Page 71 of Romance Languages

“Yeah. Don’t stop.”I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I couldn’t violate my own rule. I bucked my hips to meet his thrust, imagining him plunging deeper inside me.

The friction of our jeans mashing together could start a forest fire.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted out. He curled a finger through my hair, a soft caress amid all this heat. “I think…I’m actually going to come.”

“I think…I am, too.” I was a leaking mess under my jeans. My dick was hard and aching with want from not being touched. I silently begged for relief. Please God, let Seamus’s hand slip and accidentally land on my crotch. The slightest touch would be all I need to finish.

“I want you to come so bad. Soak your fucking jeans,” I dared him. “I can’t wait for you to do this for real. Stuff my tight hole with your thick cock. Fuck me until I can’t breathe. Fill me with your hot come.”

Since I couldn’t find relief through touch, I got it through amping up the dirty talk.

“Holy fuck! I love your filthy mouth, baby.”

I was about to continue when Seamus collapsed on top of me and mashed his lips onto mine.

Rule shattered.

Obliterated.

Pretty Woman? I don’t know her.

His kiss sent me to another planet in another solar system. His lips were warm, a bit salty, everything I’d dreamed about. His tongue slipped into my mouth, flicking against mine, sparks and heat combusting inside me.

He groaned against my lips as his body clenched, every muscle in his back tight. He thrust once more before unleashing a primal grunt. Seamus’s pants were suddenly anything but dry.

“Shit. I can’t believe I came like this.”

I wasn’t there yet, but I was painfully close. My body squirmed in glorious torture.

“Put your hand on my dick,” I pleaded, a desperate madman. I grabbed his hand and shoved it onto my crotch.

“Come for me, baby.” He rubbed my erection, glaringly visible through the denim.

I cried out at his touch, relief like no other. Waves of come flooded my boxers. Seamus reached inside and ran a finger through my mess.

“Damn, you came a lot. It’s like the time of Noah down there.”

I threw a hand over my face. I didn’t know ejaculation levels could be a cause for embarrassment, but here we were.

“I’m no better.” He pushed my hand into his jeans, and I immediately was covered in him. “Maybe next time we dry hump, we should wear adult diapers.”

We burst out laughing, our glee filling the room. I’d always thought that sex was supposed to be awkward and serious. People weren’t supposed to laugh. Yet here we were, and it was the most natural thing in the world.

“If that was frottage, then I can’t wait for the real thing.”

“Man, I should be dry humping more often. That was hot.” His cheeks flushed with color. “Hey, I’m sorry about kissing you.”

“Oh.” Even though we were clothed, I felt oddly exposed.

“I just got so into it. I was close, I needed something to push me over the edge. I broke yourPretty Womanrule. I’m a bad prostitute.”

“That’s okay. Things happen in the heat of sex, or so I’ve heard,” I said, deflated. I wished his kiss had been real rather than a means to an end. It would be hard to forget.

“You’re a good kisser, by the way.” He smoothed a thumb down my cheek. For a moment, I thought (and wished) he would kiss me again. “Next time, it’s the real thing. Get ready, Jules.”

For the big event, I would lock up all feelings for Seamus deep in my chest and resist the urge to swoon at his heat-of-the-moment kisses. We would have powerful, amazing, emotionless sex.

I would be ready.

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