Page 17 of Defining Us

“Don’t do that,” he begged in a reedy voice. “You never look at me. Fuck.Please.”

The earnestness in that plea granted her the strength to obey. When their gazes met, her heart kicked into overdrive at the undiluted hunger etched into his features—like he wantedto fuck her until she could barely breathe, then softly kiss every sadness away.

His fingers curled, reaching her G-spot, and her body jolted at the powerful sensation. Her climax was within reach and promised to be frighteningly potent. She gyrated her hips to gain momentum, and he groaned unabashedly.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Ride my hand. Ah, fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Immersed in a cloud of lust, she reached forward and squeezed the impressive bulge straining against his jeans. The deep growl he emitted washed over her like warm honey. But when she fumbled with his belt buckle, his free hand captured her wrist.

“You first,” he ordered, pinning her arm back against the shelf. “We have all night.”

“Joel—oh my God—” she gasped as tremors overtook her. “Oh God, oh God.”

The orgasm took root low in her belly, surging into a peak of powerful pleasure. A ragged scream ripped from her throat as her body quaked, her pussy clamping around his talented fingers. Although she tried to keep her eyes on him, they rolled into the back of her head as she surrendered to the euphoria.

His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her upright as her body wilted, riding out the final twitches. But she never worried about crumbling completely. He had her, just as he’d promised.

A mischievous voice tickled her ear as his fingers retreated from her core. “I thought librarians were supposed to be quiet.”

Even though she was spent, a hearty laugh tumbled from her. It was exactly the type of joke the old Mallory would’ve quipped, and it boosted her spirits further. She swept her fingers through his dark hair, admiring the softness of the strands, and used the leverage to guide his lips back to hers.

God, he was perfect.Thiswas perfect. She never wanted it to end; she wanted to savor every last bit of him.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispered against his glorious mouth.

“I think so. Fuck, I hope so.”

“Find it.”

As he reached into his back pocket, she dropped to her knees. Her shaky hands undid his belt buckle, going through the motions until his cock sprang free, jutting out from a thatch of black hair. No surprise—his shaft was thick like the rest of him. Not overly long, but so meaty, her hand barely wrapped around it.

He groaned when she grabbed the thickness, the sound awash with lust. Almost comically, he waved a foil packet near her head, which she took absently, letting it fall to the floor beside her. They’d take advantage of the condom later. Right now she wanted to make use of her mouth.

Leaning in, she wrapped her lips around the column of hard flesh and sucked deep. Remembering his earlier words, she kept her eyes on him, mindful to maintain the connection.

“Oh,fuck,” he boomed, chest hitching.

Always the epitome of strong and steady, Joel’s slow unraveling was immensely satisfying to watch. How he babbled profanities, and one arm tensed as he clutched the shelf, and his other hand lifted his T-shirt enough to give her free rein. She stroked his cock with one hand, moving in time with her mouth, coating the rigid skin with her saliva.

“Oh myfuckingGod,” he growled in a tone no different from gravel. “You’re gonna kill me. That feels so fucking good.”

Releasing him from her mouth with a pop, she gulped in air. “Take it off. Your shirt.”

Joel heeded her order, lifting the fabric over his head. She thought it impossible to get wetter after such a mind-blowingorgasm, but another gush of arousal materialized at the sight of his bare chest. Her eyes wandered over the landscape of beautiful brawn before she returned to tending to his cock.

A sound rumbled from him—something between a groan and a laugh—as he idly played with her hair. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The admiration poured off him, bathing her with confidence, and she looked up with ardent eyes. Desperate to please him, she took his cock deep, holding it at the back of her throat for as long as possible. His eyes widened, the light grip around her hair tightened, and otherworldly noises thundered from him.

“The condom,” he heaved once she withdrew for air. “Put it on.”

The packet was ripped, and the condom rolled down the length of him. Joel pulled her to her feet, her knees tender after kneeling against the hardwood floor. Shaky legs somehow held her upright as her panties were swiftly removed, exposing her lower body completely. His trembling hands tried to unbutton her blouse but couldn’t manage quickly enough. The buttons popped off as he ripped the fabric apart, scattering to the ground like the raindrops outside.

“I’ll get you another one,” he promised.

“I don’t care.”

His response was guttural. “I care, Mallory.”

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