Page 8 of Why Not Both?

So I kiss him. Hard. Biting his lip before I move to kiss along his jaw this time. While I do, my fingers find the top button on his shirt and undo it. Then I work on the next and the next until it’s open and I reach my hands inside, dragging my nails along his skin.

“You’re driving me crazy, firecracker,” Spencer says while his hands rove over my back and ass until his fingers find the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

“Firecracker?” I ask, my mouth watering as he shrugs off his shirt letting me see the toned muscles and that orange, read, and black tattoo, a bird that starts at the top of his shoulder and flows all the way to his elbow wrapping around his chest and back.

He tilts my chin up and I realize I’ve been ogling him. The look on his face tells me he doesn’t mind.

“Yes. Firecracker.” His hands skim over my shoulders, slipping my bra straps free, sending shivers along my skin. “Exciting, vibrant.” His fingers find the clasp on the bra, undoing it. “Dazzling, explosive.”

The garment falls to the floor, leaving me bare to his gaze and his mouth. His hands splay against my back, bending me backward as he dips further to tease one hard nipple with his tongue and teeth. I moan as heat floods my core, a wave of pleasure shivering through me. I make more sounds I’ve never heard from myself before as he switches to the other breast.

“Fucking perfect,” he says, before closing his lips over the other nipple.

He turns us, his lips never leaving my body, and leads me toward his king-sized bed. I barely notice that he’s undoing the button at the top of my jeans until he slides them and my underwear down my legs, releasing me to take them off, my skin chilled in the night air.

I sit on the bed as he pulls them off my feet and tosses them aside. His gaze drags up my body and I can’t find it in me to be self-conscious when he’s looking at me like that.

“You’re overdressed,” I say, pointing to the pants he’s still wearing.

He grins, locking his eyes with mine. He unhooks the button on his black slacks and pulls them down. His erection points toward me, hard and thick and long. My eyes grow wide, but I’m more intrigued than nervous. I reach out and gently touch him, my fingers brushing his head before I lower myself to my knees in front of him. Almost in a trance, I kiss the velvety tip. Then I wet my lips and take him into my mouth.

He groans and when I look up at him, his head is tilted back. “Fuck, Lis.”

I set to work and suck him in deeply before withdrawing. I wrap my hand around his shaft because he is very large, and I can’t comfortably fit him all the way in. He removes my hair tie, then plunges his fingers into the strands, pulling tight enough to bring tears to my eyes, but not so tight that I want him to stop. I move faster, my tongue swirling over him as I bob my head back and forth. My other hand cups his balls and he groans again, shifting so he’s in control, holding my head still as he pumps into me, deeper than I thought I could take him. My hand that had been holding him moves to his tight ass, and I relax my throat, loving the feeling of his dick sliding along my tongue as he fucks my mouth. His balls tighten and he tries to pull out, but I grip his ass, digging my nails in, keeping him in place as he comes, swallowing it all down. He shudders and goes still. I take a moment to lick all the evidence away, then I look up at him, still licking my lips.

He shakes his head in awe and then hauls me to my feet, practically throwing me onto his bed. I land with my legs wide and he’s there in an instant, mouth against my clit, tongue moving relentlessly against me. His hands hold my thighs open with an almost bruising force, but I don’t care as long as he’s sucking on me with that single-minded intent. One of his hands slides toward my core, dipping a finger into me while his tongue continues to ravish my clit. I let out a long moan and then another as a second finger enters me, sliding in and out in a slow, lazy rhythm that’s at odds with his mouth.

I don’t know if my eyes are open or closed as the world narrows to the pleasure arcing through me. It’s my turn to thread my fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer, though I don’t really need to. He sucks on my clit and I scream, the pleasure ratcheting higher and higher. I’m so tense, on the brink of breaking. It takes one last flick of his tongue, one last pulse of his fingers, and I shatter into a million pieces, screaming again as the orgasm shakes my whole body. He slowly eases the pressure of his tongue, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible until I lay completely boneless against his mattress.

My eyes are closed, bliss sweeping through me, when he says, “Fuck.” And not in a good way.

I blink one eye open. He’s standing next to his bed, fully naked, fully hard again, searching in the drawer of the bedside table.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“There are no condoms in here.”

I whimper and he turns to me with a smile, leaning over my spent body to kiss me. I taste myself and lick his lips, wondering when I decided I love the taste of myself on them. He chuckles and pulls back.

“There’s more in the bathroom. I’ll be back in thirty seconds. I promise.”

“What do I do while you’re gone?”

He kisses me again. “Get comfortable. Because you’re not going anywhere for a while, sweetheart.” Then he kisses me again. And again. Finally, I laugh and push him away.

“If you don’t get going, we’re going to forget all about it.”

Lust flashes in his eyes, but he stands and walks backward out of the room, staring at me until he’s gone. I start counting and move further onto the bed, spreading my hair out on the pillow and watching for his return.

When he comes back, I grin. “Seventeen seconds. Not bad.”

“I had a very good incentive to hurry.”

He sets the whole box on his bedside table and then climbs onto the bed with me.

“I missed you,” I say as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

“I was only gone seventeen seconds.”

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