Page 52 of The Reality of Us
“Like this?” he asked, pumping his finger. “Or this?” He moved more slowly, drawing lazy circles with his tongue. It was so like Owen to quiz her while she was in the middle of the best oral sex of her life. Her hips started to move, and she swore she felt his smile against her skin. His free hand snaked up, across her body, plucking at her breasts, squeezing, and rolling her nipples until she’d almost lost her mind, a clanging noise building between her ears.
“Owen,” she gasped, hips jerking against his face, but he sucked hard, moved faster, pushed her higher.
She squeezed her eyes shut, colours exploding behind them. The sound he made, positively dripping with pleasure, had her arching her back, burying her fingers in his hair.
He licked her softly until she’d stopped pulsing. When he stood and reached for her, it took her two tries to sit up properly. Her bones had been replaced with wet noodles. Owen wiped his face with his shirt, her eyes drinking in his torso, the dips and ridges he earned with all his time at the gym. His skin had a sheen of sweat, a few beads sliding down the mountain range that was his abs. She wanted to chase them with her tongue.
Alice scooted off the counter, stumbling as she stood and pressed her naked body against him. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against her stomach, and she undid them. They got stuck around his thighs, and he kicked them off.
When she reached for him, wrapping her hand around his hard length, he sucked in a breath, his hand stilling hers. He chuckled a little, dropping his head to her shoulder. He smelt even muskier now, a tantalising mixture of him and her. “I need a minute,” he mumbled against her collarbone.
She pinched his side or rather, tried to pinch. He was so built there wasn’t any excess skin to grab. “I thought you said this would be fast?” she teased.
Owen’s chuckle deepened, the sound zapping around her body like a wayward current. “I also said I’d make it worth your while, which I’m pretty sure I did.” He gripped her hips, nudging against where she was softest, and wettest. She squeezed his cock gently, revelling in the way skin so soft could conceal such hardness.
She lifted one shoulder, arranged her face into a bland smile. God, she was desperate to hear his chuckle again. She wanted more of everything with him, especially the side he didn’t show most people. “It was okay, I guess.”
Her hand moved once, twice. Firm strokes that made Owen clench his jaw tightly, hiss out a sharp breath. He tipped Alice’s head towards his, capturing her lips in a scorching kiss that stole her breath, made it hard to think properly. Someone moaned loudly. It might’ve been her.
Smugness rolled across his face, his lips twitching. Playful Owen was more dangerous than she’d ever imagined. “Just okay?”
“Slightly better than okay.”
His smile turned predatory. He reached for his pants, twisting his body away from her slightly as he fished his wallet out of one of the pockets.
She stepped forward, splaying her hands across the back of his shoulder. “You’ve got a tattoo!” she cried, looking at the tree inked there. The design was simple: a black tree outline underneath a full moon.
“Did you think I was too much of a rule follower?” he asked, kissing her neck. Alice shifted in his arms, one of her hands pressing against his chest, the thump thump thump of his heart vibrating underneath it. When she pushed him away, Owen released her immediately, watching her with eyes filled with longing.
She scattered kisses across his chest, licked those delicious abs and was about to drop to her knees when he shook his head, nudging her backwards. “Next time,” he said. “I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside you now.”
It was Alice’s turn to growl as he pulled a condom out of his wallet.
“There you are, Boy Scout,” she teased as she took it from him, tearing open the foil. They both watched as she rolled it down his thick length, groaning in unison as he pushed a finger inside her.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
She’d never realised his eyes weren’t just brown. There were little flecks of gold, a band of green around his iris. This man was always surprising her.
She leant forward, capturing his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into hers. “Would you please just take me, now?”
“Alice. God.” He gripped her hips tightly, his breathing ragged. She shuddered when he nudged inside her.
Oh, wow.
He pushed all the way in, and Alice grabbed the edge of the countertop, spreading her legs wider. Then he began to move. Slow, shallow thrusts that made her bite her lip, wonder how no one else had ever made her feel this way. With one hand, he hitched her leg over his hip, driving into her faster and faster, the kitchen filling with the sound of their bodies moving against each other.
“Do you think you can come again?” Owen ground out, his rhythm never wavering.
Alice tipped her head back, his mouth immediately sucking on her neck. “Maybe,” she whimpered, letting go of the counter. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the muscles in his back flexing and contracting. He ground into her, his hand tightening around her thigh so he could go deeper, make her wilder.
“What do you need?”
You was all she thought. A low moan slipped from her mouth.
Alice buried her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth towards hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking and stroking in time with his thrusts. Each time he rocked forward, she pushed down to meet him. A realisation hit her square in the chest: in this moment, she’d follow him anywhere, trust he wouldn’t lead her down the wrong path.
“So good,” Owen hissed between kisses, snaking his hand between her thighs, pressing down where she needed him most.
