Page 64 of Just This Once

I did as I was told, pressing my tongue flat to accommodate him. “Good girl.”

My fingers found my clit, and I started working it in slow, torturous circles as he slid his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck.”

One syllable, ground out as he thrust to the back of my throat, was a jolt to my system. I wanted so badly to feel his cum slide down my throat becauseImade him fall apart. I hummed my approval and eagerness as he slowly dragged in and out of my mouth. I reached back and gripped his hips. He allowed me to set a comfortable pace as he fucked my mouth.

His rough palms passed over my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. My thighs pressed together as my whole body hummed with pleasure.

He gripped my breasts. “I’m going to come, Prim.”

My grip on his hips tightened as I doubled my efforts, encouraging him to let his orgasm go. His fingertips dug harder, and with a moan, I took as many inches as I could as hot, thick cum spurted against the back of my throat. I worked him and swallowed and held him deeper as the final pumps of his orgasm dripped down my throat.

He shook, his knees giving out as he slid from my mouth. I rolled to my stomach, wiping the mess off my chin and grinning at him. There wasn’t a challenge I wasn’t ready to face head-on, and dick sucking was no exception.

“That was...” He laughed. “Holy shit, Em. I’m dizzy.”

“A-plus work? Five stars?” I teased with a soft, excited giggle.

Whip grinned at me. “Out of this world. I think I saw God.”

Heat scorched my cheeks and I looked away.

He prowled toward me and captured my face in his hands as he looked down at me. “Why are you blushing, Prim?”

I leaned into his hands, hoping to distract him and focus his attention elsewhere, but he held me, waiting.

“It’s just...” I gathered my courage and looked him in the eyes. “You make me feel different. Confident. I’ve never been very adventurous in the bedroom. I’m glad you liked it.”

His mouth lowered with zero hesitation as he kissed me long and hard and deeply. “You make me feel different too.”

A wicked glint shone in his eyes as his body covered mine. “Now it’s my turn to show you,” he threatened with a playful lift of his brow.

As I sank into the plush stack of pillows piled at the headboard, Whip’s hands caressed down my body. I expected fire and fervor, but his lips were soft and warm.

Slowly, he moved down my body, spreading my knees until I was completely bared to him. He dragged out my orgasm with his face buried between my legs as I gripped the pillows and screamed his name.

Later, when he nestled his hips in the cradle of mine, he teased my opening before slipping inside. Eyes locked, he pinned me to the bed with his delicious weight. My legs wrapped around him as my arms wound around his neck. My hands fisted his hair. Whip buried his face into my hair, murmuring my name and easing himself inside.

In the darkness of his bedroom something shifted, altered something inside me.

In his embrace I realized that it was no longer two sort-of friends fucking and having a good time. It was two souls baring themselves to each other and finding that our broken parts somehow clicked together perfectly. His name was a whisper of my breath as he finally filled me completely.

TWENTY-THREE

WHIP

Next to Emily,I slept like the dead.

It was no secret that firefighters often struggled with healthy sleep habits—just a perk of the job, I guessed. But next to Emily? Wrapped around her soft body with the smell of my shampoo after I washed her hair—something I never could have imagined myself doing before her—I could rest forhours. Floating somewhere between dreaming and awake, I curled around her.

A good fuck was one thing, but last night had been altogether something new and unexpected. Emily had felt it too. I saw it on her face when our pace morphed into a gentle ebb and flow of reverent exploration. Gentle kisses. Whispers in the dark. Unspoken promises.

I should be exhausted after hours of tracing every line of her body and committing it to memory, but I was keyed up. I could slay a dragon or climb Everest.

It was a total mind fuck being this attracted to the one woman you couldn’t have. I pulled her closer and buried my face in her shoulder. “Stay with me.”

“Mmm.” Emily hummed and pressed her ass into me. “I can’t. I have a planning lunch with the Bluebirds for thecarnival.” She stretched and groaned before turning in my arms to face me. Her hand cupped over her mouth.

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