Page 80 of Unforgettable

In my position, it was a tight fit between the unforgiving denim and my body, but the second my fingers touched my clit—the same fingers that were wrapped around Josh’s dick only a moment before—I moaned low and deep.

“Fuck, baby. Are you—you’re touching yourself.”

Another moan was my only response, my eyes shut against the intense pleasure growing inside of me as I urgently twirled my fingers over my clit.

Josh adjusted in front of me, popping free of my mouth, but when my eyes opened, he quickly righted himself.

“Use this,” he instructed. In his left hand, only inches from my face, was my neon-pink vibrator, affectionately known as Patrick. Patrick Swayze.

I glanced up at him, preparing for the punch line, but his expression was deadly serious.

“Use this to get yourself off while you suck my cock,” he panted, and I wasn’t in the position to deny either of us what we wanted.

Quicker than I ever had before, I undressed from the waist down and then chucked off my sweater for good measure. Then, in only my black lace bra, I reached for the toy. Josh willingly handed it over and replaced his hands in my hair. He held my head back from his proudly standing cock so he could look down his body to where I teased my entrance with the vibrating toy.

I clicked the button three times before I found the exact vibration pattern I wanted. It was a medium-high, consistent vibration, which I teased around my dripping pussy before latching back on to Josh’s cock and pressing it to my clit.

My moan was a vibration around his shaft, and he bucked back into my throat. Swallowing around him, I realized he wasn’t the only one that was going to be done in only a matter of seconds.

Multitasking was already a challenge but trying to focus on sucking Josh at the perfect rhythm while also grinding against the toy was nearly impossible. Thankfully, Josh was so consumed with pleasure that he took over, fucking my mouth and using my hair to guide me up and down his length.

My lips burned as they stretched around him, and my hand that was gripped around him fell to his balls. I squeezed them, massaging them with enough pressure that he lurched forward.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Are you going to come with your mouth wrapped around me?”

God, yes. The dirtier the talk, the better, in my book. And his tempting, taunting words only heightened my arousal to a level I hadn’t achieved in what felt like ages.

My answering moan was loud, even if it was slightly muffled by his cock, and I pressed the toy harder against my sensitive clit. I ceased moving my hips, feeling the release barreling toward me at an unbelievable speed. My whole body was tense and primed, but I wanted to get Josh closer. I wanted him to fumble over the cliff as close to me as he could.

So, I tightened my hold on his balls and hollowed my cheeks around him. His reaction was instant.

His hands yanked at my hair, shooting sparks of pain that flamed into pleasure down my spine and straight for my cunt.

I gasped as my orgasm finally won, and I shook with the effort to keep my mouth around him. I nearly shrieked, the pulsing between my legs overpowering every other sense.

“I’m coming.Fuck.” I vaguely heard Josh only a second before I tasted his release on my tongue. Just as I had, Josh shook and vibrated with each pulse of his orgasm as I drank him down.

My eyes had closed against the power of our combined pleasure, but when I opened them, it was Josh’s face I saw first. He was kneeling down in front of me and then he was kissing me.

His tongue dove into my mouth without concern as he pressed me closer to him, one hand on my lower back and the other at the base of my neck. The kiss, unlike so many of the others we’d shared, was gentle. His lips carefully stroked my own, teasing a whimper from me. The kiss seemed to say so much more in the few seconds we’d been connected than so much else had.

Sitting back on his heels but keeping me in his arms, Josh sighed contentedly.

“I—” he began but was immediately cut off by the sound of the front door slamming.

“Sister, you here?” Adam sang from the front of the apartment.

Josh and I jerked our gazes to the door and then back to one another.

“Now aren’t you glad that I closed the damn door?” I chided, but we were both up and moving. In the mess that was my bedroom floor, I lost the jeans I had been wearing when I tossed them behind me in the heat of the moment. So, I grabbed the closest thing, which was a pair of leggings and yanked them on before pulling my discarded sweater over my head.

“Amanda, what the fuck? I gotta talk to you!” Adam yelled.

“Little brothers are the worst,” I mumbled angrily. Stopping by the mirror, I cringed at my reflection. There was mascara gathering under my eyes, and my hair was sticking up in a million different directions. Quickly, I swiped under my eyes, removing what little mascara I could, and brushed down my flyaways.

“Hey, I take offense to that—I’m a little brother.”

“My point exactly.”

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