Page 58 of Pretty Broken Promises

“Those look very uncomfortable,” she comments, while her hand strokes up and down my length through the fabric.

“That’s because they are,” I say through gritted teeth. It’s taking an enormous effort not to pin her down and fuck her senseless right now.

Her hands slip under the band, and she eases the constricting material away. I toss my head back, the muscles in my neck strain with a long groan as she slips the head of my cock into her mouth. I’m nearly undone by the heat of her mouth as she sucks me in, the pressure of her tongue as she works it around the tip every time she pulls back. I have to grit my teeth to stop from nutting when I feel the silky heat of the back of her throat when she plunges my length back in.

I can’t help but watch as she takes me in over and over. The most erotic thing about the entire experience is the look on her face. This isn’t something she’s doing out of obligation, or because she thinks she needs to do this to keep me happy. Tessa is actually getting turned on by this.

“Tessa,” I say through the heavy breaths escaping me. “Tess,” I try again.

I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back.

“Why did you stop me?” she says, almost pouting.

“Because I want to be inside of you. We don’t have time to wait for me to rally to come twice.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “If you insist.”

“You’re such a brat,” I tease her. “You were getting off sucking my dick, weren’t you?”

She noncommittally shrugs one shoulder.

“Not going to answer me?” I play along. “I can find out for myself.”

I help her out of the rest of her clothes, and slide my hand between her legs. I knew she liked touching me, but I assumed I’d have to spend some time getting her ready before she could take me. I certainly wasn’t expecting to find her soaked. Two of my fingers slide inside of her easily.

“Please,” she begs.

I grab the base of my cock, and guide it to her entrance, then I slowly push inside of her. Her legs come up and wrap around my waist, and I frame her head with my arms. Despite my threat to fuck her in the forest, I take my time.

We kiss leisurely as I stroke in and out of her. Even as my electricity pulses through my body, and a million tiny explosions are bursting threatening to send me over the edge, I hold back. Even when I feel her breathing pick up, and her inner walls start to flutter around my cock, I refuse to speed up.

I don’t think I can make up for all of the time we’ve missed right here, but there’s a part of me that wants to be with her just like this forever. I’m not thinking about the end, or how I feel being inside of her.

It feels fucking incredible, but it’s so much more than that. It’s the way her eyes hold mine, and she’s not trying to hide anything from me anymore. It’s not all pretty, but it’s all real. The love and the pain she feels pour out of her. Someday I hope she can feel the former without being reminded of the latter, but right now she struggles to separate them, which just makes her seem really fucking brave to me.

“I don’t deserve you, but I’m going to. I promise I am going to be who you need,” I say against her mouth.

“You already are. You’ve always been who I need,” she replies and kisses me.

As much as we want things to last forever, not everything is meant to. In this case, that’s not horrible. Hearing her tell me I’m who she needs sets off something wild in me, and I unleash all of the pent-up passion and longing I’ve held in. This time when her nails dig into my skin it’s not out of fear.

ChapterTwenty-Four

TESSA

Our unplanned stopbrings us into Seattle late. Ford and I collapse into bed fully dressed, with only enough energy to kick off our shoes. The smell of coffee is the only thing that manages to rouse us from being nearly comatose.

Ford groans as I try and rock him awake. He throws his arm over his face and goes back to sleep. If coffee isn’t going to wake him up, I know something that will. I slip my hand under his shirt and slide it down his stomach toward the waistband of his jeans. His hand grabs mine just as I reach his fly.

“As much as I like where your mind and hand are headed, your mom is around the corner in the kitchen. I don’t want her first impression of me to be the sound of me coming.”

I purse my lips. “I guess you have a point. At least now you’re awake.”

Leaning forward I press a lingering kiss against his lips. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

When I come out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, Ford isn’t in my room. I’m about to go looking for him when I hear my mom’s infectious laugh reach me from the kitchen. I follow the sound and find her and Ford sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Well, this is disturbing,” I joke.

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