Page 185 of Come Break My Heart Again

I watch her walk toward me, a secretive smile on her lips, not sure if this is headed where I think it is.

Elle had the bar exam this week, so I haven’t seen her since last weekend. She’s been in Boston, and I’ve been in Fernwood. Tonight—our first official date—was supposed to end with us going back to her place in the city.

I don’t think we’ll make it that far.

She closes the small distance between us in seconds, her hands landing on my belt.

“I like the house,” she tells me.

“Good.”

The word turns into a groan when she sinks to her knees. At least the floors in here are clean. The crew has kept out of the kitchen since all that’s left to do in here is install the countertops and hook up the appliances.

Golden sunlight spills across the varnished surface as sunset approaches.

I can barely hear the rasp of the zipper lowering over my harsh breaths. My hands clench into fists.

Elle teases me, running the warm tip of her tongue around the flared head of my cock. Her hand moves along my shaft, squeezing, pulling a hoarse grunt out of my mouth.

She knows exactly what I like. Information she’s using to her advantage.

She sucks a couple of inches into her mouth, then releases me with a wet pop. Blows on the dampness. My hips jerk forward, seeking. Begging.

“Lo …” The syllable is thick with desire. Overwhelmed by lust.

Elle smirks, then takes me into her mouth again. Deep, until the tip hits the back of her throat. Her grip tightens on theremaining inches, her throat contracting as she struggles to take more.

I hold still, fighting the urge to thrust, giving her a chance to adjust. She swallows, and my legs go numb from the flood of endorphins.

She’s on her knees, bringing me to mine. I could come from the sight of her lips stretched around my erection, let alone the sensation of her sucking.

Elle’s hands land on my thighs, and then she moves one to cup my balls. They’re throbbing, heavy and tight. Desperate to fill her mouth.

I groan, the urge to touch her too strong to ignore. Her hair is pulled back in a fancy twist I don’t want to mess up. I cup Elle’s face instead, rubbing my thumb against her cheek. Her eyes hood as her hand leaves my balls to grip the base of my cock, rubbing the tip along the outline of her lips before starting suction again.

I’m transfixed, watching her touch me. Completely mesmerized.

Someone could light this house I’ve poured blood and sweat into on fire, and I wouldn’t move unless Elle was in danger. I’m entirely at her mercy right now.

I warn Elle when I’m close. Rather than move away, she sucks me harder. I come a few seconds later, the bob of Elle’s throat swallowing as erotic as the sight of her pink lips wrapped around my dick.

I tug her to her feet and kiss her hard. Tasting my own cum is strange, but some primitive part of me likes that she tastes like me.

Elle’s sucking on my tongue the same way she just sucked my dick. I pull a condom out of my pocket, one I stashed there earlier, hoping this would take place at some point tonight.

I wasn’t expecting us to hook uphere, but maybe there’s some cosmic poetry to us having sex in this house, the one I tried to turn into her dream home.

I glance around the kitchen. Options are very limited in terms of a stable surface to have sex on. The only tables in here are constructed from sawhorses, and the cheap plywood serving as temporary counters is guaranteed to have splinters.

Elle realizes the dilemma and solves it.

“Sit,” she tells me, reaching for the hem of her dress.

I don’t argue.

She tugs the dress over her head and lets it fall in a pink puddle on the floor. Her bra disappears next, her nipples pebbled and pointed straight toward me. Her thong goes last, the view as I look up and she stands over me obscene. Her pussy is glistening and swollen, aroused from blowing me.

I toss the empty condom wrapper away, reaching for her.

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