Page 50 of Estranged Heart
Appearing shy again, he bites his lower lip and leans toward the passenger side to get his jeans. After grabbing what he needs, he tosses them on the seat and hands me the packet.
“I guess I’m doing the honors then.”
“I’d prefer if you did. I have no experience with it. You probably know more than me. At least it seems like you would with how you . . . Not that I’m assuming—”
I press a finger to his lips. “Relax. I got you, Sunshine.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. You don’t have to do that with me.”
The tension in his body lessens and he watches in anticipation as I squirt lube onto my fingers. He’s so curious about everything, not wanting to miss anything I’m doing with my hands. I blow warm breath over the cool liquid and his gaze follows my fingers, craning his neck to see them disappear between his cheeks.
He rocks his body as I’m rubbing over his hole and I’m not sure he knows he is doing it. He’s so eager and needy, his sounds matching his movements. In some ways he reminds me of Landon but in others he doesn’t. Like now. He’s all him, his lashes fluttering and long neck stretching back as I slide a finger past his entrance. I’m not used to prepping someone, and I like it way more than I thought I would.
He’s so warm and welcoming, his hole like a vise around my finger as I go deeper.
“Ohh.” His eyes roll back, his breaths stuttering as he lifts his ass to give me more access. Oh, he’s loving this and pressing down on my finger, his face lighting up in the dark.
I twist and curl my finger, earning me more sexy sounds. They go right to my cock and I feel like I could come from his reactions alone. I slide in and out of him a few times before adding a second digit, and after a while he starts to ride me, rocking his hips faster when I find his sweet spot.
“Oh, fuck.”
“You really do like this, don’t you, Sunshine? You’re practically glowing. And those beautiful sounds you keep making. You’remaking my cock really jealous of my fingers right now, you know that?”
“It feels so good. Fuck, it feels so good.”
“That’s your prostate. You like having it rubbed? You like having your hole fucked?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. I think I’m going to come.”
I slide my hand up his shirt, caressing one of his nipples, and his hole pulsates around my fingers, his breaths coming out in pants. He slams down harder, rolling back and forth, chasing his orgasm. Eyes rolling back, he sucks in a deep breath, his underwear soaking wet when I rub over the front.
“So beautiful.” I kiss his face, slowly pulling my fingers out, and he goes still in my arms. I hold him close, not letting go until he’s moving back into the passenger seat.
“I’m sorry,” he says, eyes frantic as he remembers where we are. He was too drunk with need and want to care before. It’s like he’s starting to view everything clearly again now that he’s sated.
“What did I tell you about saying that word when you don’t need to?”
He fidgets with his shirt. “Force of habit, I guess.”
“One I plan to help you break, at least with me. If I hear you say it again when you’ve done nothing wrong then I won’t let you come next time, you hear?”
“O-kay.”
I smile at something flashing in his eyes. So damn curious and ready to explore anything I throw at him. I could get used to this. Landon liked things how he liked them and that was it. “We should probably get out of here before some cop shows up and we get a ticket for public indecency.”
“Yeah. Shit. Didn’t even think of that.” He reaches for his pants and quickly tugs them on, wrinkling his nose when he glances inside his underwear. “I need to get home and shower anyway.”
“Or we could go for a late night swim.” What am I saying? I don’t get in the water, but I don’t want him to leave yet, and if he goes home who knows when I’ll get this again. I’m not ready to be alone in the dark. To be without my sunshine.
“You’ll swim with me?” His eyes blink slowly and he bites on his lower lip.
“I will.” My words are too fast for my brain, and by the time I realize what I’ve agreed to I’m being dragged toward the water, unable to turn back once half our bodies are submerged.
He’s wearing only his underwear and I have on all my clothes, minus my flips flops. I clench up at first, the water feeling like glass around me the deeper we go. Then he wraps his legs and arms around me, lessening the tightness in my chest. He’s all I see and all I feel. Nothing good has happened to me in the water. Not until today.
“I told you I could change your mind.” He waggles his brows, dragging us under the light post.
