, but I couldn’t come.” The speed of her hips rocking over me increases.

My cock is horrifyingly close to erupting, but it feels too good to stop her. I can’t wait to peel these leggings down and slide inside her. She’s going to feel so good clamping around me as she comes.

“I needed more, something inside me.” Her voice is so breathy in my ear I could die right now. “So I slipped one finger in.” She’s dry humping me now like we used to do. “It wasn’t enough, so I added another.”

Holy fuck, why did we ever stop doing this? I’m going to make it part of daily life, fifteen minutes of dirty talk and dry humping every day.

“Was that enough?” I pull the straps of her bra over her shoulders and free both of her tits. They’re lifted higher than usual from the force of the bra pushed beneath them. I take one in my mouth and pinch the other nipple.

“No, two aren’t enough to fill the void your cock leaves. I had to use three.” She gasps as I bite down on the stiff peak. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet and needy for anyone in my life. All I wanted was your cock. I could practically feel you sliding in and out of me instead of my fingers.”

My dick surges, cum spilling from the tip as she rocks on top of me. I moan against her skin, lost in the mix of fantasy and reality. She stills over me and tilts my head back as I sit in a daze.

“Actually, I lied.” Her voice is back to its normal tone. “I took a cold shower and plotted how to get you back.” She shifts off my lap and stands, putting her breasts back into her top like it’s business as usual. I watch confused as fuck as she grabs her hoodie and slides it back over her shoulders, zipping it up nonchalantly and walking toward the door.

She turns and gives me a wicked smile looking pointedly down at the wet stain spreading across my crotch. “Who’s a mess now?”

I watch her leave in stunned silence. Once she’s out of ear shot, I cover my face and laugh. Well fucking played, Freckles.

Well.

Fucking.

Played.

“Xander,” Darren calls my name as I walk down the quiet hotel hallway. “I need to talk to you. Let me drop my bag off, and I’ll be down.”

“Sure thing.”

Instead of letting my room door close behind me, I use the bar lock to keep it propped open for him. It’s not two minutes before he’s pushing my door open and walking in. In his hand is a small box. He tosses it to me.

“For your cheek swab.”