Page 10 of Unforgettable

Kiss. Thrust. Stroke.

Stroke. Thrust. Kiss.

“Finish in my mouth,” he says, absolutely blindsiding me.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

“Are you close?” I pant.

“So close.”

He jerks himself off, and I alternate between loving the sight and needing to look away so I can hold out and have his delicious mouth on me.

Helping him out, I wrap my fingers around his, and our hands move in tandem. It only takes a few more strokes and he shudders against me as an accompanying moan echoes around the room and warm ropes of come cover both of our hands.

Well aware of my urgency, he slides off my cock and spins to face me. I thrust my sticky fingers into my mouth, licking off his come, and use my other hand to rip the condom off. The taste of him on my tongue again is all I need to push me over the edge.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I grip the back of his head and his lips wrap around my crown at just the right fucking time.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan. I blissfully unload myself into his mouth, and he sucks me dry, looking like a living, breathing dream with my cock sitting perfectly between his shiny lips.

I commit the view to memory, absolutely certain that future me will be stroking myself to orgasm as I replay this whole night over and over again.

Still holding me, he drags himself off me, and our bodies rise and fall in both gratification and exhaustion. Speechless, we stare at one another, and I’m certain that the complete bliss on his face matches my own.

An uncontainable smile spreads across my face, and I take hold of the back of his neck and force his mouth on mine. Wanting to taste myself on him, wanting him to taste himself on me. Even though it feels like my body is made of jelly, I know the night is far from over.

It couldn’t be. I need more of him, and I’m not too embarrassed to ask him for it.

“Reeve,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Want a shower?” he asks.

“A shower by myself or a shower with you?”

That gorgeous blush graces his cheeks again, and even before the words leave his mouth, I know he’s not done with me either.

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As the sun finally peeks out from the nighttime clouds and streams into the motel room, I know I’ve been staring at the sleeping man for far too long.

When I told him I would wring him dry, I wasn’t kidding. I cleaned every inch of him in the shower, just to dirty him up over and over again. It was like we were stuck in a vortex together where the rest of the world didn’t exist, and Reeve and I didn’t need to come up for air.

We touched and licked and sucked and fucked all. Night. Long.

And it wasn’t just all about the sex. The small glimpses he allowed me in between had me intrigued. He wasn’t just shy and adorable and undeniably sexy. He was smart and funny, and probably the most put together person I had ever met, which made his decision to meet me last night even more unbelievable.

It was obvious he was everything I wasn’t, and that was all the more reason why I needed to get up and out of his hair before he woke up and regret covered his features. It was bad enough I had stayed overnight—something I’d never done—and now caring about how my one-night stand would perceive me in the morning was unchartered territory.

We were careful not to get too personal last night, and thankfully our bodies did the most intimate talking. Even though I knew Reeve wasn’t from here, the thought of him sticking around had me contemplating whether or not I should offer him my number. But the other more rational and responsible side of me knew I didn’t need to be acting spontaneous and reckless with someone like Reeve.

As my father liked to remind me, I was a twenty-five-year-old showing no signs of maturity or stability. According to the old man, if I didn’t pull my head out of my ass, I was going nowhere. And even from just one night, I knew Reeve was.

Needing to stop my melancholic train of thought, I slowly slip out of the covers and look around the room for my clothes. Finding my shirt, I thread my arms through and then recover my jeans from under his bed.

Sliding my legs in, I rise off the bed and finish dressing myself.

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