Page 271 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 1

The vibration from his chest is felt as soon as the sound reaches my ears. “Your taunts are actually tempting,” he says, angling down to place a kiss just beneath my ear. The man knows how to tempt. “And teasing. Do you know how hard it?—”

“No, tell me how hard it was.” I lick my lips and then bite the bottom one, feeling just how hard it is.

Releasing my hand, he moves beside me and throws his arm over my shoulders. We start walking like we’ve walked arm in arm for years.It’s nice. “I can’t say I’m upset we’re going to your place to ‘hang out’ after that comment. But I have to ask, how much farther?”

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Tatum

Tryingto riddle through what my relationship with Harrison Decker is would take a genius. I don’t have the time or interest. I just like the feel of his lips on mine and the way he holds me as if I’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

We didn’t quite make it to the bedroom. Pinned to the hall wall, he forces his lips from mine, and then he drops to his knees, not so upset about me wearing a short skirt when it benefits him.

It flies up, and he ducks under, pressing his nose to the apex of my legs. I still with my palms to the wall behind me. Hot breath engulfs, and then the air is sucked right back in. “Fucking hell,” he moans right before he cups me with his mouth and does it again.

My knees go weak, so I anchor a hand on the top of his head for extra support. His short nails gently scrape down my outer thighs as he takes the cotton thong down to my ankles.

I step out of one side then the other, and then rest back again, closing my eyes and wondering if I’m going to survive his mouth on me. He takes no prisoners, and my vagina is next in line. Lord have mercy, I can’t wait.

Anxious for more, I ask, “How are you doing down there?”

A finger is dragged through the split of my lips, and he leans forward to kiss. “So good.”

The finger is replaced with his tongue, and the mercy I prayed for isn’t granted. He thrusts like he’s rushing against the clock, licking me with the flat of his tongue before returning to finish me. My leg is lifted over his shoulder, and the other is wedged against my other leg. He fucks me with his tongue and fingers, relentless in his pursuit to send over the edge without a chance to take a breath.

Holding on to his head with both hands, I feel the orgasm building, blooming, reaching the far edges of my body until I can’t hold it inside. “Oh my God, Decker.”

My body pulses, the weight on my leg giving way as the back of my head hits the wall behind me. I suck in a harsh breath before letting the sensations take over. Darkness fills the inside of my lids and then sparks of ecstasy light up my body like the Fourth of July.

It’s quick, like I was, leaving my breath heavy in my chest but feeling so good.How does he already know my body so well?I pull my skirt off his head to reveal him resting his forehead against my lower belly. His breathing matches mine, his shoulders rising and falling as well. He looks up. “Did you call me Decker when you came?”

Laughter escapes me as he lowers my leg, steadying me. “I did.”

He’s chuckling as he straightens my skirt and holds me by the waist. “That’s a first.”

Fisting the front of his shirt, I pull him closer, kiss his lips, and then whisper against them, “If you’re not careful, I could get used to this hanging out business.”

“As long as you’re only hanging out with me, I’m good with it.”

Veiled jealousy perhaps. At least I know I’m not alone in it.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. “Want to hang out in the bedroom so I can return the favor?”

“No. I’m good,” he replies casually as though he doesn’t want to be a bother.

News Flash: I’m happy to be hot and bothered if I’m with him.

Staring at him in astonishment and a little horniness I was hoping to satisfy, I ask, “What do you mean you’re good?”

He cups my face and kisses me softly, my scent lightly coating his hands and mouth. “I mean, I’m good, baby. It gets me off to get you off.”

“But—”

“No buts, remember?” Stroking my hair away from my face, he tucks it behind my ears. “Unless you insist. I won’t deny your needs. Not ever.”

I’m touched by his generosity and the sincerity in his tone, but then I say, “Yeah, I insist,” because I need to feel him inside me again like last time. No walls or barriers—physically or emotionally—both of us in the raw, in this together.

He brings out something I never felt with anyone else, a craving to deepen the connection. I’ve never been this way, gone without a condom before, and now I’m hoping he didn’t think to stop at the store.

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