Page 51 of Fire Fight

Another finger, another, then I shape my hand like a dart and add my thumb.

In. Out. In. Out. Drool trickles from her mouth, wetting her cheeks. Saliva coats my fingers. I gently climb onto the bed next to her, perched on one elbow to better view the show.

“You look so pretty with your mouth full.”

The next thrust triggers her gag reflex and her chest lifts off the bed. I withdraw, wiping the drool from her cheeks.

Jealousy ripples through me at the thought of what Hudson might already have coaxed her into doing. The boys at Ashcroft Crest are brainless dicks. Not a single one is worth wasting her virginity on.

I unbutton her shirt, appreciating the fading lettering on her sternum. My hand trembles as I palm her breast. The same titsthat have infiltrated my thoughts for the past five years, driving me crazy even during the worst of my hatred.

The feel of them exceeds the benchmarks of my dreams.

They are absolute perfection.

When I suck the hard bud of her nipple into my mouth, I close my eyes, exulting in the sensation. For long minutes, I can’t get enough of them, licking every inch of skin, sucking, squeezing, moulding them inside the exact fitted cup of my palm. Growing painfully hard from my indulgence.

I roll my tongue across her nipple, exulting as her back arches. A low moan drifts from her throat and her eyes open.

Dazed with sleep, she stares at me for the length of three heartbeats, then her lids slowly close.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur, a fresh shot of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream at the thought she feels everything I do to her. “Stay asleep and let me take care of you.”

Encouraged, my fingers go on a new adventure, sliding under the waistband of her sleep shorts, rubbing themselves across a new set of lips, finding them just as wet—easy to slip inside.

I lower my head to her shoulder, eyes closed as my fingers explore, each touch sending reverberations through my body, making my nipples sting as they pull tight, my cock throbbing so hard my balls ache.

“Do you like that?” I ask, raising my head to scan her face for a reaction. But I don’t need to see the rapid eye movement or listen to her shallow breaths to know—the proof soaks my hand. “You feel so good.”

Her thighs clench, hips shifting on the mattress. My eyes close again, savouring the reports from my other senses. I tease her entrance, gently slipping my finger inside, stopping as her tight flesh squeezes around me.

The promise of that snug fit whites out half my mind and I’ve only inserted up to my first knuckle.

I drag my finger away, circling her entrance again, finding a rhythm, teasing with another small probe, mapping out her contours in my mind until her muscles bunch tighter, legs drawing up as they release in a series of flutters.

When the last echo has died away, I lift my finger, sucking until the taste of her floods my mouth.

Arousal overwhelms me, filling every hollow in my body until I’m stuffed to bursting with desire. I hug her torso against me but it’s not enough and I move, straddling her, undoing my fly as my erection strains at the fabric.

My fingers grip her chin to position her ready for my kiss, the touch light, fleeting on the first occasion. Harder the second.

I suck her lower lip into my mouth, rhythmically pulling at the sensitive flesh until it swells, and I release it with a pop. Soothing the flesh with my thumb. I sit back and marvel as it plumps out, a deeper pink than before.

As I sit upright, I brush her cheek with the back of my knuckles, closing my eyes to intensify the sensation, the blood heating in my veins, pulsing into my cock, begging for more.

Desire sets my entire body alight, skin sensitivity skyrocketing until each point of contact burns, charring my skin, bubbling the marrow in my bones.

I let myself drift, the parameters of control loosening as I fall upon her, my mouth tasting, licking, sucking, teeth grazing then biting, careful not to leave a mark, though I want to. I ache to leave my grubby handprints all over her, signposting her as off-limits.

Each touch fills me and empties me out, thirsting for more, colours exploding behind my shut eyelids, the throbbing in my cock almost too much to bear.

I suck at the nubs of her clavicle, pulling back to spit into the dip of her throat, licking it off her skin, sucking it back into my mouth along with the sweet subtle taste of her skin.

A huge burst of contentment explodes in my chest, and I’m dizzy by the time I stop. Panting as I straddle her unresisting body, brain crackling with sparks as I think of watching this, replaying the scene on my phone and in my mind, setting it deep into my memory until she’s a part of me as much as if she wormed into my cells.

The ache in my balls, the throb in my dick grows until I rub the heel of my palm against myself. Relieving and intensifying my need.

The panties I stole from her the first night are in my pocket and I wrap them around my shaft, hand gripping hard on top of the slinky fabric. With each hard tug, the satin slides against my skin, altering the friction until it feels like someone else touching me.

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