Page 21 of My First and Only Crush

I just have to grab her.

But if I lay hands on her again, I’m never letting go.

CHAPTER10

SINCLAIRE

When Trick doesn’t move, I reach for his shirt buttons. We can both be nearly naked for the next stage in our debate over whatever this is between us.

A single night of celebration, I remind myself. That’s all that it is. A hot secret we’ll keep for the rest of our lives.

His whole body goes taut as I slip the first button free. I slide my fingers between the soft cotton layers and touch his warm skin. The contact sends a sizzle of electricity up my arm and my gaze flies to his face.

His return look is hot enough to make me melt into the bed.

“I want to celebrate with you,” I whisper, my voice shaking. I undo another button and slide my fingers lower, into soft chest hair. I’m trembling, I realize, just before Trick’s hands catch me around the waist and then he’s guiding me down to the bed, and my fingers fly through the rest of his buttons, undoing his shirt as he brackets himself above me.

A frantic energy is driving me now, all quivering need, and as soon as my hands push his shirt off his shoulders, he starts helping.

The shirt goes flying and then he scoops me into his arms, bare skin to bare skin, and his mouth finds mine.

Trick Lowry is kissing me and he tastes like champagne.

His victory kisses are mine, and I could cry from how good it feels, his lips sure and strong and warm. I think I do cry out, because his mouth opens with mine, and he slants his head sideways to capture it, and then he’s licking at me and that feels even better. Heady, incredible tastes, his strong tongue sliding over mine, teaching me how to do this, how to have grown up kisses in secret.

He growls and I feel it in my belly. It makes me gasp, which shakes my whole body, and my nipples scrape over his chest.

His hand comes up my rib cage, his thumb finding the the underside of my breast with an experienced touch that makes me feel giddy—and jealous of everyone else he’s ever touched.

He strokes my flesh, tracing the shape of me until I feel like I’m going to combust, and then he cups my whole breast and pinches the nipple between two fingers, tugging in a way that turns that pressure into a blazing fire.

I kiss him back desperately, sucking on his lower lip and panting into his mouth. “Trick, I need…”

“Tell me what you need.” He’s panting, too. He cradles me in his arms as he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Both of his hands come to my chest now, and he makes a low, unholy sound as he cups my tits together. “You like my touches here?”

I rock my hips, my thighs squeezing against his waist. “Like isn’t a strong enough word. Kiss me again.”

He grins and tugs on my nipples. “You’re on top now, Sin. If you want to kiss, come down here and take it.”

I lean into his hands and he lowers me down, his eyes glittering as I get closer. I brush my lips against his.

“I love your touches everywhere,” I whisper. Then I lick my way into his mouth and the desperate need surges to the fore again.

How can we flash from this wild, all-consuming physical tearing at each other to playful teasing and back again? It makes this feel like a dream.

As we kiss, he rocks his big, hard body up to meet mine. My thighs stretch down to bracket his hips, and then the part of him that my core has been seeking presses right up against my pussy, and I go absolutely feral.

Trick’s erection is perfect.

Just like the rest of him, so I shouldn’t be surprised, but even though his dress pants and my panties, I know it’s huge and hard and meant to be rubbing against my body like this.

I could start crying again for how good the thick, hard ridge of his shaft feels pushing up against my seam, my clit, and my aching, empty hole.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, grinding down against him. “Please, Trick, fuck me right now. Take me. I want to be your World Series celebration. I need you inside me, please Trick, please…”

His hands tighten on my breasts, going from a confident, teasing pinch and pull on my nipples to a rough, possessive squeeze of my entire flesh. “Jesus, Sin, don’t say things like that.”

“I need it,” I whine, and it sounds like a whine, there’s no other way to describe it. I’m rocking against his cock desperately now and whimpering into his mouth as I try to kiss him and beg at the same time.

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