Page 16 of Dirty Little Mistake

Just. There.

The anticipation coiled tight in my gut, threatening to snap. When her mouth finally brushed against me, the contact seared hotter than any steam.

Her lips brushed against my tip, and my eyes eased open as the heat of her breath overpowered the shower's steam. Her tongue swiped out, tasting the evidence of my arousal, and it was almost enough for me to come undone.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned. "Don't tease me; I'm not sure I can handle it."

Her lips twitched into a smirk as she flicked her tongue out, teasing my wide head. "Like this?" she purred, teasing me.

"Open that pretty mouth," I grunted, "and slide my cock down that tight throat." I wanted to fuck her face, tangle my hand deep in her hair and hold her tight while I pumped myself in and out deep in her throat, but I restrained myself from taking control yet. "Fuck my cock with that hot wet mouth."

Her lips parted, and she opened wide as she slid me in. She pushed me deeper, the heat of her curling around me as she slowly pulled back before repeating, this time a little deeper. Her pace increased, sucking me deep, and I couldn't fight the urge.

"Drop your hands." I groaned as I flexed inside her mouth. "I'm going to fuck that pretty face." My hands slid into her hair, gripping tight as she dropped her hands to her thighs. "Spread those fucking thighs for me." She shifted her weight as I continued to rock my hips back and forth, stroking my head on her lips, and she spread her legs wide. "Play with yourself." Her hand slipped between her thighs. "I want you to play with that tight pussy until you come with me."

I teased the head of my cock against her full lips as I watched her hand move between her thigh rubbing her clit. Fuck... My grip tightened in her hair as I tugged, tilting her head slightly to give me the perfect angle to slide down her throat. Her heated gaze met mine as she stared up through her long, dark lashes.

Sliding in, I worked myself deep, muffling her moans. She gagged as I pushed myself a little deeper, popping through thatthroat barrier, and a sharp hiss left me when her throat flexed tightly around me. I pulled out.

"You ready?" She hummed a yes. "Because I'm about to come down that tight little throat, and I want you to come with me." I thrust my hips forward, pumping in and out each time, pushing deeper, and she built a tight suction around me, increasing the friction.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so fucking good." I held myself deep for a moment and then jerked myself out. This time, I increased my pace, pumping deeper, harder, faster. I sucked in a sharp breath and held it.

I’m right fucking there…

The pressure built mercilessly. "I'm about to come. You ready?" Her moan vibrated through me, pushing me closer to the edge. Her eyes locked with mine as her hand worked faster between her thighs, her whole body beginning to quiver. The sight of her chasing her own release shattered my control. I held her steady, desperate thrusts growing erratic, until pleasure crashed over me in waves. Her throat worked eagerly, taking everything I gave her.

She pulled back, gasping for air.

"Did you come with me?"

"Oh my god," she panted. "I don't think I've ever come so hard."

Fuck, she was hot. I reached down, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her to her feet.

"I don't know if my legs work yet." She huffed out a laugh.

"I got you." I pulled her tight against me. "You want to finish the cold shower or go to bed."

"Bed, definitely bed."

I scooped her up and carried her out of the shower, grabbing a couple of towels on my way out of the bathroom.

I was in so much trouble because I didn't want to leave her.

Chapter 7

Camryn

Lounging under the dark sky, filled with tiny little stars and a full moon, on an old plastic pool lounger by the hotel pool, I pulled my feet up to my butt as Trystan straddled the width of the chair before dropping onto the seat.

Everyone had left to travel home this morning, but Trystan talked me into staying for another day. It wasn't like I had anything pressing to get back to, so I agreed.

We'd spent all day together cuddling in the hotel room, exploring Broadway, talking and laughing, acting like a real couple with real chemistry, but I had to remind myself that in just a few days, he'd be gone, and while he lived out his rockstar fantasy I'd be here.

As much as I wanted to believe this thing between us was real, and maybe it was right now, once he left, he would have endless opportunities, including unlimited amounts of beautiful women throwing themselves at him.

Long fingers curled around my ankles. He tugged, spreading my legs to slip over his as he slid up, his thighs settling under my knees. "So what's the deal with boxing?"

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