Page 17 of Crash with Me
“But I’ve been known to make a few sounds of my own.”
He winces. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “I’m never going to survive.”
“Why’s that?”
“If you must know…”
“I think I must.”
“I’m already hard as a rock.” He clenches his jaw. “And I think I might explode if I hear you making noises like that.”
My jaw falls open. “Seriously?”
“Deathly seriously.” He reaches for my hand. “May I?”
I nod dumbly, my lips parting in anticipation. My breath catches as he turns on his side and brings my hand toward him.
My fingers brush over his cock. I gasp, even as I marvel at the smooth skin, and the rock hard steel that stands strong below inch after inch.
He’s a big boy. A thick boy. I nibble on my bottom lip as I wrap my fingers around him.
He lets out a moan of his own as I stroke him. Up and down. Pumping his already hard shaft. Letting every catch of his breath, every groan, guide me.
Turning on my own side so I can get a better grip, I slide my other hand across his chest. Tracing circles in the smattering of hair. Scraping my nails around his nipples.
Watching the pleasure play across his face. Watching his dark eyes watching me, going hazy the more I move. I’ve never felt more powerful.
Being the reason this strong, hulking man comes apart makes me feel like a queen.
“Fuck, Heidi.” His lips are parted. His breath comes in gasps. “I won’t last long.”
“Then don’t.” I give him a gentle squeeze, and he hisses. “Let go.”
“But… I should… You should get to… First.” He sucks in another breath. “I should make you come first.”
“You can owe me one.” I pump my fists a little faster. Sliding my thumb along the bulging vein of his perfect cock. “Besides. I want you to enjoy your first massage. We can’t let this guy and his needs get in the way.”
“Heidi… I… I…” I give him one more squeeze, and he shouts, “Fuck!”
Warm liquid shoots out from his cock, covering my fingers, covering my belly with the force of his release.
My own breath comes in gasps. My body is alive, electric even.
“That was…” Seth gives a shaky laugh.
He cradles the back of my head and pulls me closer, capturing my lips in a kiss. This one isn’t like the other. It isn’t searching or exploring.
It’s searing.
Branding.
Claiming, as if he’s declaring that I’m his with that one kiss.
We’re both panting when we pull apart.
“That was incredible. You’re incredible” He searches my eyes. “I want to do that for you.”
“And you can but—” The knock at our door interrupts me. I give a nod toward it. “We’re out of town.”
