Page 69 of Tickled Pink

“Shh,” he whispers before leaning down and kissing me.

My lips blend with his, feeling stretched and numb. I don’t fight it as Thad pushes me back onto the bed. I lie down, my head cradled softly between two pillows.

Thad moves on top of me, powerful and naked. Again, I tremble beneath him, every muscle in my body quivering as he kisses me. He grips my shirt with a strong hand, pulling me toward him into an even deeper kiss. I raise my arms, prompted to move by nothing more than his seductive stare. Thad pulls my shirt over my head and it slips off the bed, banished to the floor. We kiss again, his hands coming to crush mine above my head. He holds me, pins me down, and purposefully grinds his length against my body.

I bite down, groaning at the unbearable tightness of my pants. Somehow, Thad notices, the hint of his smirk touching his eyes.

He reaches for the bottle of whiskey. He takes a drink, swallowing twice before stopping.

He offers it to me. I decline, far too buzzed already.

Thad sets the bottle down and returns to me. He kisses me, his mouth open wide, and I feel his whiskey-soaked tongue caress mine. I suck the flavor, my cock surging from a kink I did not know I had.

I hump him as he humped me. He pins me down again, a chuckle vibrating deep in his throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

It’s my turn to laugh. “Yes.”

“Just checking in.” He pushes up slightly, our chests still touching, our groins still pressing. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

I swallow hard, my saliva still tainted with his taste. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” Thad lowers to kiss my neck. “I want to try something.”

“What?”

He looks up, his lips touching my chest. “A woman did this to me one time in Bangkok.”

I furrow my brow. “Okay.”

He smiles. “Go with it,” he says. “Tell me when it feels good. Trust me, you’ll know,” he adds when I start to speak.

Thad kisses down my chest, slowly releasing my wrists as he descends. I lie still, each touch sending sparks of pleasure across my skin. I catch my breath, my thoughts abuzz with anticipation, but I meant it when I said I trusted him.

Thad pulls my pants down. Just the feeling of the fabric grazing my tip sends shivers through my body. I’m so swollen and sensitive, one wrong touch could make me come.

Or right touch, I suppose.

Thad slips off the bed, but he returns quickly after taking something from his bedside drawer. He keeps it out of sight, distracting me with a hard kiss as he lies beside me.

“Spread your legs a little,” he says.

I already know what’s coming, but I also know I might not be ready for that. “Thad…”

He stares at me in the dark. “I’ll go slow.” Another kiss. His hand grazes my dick as he rests it on my thigh. I lurch. “Say stop and I will.”

His voice soothes me, my blood still pumping south with each heartbeat. I could say stop now, but I know I’ll always be curious. And if I trust anyone to do it, it’s him.

I spread my legs as he pops the lid on the plastic bottle.

His touch is cold and sticky. Uncomfortable, at first, but he kisses me as he teases my asshole with a lubed finger. I raise a knee and he shifts closer. Our bodies touch in a dozen places, naked limbs crossed. He massages my balls with his palm, sending fire throughout my loins as he pushes against my rim.

Thad enters me. I tighten.

He laughs, his breath warm on my skin. “You’re just like Phoebe,” he says. “Relax.”

I take a breath, exhaling the tension.

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