Page 82 of Bad at Love

“You know how to cure a hangover?”

I look to my side, squinting to keep the light from my eyes because it hurts. Storm is sitting up against the headboard, shirt off, defined chest gleaming in the sunlight pouring in through the windows. I rake my eyes down his chest to his stomach, the blankets stopping at his waist, then back up to his face.

“How?” I clear my throat when the word barely comes out and try again. “How?”

He grins, putting down his phone and throwing the blankets back so they aren’t covering me. The cool air causes goosebumps.

“Orgasms.”

I huff out a laugh. “My head is killing me.”

He settles between my legs, running his nose along my hard, aching dick.

“Sex is known to cure headaches.”

“Does this count as sex?” I ask with a raised brow.

Storm looks up at me, mulling it over. “Guess it depends who you ask.”

He tugs my pajama bottoms down enough to free my erection and kisses the tip of my dick. I can’t help the groan that leaves me. Every way he touches me feels so damn good.

“Are we actually going to have sex?” I ask.

“If you want to,” he says non-nonchalantly before kissing my dick again and causing it to throb. I’m always right on the edge of coming, and for the first time, I’m wondering if that’s an issue. I’ve heard things about guys coming prematurely and though I understood what it was, I didn’t really get it. But I think I get it now.

“Do you think I have an issue coming too quickly?”

Storm huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“But I always come fast.”

“Not that fast,” he argues, mumbling against my dick. His hot breath along my shaft has an ache forming in my lower stomach. “Besides, I like making you come.”

“But don’t you want it to like… last?”

“You last as long as I want you to,” he says softly, taking me into his mouth.

I thrust my hips up, wanting to go deeper. The way his throat feels is so… unexplainable. But I love it. A sharp breath leavesme as I find his head and push him deeper. He lets me, his throat tightening around the head of my cock. And I wonder…

I thrust up, seeing just how deep he’ll let me go. He doesn’t stop me, and instead, he helps. He pushes down, taking even more of me into his mouth. Digging his nails into my waist, he pulls me into him, wanting even more of me, and it’s the sexiest thing. He lets me guide him, lets me see what feels good for me. I’m slowly learning so much about my body, thanks to him.

After what feels like forever, I drop my hips back to the bed and pull his head up. Saliva strings from his lips to my dick, his eyes are watery, face flushed, and he gasps for breath.

“That was so hot,” I whisper.

“Yeah, it fucking was,” he admits, still trying to catch his breath. “Do it again.”

Oh my god…

Heat pulses in my chest and I guide his head back down on my dick, and this time I hold him down until he’s tapping on my hip and shoving up. We do this over and over again until I can’t take it and I explode down his throat, causing him to choke and cough, and though I feel bad for that, it makes the orgasm ten times better.

“You are something else,” he says as he drops onto his back beside me.

“In a good way, I hope.”

“Definitely a good way.”

I turn onto my side, staring down at the bulge in his pants.

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