Page 115 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

“Look at you, losing your goddamn mind just thinking about my cock stretching you out. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fill up every inch of that cunt.”

That last comment robs me of my sanity. The combination of his fingers and tongue twirling around my clit leaves me defenseless against the pleasure building in my stomach. My eyes roll back at the same time my legs clench, and I nearly suffocate him with my thighs.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, even though it’s already happening.

“Fuck, yes. Come on my face, Mattson. All over my fucking face.”

I reach the point of no return a heartbeat later, and the moans previously caged in my throat rush out of me, making the experience all the more intense as TJ gives me what might just be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

The noises he makes when I fall apart are so incredibly hot you’d think he’s the one coming. It’s all grunts and moans andfuck. Knowing how much he values and cares for my pleasure merely adds to the sensation, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to feel my legs once he untangles them from his shoulders.

My knees nearly give out from under me as soon as he helps me down.

Our eyes lock for a short moment, but neither of us makes a sound. No words are needed, the anticipation and tension hanging between us too much to bear.

We’re throwing ourselves at each other before I know it. Everything about our make-out session is animalistic. TJ grabs my throat as if to keep me compliant as he bites down on my lip and reaches around my back to undo my bikini top.

His hands are smacked across my breasts from the moment my top cascades down my body, and he groans in satisfaction, flicking my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. I’d neverrealized how sensitive my nipples could be. It’s as though each time he grazes the tips with his finger, my clit vibrates with bliss.

TJ releases my throat only to take my arm instead and guide me down onto one of the beanbags placed around the observatory. He’s taking off his bathing suit before I can blink. Then, he’s climbing on top of me, his arms flanking my head as he slams our mouths together.

His cock brushes against my inner thigh, and I can’t ignore the ache forming in my lower stomach a moment longer.

“Fuck me. Please.”

This marks the second time I’ve asked him that. The first was in the shower after the kidnapping attempt on Sierra, but he refused, saying our first time wouldn’t happen in those circumstances. Maybe I should be embarrassed by my own begging, but TJ certainly doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, his smile taking up his entire face.

“Fuck, believe me when I say you willneverhave to beg me again,” TJ rasps.

He tops that off with a forehead kiss and stares me dead in the eye as he throws my legs open, spreading them as far as they go, and then grabs himself at the base, steering his cock to the entrance of my pussy.

A breath.

A pause.

Then he pulls back, realization glimmering in his eyes.

“Are you on the pill?”

It’s as though I’m brought back down to Earth for a fleeting moment. I can’t believe he had to be the one to bring it up. I was so wrapped up in the moment my brain obviously went on hiatus.

“Yeah. Are you clean?” I ask in return.

“You’re the only girl I’ve done things with since I got checked. You?”

“I got checked over a year ago, but nothing’s happened since,” I remind him.

That’s all he needed to hear. He nods, kisses me again, and it’s like a switch just flipped. We find ourselves back in some sort of trance. Just two kids staring at each other under the stars.

“I… It’s been a while for me, so if you could…”

“I know, baby. I’ll take it easy, I promise.”

Then, he’s working his cock inside me.

It stings a little—no doubt because of his size—but the pain doesn’t even come close to trumping the pleasure and connection I feel when he stills, his eyes growing in shock, and rests his forehead on mine.

“Fuck, Mattson, you have no idea how good you feel. I can’t… I need a second.”

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