Page 12 of Perfectly Wrong

“You’re still wearing clothes,” he muttered, shutting his eyes as I wrapped my lips around him.

I wondered if there was any part of this boy’s body that wasn’t perfect. I teased him with my hands, keeping him in my mouth the entire time, caressing him with my lips, making circular motions with my tongue along his length. Sam was clearly doing his best not to give in, not to lose the challenge—which would mean no second round. But this wasn’t the time to be merciful, so I took him deep, all the way to my throat.

“Fuck, Elena,” he groaned, and I couldn’t help but grin. He gripped my head, trying to steady himself, but my hands were quicker and held him in place. “Shit.”

“No,” I warned. It would be really frustrating if he couldn’t control himself and I had to stick to my promise of no more. But I knew Martin could handle it. For God’s sake, he was young, full of hormones, and in perfect health. It’s not like he had to worry about coming quickly because of a bad back.

I took him deep again, and when I felt him twitch, I stopped. Oh, no, honey. Don’t even think about it. Our eyes locked, and I licked my lips. Sam looked both amazed and desperate. Before I could make another move, he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed. I squealed in delight.

He was furious, just as I’d hoped. He loomed over me, holding himself up on his arms. We stared at each other for a moment. “This is going to be quick,” he warned. “You’ve driven me crazy. I need a good fuck.”

I giggled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you right now.” I bit his lower lip, tugging gently. He smiled. “There are condoms in the top drawer of the bedside table.”

His eyebrows rose. “Prepared, huh?” He grabbed one and put it on hurriedly.

“Always,” I said proudly. “You never know when an eighteen-year-old boy full of energy will show up for—what was it you said? A good fuck?”

“You must get a lot of visits if you bought a whole box,” he teased, trying not to laugh.

“Or maybe I was just waiting for a particular boy to shut up.” I winked.

Sam kissed me hard and started tracing his fingers over my underwear. “How attached are you to these?” His fingers played with the lace waistband. Considering it was a beautiful black set from Victoria’s Secret, I liked it a lot. But I liked what he could do with it even more.

“Buy me two more of these later, and you can do whatever you want.”

“Deal,” he said, and my underwear became two pieces of fabric in his hands. The sound of ripping lace in a moment like this is surprisingly sexy.

He lifted my legs, positioning his arms behind my knees. As promised, it was quick and intense. I shuddered, first in surprise and then in pure pleasure. The sensation of having him inside me was incredible. He kissed me deeply and began thrusting hard. Our bodies collided with every movement, and my breath came in rapid bursts.

“This is...” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. My entire body was on edge, and the electricity between us was overwhelming. We were good together. No, we were amazing together.

“I know,” he whispered against my neck. His moans grew louder, his skin glistening with sweat.

I felt my muscles tightening and clung to the back of his neck, digging my nails into his skin.

“Come on, Lena,” he urged in my ear. “Come for me.”

Not that he needed to ask—I was already there—but his low, deep voice was the final push, and I climaxed around him, pulling Sam over the edge with me in a powerful release that made him groan my name.

He collapsed on top of me, still inside, our bodies entangled. I could feel his breath slowing, his heart rate returning to normal. We lay there in silence, and I ran my fingers through his hair.

“A kiss for your thoughts,” he said, his voice tired.

“Just a kiss?” I teased. “I think you can offer more than that, Mr. Martin.”

He laughed softly.

“I’m just thinking about tomorrow’s trip. It’s going to be exhausting with all the negotiations I’m not interested in.”

“Then why are you going?” he asked, lifting his head to look at me.

“Because I follow orders,” I grumbled. “What about you? What are you thinking?”

His cheeks flushed. “About a song I’ve been working on.” His shy smile appeared, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“Oh, so we’re making progress?”

The rest of his face turned red too.

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