Page 30 of Fight

She smiles. “Mm-hm.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” I wince as soon as the words leave my mouth. I shouldn’t say shit like that; it gives the wrong impression of what this is. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, you can keep going,” I say, prompting her to finish her story.

She doesn’t speak for a few seconds, then snickers. “What were we talking about again?”

“Training exercises…” I say, jogging her memory.

I thread my fingers through her hair near the roots, then fist them and tug gently.

She makes a small noise, something between a grunt and a moan.

“It’s not important anymore. Ugh, that feels good.”

I repeat the action, alternating between toying with the ends of her strands and adding tension at her scalp. Her nails dig into my muscles hard enough to flip that switch from sweet and affectionate to needing to bury my dick so deep I have to muffle her screams.

“I liked all those texts from you today,” I tease, skating my fingers up her spine.

Her face pinkens, and she pulls her hand from my thigh to cover her exposed right cheek. “I’m embarrassed.”

I scoff. “Why?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve had sex, but not… like that.”

It was also my first time fucking in the back of an ambo, but Scottie seemed to have an extra layer of inexperience I especially enjoyed corrupting. Seeing her face light up with pleasure like it was the first time was spectacular.

“Nah… I liked the ambulance photo you sent.” The memory of her strapped down to that gurney sure helped the hours pass on the line today.

She moves to my thigh again, this time on top of my quad. “I was just messing around.”

“I wasn’t.”

Her fingers grip a little harder onto my thigh, and when she loosens, her hand crawls up until she’s palming my cock through my jeans, and I expel a breath through gritted teeth. The buildup of talking and barely-there touches has escalated into pure need.

After a beat, she confesses, “Me either.” Her voice is breathy and full of sex. “But this feels so good it’s hard to move.”

I slip my hand from the back of her shirt and unbutton my jeans. She plants her palms on the bed, pushing off the cot to sit up.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t get up.”

After unzipping, I shove down the jeans and boxers, releasing my half-hard length.

“Keep your head in my lap. I’m going to play with your hair, and you’re going to warm my cock between those plump lips until I say so. Understand?”

She nods with the most striking bedroom eyes, then shifts so she’s straddling my right leg. I hiss when her tongue traces the underside of my length.

“Just like that,” I sigh.Perfect.

Fucking hell. This is nice. I delve a hand back into her locks, combing through the strands with my fingers. I lift her chin up slightly so I can stare into those tempestuous eyes. My thumb skims over her soft hollowed cheek as she sucks on the crown.

“Beautiful.”

My hand lets go and skims over her shoulder. I gather the back of her shirt, lifting it higher, and expose her bare ass. Damn, if I’d pulled up her shirt to rub her back, we’d probably be a lot further along right now. As tempting as that is, I like this progression better. Building anticipation is the best part.

“Goddamn. Look at you, naked underneath that shirt…” I keep my voice low. “It’s almost as if you wanted me to fuck you tonight, Scottie.”

My fingers sink into her hair, and she shivers.Shit.

“I think that’s exactly what you want… So fucking needy.”

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