Page 72 of Never You

“You feel even better than I imagined,” he hums against my sweaty skin.

My teeth sink into his shoulder as I take this moment. As his body becomes one with mine. Our damp skin connected, the panting of his pleasure tickling my ear while my arms are wrapped around his ripped torso, as he rides me like it’s just him and me left in the entire world.

Our world.

A fucking perfect world. A world that never wants me to go back to reality if this is how I’ll feel all the time.

His grunts grow more intense with every push he makes. My body tightens around him, my heels digging into his toned ass as I clench my thighs, wanting to feel him deeper inside of me. I can barely think straight, the feeling of his cock filling me up taking over every thought without effort.

I’ve thought about this moment too many times I dare to admit since he crowded my space in that hallway last weekend. For the first time, there wasn’t just annoyance in his eyes when they hauntingly glanced down at me.

No, I could see the arousal, the desire, the hunger etching through the handsome features on his face. It’s the last thing I see before I fall asleep, and it’s the first thing on my mind. Him hijacking my road trip made that even worse, but I can’t say I’m not happy he did.

I’m ecstatic.

I’m feeling lighter than I have in years.

“You feel so good.” I scrape my teeth over his earlobe, and he throws his head back, just enough for me to watch how his eyes roll up in what looks like a state of euphoria.

“I can’t hold it,” he grates out, before his lips find mine again.

His movement becomes desperate, plowing into me like a maniac while I enjoy every second of it. Finally, I can feel him tense against me, a feral look flashing in his eyes when he releases inside of me.

With a few final pumps, he doesn’t stop until he unloads every drop, then his body flops against mine, his breath fanning my neck. I run my fingers over his spine, enjoying the warmth and weight of his body on top of mine.

Like a blanket of comfort after a rough day.

After we’ve caught our breath, he rolls off of me and onto his back, an arm over his eyes, showing off his chiseled chest.

“Damn, woman. I think you broke me.”

“Oh, really?” I snicker. “Where is your big mouth now,hockey boy?”

“Probably somewhere lost between your legs.” He smirks.

“Really, because I don’t feel anything.” Jokingly, I lift my head, looking between my legs.

Abruptly, he reaches out, pulling me so that I’m now on his chest, looking down at him with a seductive grin.

“That’s because I made you come so hard, your pussy will be numb for the next hour.”

“Hour?” I screech. “Don’t underestimate the stamina of my pussy, you arrogant fuck. But that’s okay, if your sweet little dick needs to regroup for an hour, I’ll wait. I am kinda hungry, anyway.” I avert my gaze, taunting, looking for the room service menu.

He blinks.

“Don’t ever make another sentence with my dick and sweet. Gives me chills.” He shudders underneath me, and I let outa giggle. “The only thing my dick needs is your lips wrapped around it to make you shut up for two seconds, you little witch.”

He tickles my side, and I cry in laughter, squirming on top of him.

“Stop!” I yell, laughing. “Stop!”

He holds still, his playful stance clear in his eyes. I like this Jensen. The lighthearted one. The one that jokes with me, even though I frustrate the hell out of him. The one that isn’t mad at the world. The one that makes me want to let go and fall into his arms, knowing he will keep me safe.

“I can’t wrap my lips around your dick if you keep me occupied,” I say, like a smartass, fluttering my lashes.

His jaw ticks, and his playful gaze is quickly replaced by desire until he opens his mouth with a husky tone. “Get to work, then, baby.”

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