Page 33 of Sack

He kept right at that spot. Keeping the tempo as he flicked her clit with his tongue until she came.

Her whole body stilled as she arched, her thighs squeezing his head. She collapsed, quivers wracking her body as he dragged the last of her orgasm out.

“Holy Sith.”

He really needed to ask her what the hell that meant, but now definitely wasn’t the time.

Her breasts rose and fell with her pants as she tried to catch her breath. “For the record, you can do thatany timeyou want.”

He didn’t bother hiding his smirk, damn proud of himself. “Noted.”

She raised her head and grinned. And damn if that didn’t do something crazy to his head, too.

Tangled sheets. Tangled limbs. Her softness against his hard. Her tits were right there, nipples puckered, calling out to him. He didn’t resist. Elbows to the bed he cupped them in his hands, drawing them together before leaning in to take a nipple into his mouth. He felt it tighten further as he traced it with his tongue. He shifted to the other and felt her squirm when he sucked on it. He made a mental note—the right was more sensitive than the left.

Moving up, he trailed lips and skimmed teeth over the delicate skin of her collar bone, stopping at the juncture of her neck. He lightly nipped, grabbed her hips, and entered her.

And found fucking nirvana.

He established a rhythm they both liked—hard and fast.

She was quiet other than a few low moans and soft hums, but she was not more-talk-less-action as she’d claimed. Her hands explored—his back, his ass. She liked digging her fingers into his hair and running her palms over its short length.

And he liked touching her. Every inch of her was explored as he added to his mental list of things she liked.

For next time.

He still had Ivy under him, and he was already anticipating when he’d get to have her again.

Moving inside her, he was close and finding it hard to keep the rhythm. But she was getting close, too. He could tell by the way her fingers dug into his skin and the frantic urgency of her movements. He just needed to hang on a little longer. “Ivy, babe, you almost there?”

“Yes, so close.”

“What do you need?”

“Nothing. Just keep doing what you’re—Oh, yes.”

He felt her come apart and he didn’t waste time. Just a few more strokes and he was right there with her.

His balls tightened and a tingle traveled up his spine, his cock jerking as he came. Collapsing, he panted into her neck. “Fuck.”

Sex with Ivy had been nothing like he expected. Yes, he’d thought it would be good because, let’s face it, any sex was good sex. But for the first time in his thirty-two years, he now knew what great sex was.

And he’d just had it with Ivy.

Ivy

Ivy wasn’t sure what the next move was. Did she get up and leave? Because that’s what friends with benefits did, right? She peeked at Colt. She knew he wasn’t asleep, but his eyes were closed. That gave her no clues.

She wasn’t sure what Colt expected—they hadn’t set up arulefor that—but after what had transpired between them, it felt wrong to just up and leave.

She was awkward in the best of situations and this was far from normal. At least for her. She blamed her brilliant idea on the kiss. If it hadn’t been so awesome, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. Her hormones had clouded her thinking. She didn’t regret sleeping with Colt—she could never regret that—but she also hadn’t expected it to affect her so deeply.

She sat up, shifting to the edge of the bed and throwing her legs over.

“Where are you going?”

She looked over her shoulder to find Colt’s eyes on her. “Home.” It wasn’t a question, but it could’ve been.

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