Page 72 of The Summer I Destroyed You

I climb on top and pin him down before I slide between his legs and begin to torture him with my mouth. It’s only when he’s perilously close to coming that I back off entirely, crawling over him, grinding against him until he begs for more.

I wrap my hand around his cock, pressing him to my entrance, preparing to tease him again, but he grabs my hips.

“I can’t stand it,” he says, thrusting into me, and we’ve barely begun before he’s flipped me on my back and taken charge.

If he was anyone else, I’d complain. But I like it with him. I like that he doesn’t let me get my way all the time, but he makes sure I get what I need.

The second orgasm hits me and he hisses between his teeth, pushing into me with his head thrown back.

And when he finally comes down to earth, when he falls to the side and pulls me to his chest, I allow myself to stay, briefly. There’s something so luxurious about being like this with him—bare and sweaty, the sheets destroyed. I wish it could last.

I wish I didn’t have to force myself to leave.

I tap his chest twice, a silent goodbye. One large arm wraps around my waist before I can go anywhere. “You aren’t attempting to just take off, are you?” he asks.

“I have no idea why guys always want to cuddle after.”

His hand tightens on my hip. “Just for the record, guys also don’t want to hear about other guys while they cuddle.”

I laugh as I reluctantly allow him to pull me to his side. I guess it’s tolerable. He’s warm and I’m exhausted, and I can feel myself relaxing. Too much.

“Should go,” I mumble against his skin.

His arm tightens. “Stay.”

So I do.

* * *

A noise cracks the air, and I sit upright in bed. The room is pitch black and I was sound asleep. Now, however, I’m wide awake and full of fury.

“What in the actual fuck?” I demand.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asks sleepily, blinking up at me in the near-darkness.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear the noise again. Cock-a-doodle-doo.

“Who lives in a city and owns a rooster?” I snarl. “And why’s it up in the middle of the night?”

Liam laughs. “That’s Frank. He belongs to the Willoughbys. And it’s not the middle of the night. If Frank’s making noise, it’s four forty-five.”

“If Frank’s done this before, I don’t know why you haven’t snapped his neck. I swear to God if he doesn’t stop, I’ll go do it myself.”

Liam laughs, pulling me back down to him. “Is it weird that it turns me on listening to you talk about killing someone’s pet?”

“You’ve got a problem, but admitting it is half the battle,” I reply.

“What’s the other half?” he asks.

I let my hand slide down his perfect torso. He’s already rock-hard. I move down the bed. “Let me see if I can figure it out,” I reply. I tease him until I’m too worked up not to be on the receiving end, and then I crawl over him and slide his cock inside me. I slowly swirl my hips, getting closer and closer to where I need to be. His fingers go to my clit and he hisses a warning between his teeth. “Em, fuck, slow down,” he begs, his voice all gravel and need and desperation, and it’s the sound of it that finally sends me over the edge.

He lets go the moment I cry out, and I allow myself to collapse on top of him and let his hand smooth over my spine. I’d like to stay like this forever—with him inside me, with his hand on my back, with his lips pressed to my ear—but I can’t afford to fall asleep again.

“I have to go,” I sigh. “I don’t want my mom to know I didn’t sleep there.”

“You’re twenty-eight.”

I climb from the bed. “Yes, I am. So I’ve had twenty-eight years to know how badly this will go if she realizes I didn’t come home.”

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