Page 44 of Stick Move

I move quickly, back and forth, alternating between rubbing against his cock and finger. As I work myself into a frenzy, he pushes against me to keep me still and slides a finger inside me. My nipples press into one of the shelves and everything about this position is driving me crazy.

The sound of his zipper releasing wraps around me, and he shoves one foot between my legs and widens them. His arm slides around my hips and he pulls me back a bit until my ass is in the air.

“Fuck yeah, now this is the position,” he grunts and when I glance at him and find him working his hand on his dick, I just about orgasm on the spot.

“Noah,” I groan and stare at his cock.

“Like that, Sunshine.” I nod and he lifts the back of my dress, laying it over my shoulders. I have never felt so wide open or exposed before and I like everything about it. “Would you like it better if I put it inside you?”

“Uh huh.”

He gently tugs on my panties, just bringing them to my knees. Why does having sex like this, with our clothes still on, feel so…dirty.

He pushes another finger into me, but dammit, I’m wet and hot and so freaking ready for him.

“Please,” I beg and rock against him. He moves closer and I stop breathing when he rubs the damp tip of his cock all over my cheeks, marking me with his cum.

I rest my chin against the bookshelves as he removes his fingers and pushes the crown of his cock against my opening. I groan as he offers me an inch, his hands going to my hips, his fingers gripping my soft flesh for leverage.

“Fuck, you are so tight, Sunshine.”

“Noah, please, more.”

“This what you want?” He inches into me, stretching my body. My sex gives around his cock, softening to take him in an he leans over me, his teeth scraping along my back.

“Yes,” I murmur, being careful not to cry out and wake his daughter. If he doesn’t finish what I started, I could very well melt into a puddle at his feet.

I try to open my legs, and a thrill goes through me as my panties prevent me from moving very much. God, I like being open for him, but being restrained like this comes with its own pleasure.

I’ve never had sex like this, never knew the position could hit me hard in all the right spots. “Ohmigod, Noah.” He drives deeper and my sex swallows every inch he’s giving me. His hands leave my hips and one goes around to play with my clit as the other goes to my breast, toying with my nipple through two layers of fabric. Why is this so damn erotic?

I move and grind and cry and whimper, and when he picks up the pace, slamming into me like a man on a mission, I let go around him. Hot cum drips from my core and coats his penetrating cock.

“Brighton,” he grunts out, pounding in once, twice and then stilling inside me as he releases, filling my body with his hot seed. I close my eyes as the warmth of his release curls through my womb, taking me to places I’ve never been before. Why is sex so good with him?

Maybe because I know it’s for fun. Sex for sex. We can be free and open, taking and giving what we want. No need to pretend it’s anything else because neither of us want that. Or maybe because it’s not really sex for sex, and I’m feeling something so much deeper.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

“You okay Sunshine?”

“Yeah, why?” I pant out as I dig my fingers into the empty bookshelf.

“You went a bit quiet, and that’s odd for you.”

“Very funny,” I shoot back and as he leans over my body, his chuckle rumbles through me. “Just trying to catch my breath, while thinking about the positions you like putting me in.”

“You like them too, right?”

My heart wobbles. I really like how he checks in with me like that. “I like them too, J-bone.”

“Jesus, can we not.” I laugh and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me up until I’m completely pressed against him. He puts his other hand around my throat and tilts my head back until it’s on his chest. Warm lips brush the side of my forehead and he moans softly. “I don’t regret that position at all.”

We stay like that for a long time and I enjoy his strong heartbeat against my back. As it slows, I turn, and my dress falls to my thighs. My underwear, however, is still hovering around my knees.

He bends and his warm, wet fingers trail the outside of my thighs until they reach my panties. “Didn’t even manage to get these off.”

“I kind of like that,” I admit a bit sheepishly, which is insane after the way I seduced him and rode him with zero inhibitions.

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