Page 10 of Books and Hookups

He nipped my nipple, making me gasp. “But I’m not.”

Two could play the teasing game. Reaching between us, I gripped his hard length. “I disagree.”

He chuckled. “Physically ready and mentally ready are different. I wanna see if you can come from this.” He closed his lips around my nipple and did something I would’ve told you a second before was physically impossible. He somehow sucked and licked at the same time, while he plucked my other nipple harder.

Wires crossed in my brain, and my sex throbbed. He did it again, and fireworks burst behind my squeezed-shut eyelids as I made an unintelligible sound. He lapped at my breast and gentled his touch as aftershocks squeezed my abdomen. “God. Damn. You’re going to have to give me a minute.” I flopped onto my bed.

“Take your time.”

I felt another aftershock as he rolled the tight undergarment off my hips. The covers shifted under me, then the mattress dipped as he scooted toward me and tucked my back against his front, his erection hard against my tailbone. He pulled up the covers, protecting us from the chilly night air. In my lust, I’d forgotten to turn up the heat.

My body warmed as his hand stroked from my breasts over my belly, then down my thigh. He reversed direction, his fingers running up the inside of my thigh, then coming to rest between my legs, where he petted my clit. I sighed and stretched my leg over his, opening to his touch. His skillful fingers danced over me, reminding me of the way he polished glasses at the bar, his movements gentle but assured.

When my thighs trembled, I said, “Condoms are in the bowl.”

His fingers stilled, and he let out a short sigh. “I know.”

He kissed the spot between my neck and shoulder as he reached over me and pulled a condom from the bowl. He rolled away for a moment, then back, his latex-covered cock slipping between my legs. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” I rested my leg on top of his, and he gripped it as he pushed inside me. I felt a stretch, then delicious friction as I ground into his lap.

He squeezed my hip. “Wait a sec.”

I stilled. “You okay?”

“I don’t want to go off too soon.”

I laid my hand over his and took a slow breath. “Okay.”

He mirrored my breath, then he moved our hands to the center of my chest, over my racing heartbeat.

“What do you think about when you’re trying to slow down?” I asked.

“Dunno. Work. Sometimes I think up new drinks.”

“What would be in a ‘Hookup with My Upstairs Neighbor’?”

“Hmm.” He nuzzled my neck. “Something strong as the base. Whiskey, then something spicy and sweet. I’d make a jalapeño and passionfruit syrup and serve it with a cherry garnish.”

“Why a cherry?”

“I like spicy and sweet together. And because of how you can tie the stem in a knot with your tongue.”

I craned my neck to see his face, but it twinged. “Ow. Shift.”

He pulled out, and I rolled over to face him, straddling his leg. “How did you know I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue? I haven’t done that since my twenties. Not even on Thanksgiving night, when you had to carry me out of the bar.”

“Just a feeling.” He grinned. “Not only is your tongue extremely talented, but it seems like the sort of thing teenage Lucie would’ve practiced until she mastered it.”

“Ugh.” I buried my face in his chest. He smelled faintly of beer and the sweet bite of whiskey. “Two whole jars of them one weekend when my parents were away at some writers’ conference. I’d met a girl who did it as a party trick.”

He chuckled. “There’s that competitive streak.”

“That was a lucky guess. I’m not that obvious.”

“Only to someone who pays attention. Here.” He guided me to straddle him. “Like this.” I sank onto his cock. We both sighed when our hips met.

I rocked forward, and he grunted. “Good?” I asked.

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