Page 115 of Empty Net

He stops me when I reach for his zipper. “Hey, hey, hey. Hang on. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Fine,” I say, pressing another kiss to the base of his throat as I unsnap his dress pants. “Just want you.”

I drag his zipper down, and he hisses when I slide my hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock, stroking it just the way I know he likes. He’s hard and hot and heavy in my palm and I want to taste him just as badly as I want to feel him inside me.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “God, that feels good.”

I stroke him again, moving my lips up his throat and over his chin until my mouth is on his, and then it’s like something takes over him and he can’t keep his hands off me either. He slips his tongue between my lips, his hands crashing into my hair as he takes control of our kiss, my hand still between us as I jack him. He drags his hands down my sides and over my waist, pulling my dress up inch by agonizing inch until I feel the cold air hit my bare skin. It takes him palming my ass for him to realize my surprise.

He yanks his mouth from mine. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”

I shake my head with a grin. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Fuck.” A kiss. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants against my lips, which I have no doubt are already swollen.

Then he hauls me into his arms, and my back is pressed against I don’t even know what, and I don’t care, not even when it digs into my back. I welcome the pain. Ineedit. His own hand replaces mine as he grips himself and lines it up with my already slick pussy. We groan together as he presses the head of his cock inside me.

“Fuck,” he says again, and I want to make a joke, ask him if he knows any other words, but I don’t. I can’t, especially when he slips inside me further, stretching me so wide and so perfectly that I need more.

“I can’t believe how good you always feel,” he says, his lips on my throat. “Never going to tire of it.”

“Me either,” I tell him as he sinks even deeper, my nails digging into his scalp as I hold him close, not wanting an ounce of space between us.

He groans when he finally pushes in fully, then he backs out slowly. He doesn’t move. He just holds himself there, his breath quick in my ear.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, and I note how hoarse his voice has grown.

“Sorry?” What does he have to be sorry for? Because it certainly can’t be this. Not when he feels so fucking good even when he’s not moving.

But he doesn’t explain. He fucks into me again, just as unhurriedly. It’s painfully slow, and I want more, yet I can’t seem to make myself ask for it when I usually have no problem being vocal and telling Fox what I want.

We maintain the excruciatingly slow pace. Over and over again, dragging us both closer to the edge as the party goes on around us. I can hear people talking, and the music, which is so not my taste, plays softly in the background. Lawson’s loud laugh echoes. I hear someone else say something loudly. A pair of feet pass right outside the door.

Yet, even though I know we should be out there right now, none of it matters. Not as Fox continues to rock into me, as I hold on to him like he’s going to vanish before my eyes.

“Gonna come,” Fox says. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it,” I tell him. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“You first.” He wedges his hand between us, rubbing my clit in hurried circles.

It’s everything I didn’t realize I needed, and I’m coming in just a few touches, my pussy clenching around him and urging him on. Fox loses all restraint, slamming into me until there isno doubt I’m going to have a bruise on my back that matches whatever it is I’m pressed against.

“Lilah, Lilah, Lilah,” he says, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “Fuck. I love you.”

Fuck. I love you.

I love you.

Love.

His once rhythmic movements stutter, and it’s the only sign that he really just said what I thought he did. He recovers the fumble quickly, and his thrusts return to the same delightful pace as before. When his hand digs hard into my ass cheek, I know he’s close, and just a moment later, he stills. I feel him empty himself inside me, and he drops his head into the crook of my neck, our uneven breaths filling the silence between us.

His lips ghost over my collarbone in sets of three.

Kiss.

I.

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