Page 143 of Headstrong Like Us
“Maximoff.” He’s now a heartbeat away from calling me pure. Great, and all of a sudden he hovers over me. He combs a hand through his hair before planting his palm beside my shoulder. His lips are quirked. “It happens.”
“You sucked my dick for a millisecond and I came like a fifth grader.”
“It was longer than a millisecond.” He’s trying really hard not to laugh, in case you were wondering. “It’s not a big deal. You get hard easily. We can keep going.”
I lick my lips. “I know, but sex is one of the things that I excel at. Like A-plus-plus-plus, top marks, gold stars, and fucking fireworks. I’ve never been a shit lay.”
His brows rise. “You are the most arrogant lay.”
“Thank you,” I say with a nod.
“You’re welcome.” He can’t restrain a laugh. “Just because you came fast doesn’t mean you’re bad at sex. It just means you really enjoyed my mouth around your cock.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Farrow hasn’t blown me in weeks, I think.Haven’t been counting.Still trying not to board the obsessive train.
“It wasn’t bad for you?” I ask.
He gives me a look like I’m way younger. Just six years. “Making you come is never bad. It’s one of my favorite things.”
I ease back at this reminder. “Alright.” I clutch his strong shoulder, and slowly, our lips collide again. He grinds against me this time, and we’re aching, shuddering flesh. We shed the rest of our clothes. Until we’re nothing but skin and sweat and pent-up, taut pleasure.
My muscular legs are on either side of his MMA build, and I feel the cold lube against my hole before his finger slips inside.
Pressure mounts, sensitive places light up and dizzy me, and a deep moan rumbles from my chest out of my throat.Jesus Christ.
“Fuck,” Farrow says, gritting down on his teeth as his arousal barrels through him. Our eyes connect with this love-fueled desire, want, andneed.
We’re together. Intimately, territorially, domestically, and lovingly.
This is our home, but we’re hanging onto a dreamlike future that could slip through our fingers. Whisked away like a cotton candy cloud. The family we’re building.
That fact has been silent between us for a while.
In these moments when we’re alone and more vulnerable, I feel this rush up in me. Slight fear, and I just know that being with him has to be enough. In case it all comes crashing down.
Farrow nips my bottom lip, and sweat bubbles up across his muscles, my muscles. We hold each other, and his fingers pulse inside me.
Fuck.I groan against his jaw, and I rub his thick, warm length. Headiness swathes us like we’re swimming in bottomless pools.
“Farrow,” I moan. “Just fuck me, please.Fuck.” Tears crest the corners of my eyes. I harden, my cock standing at attention.
He carefully pulls his fingers out and positions himself against me, kneeling. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, spreading me. I’m not the most flexible guy ever, but I get the job done.
With a hand on his shaft, he guides his erection and fills me achingly slow. My muscles vibrate. I bite down at the pinch, but really, my head is spinning in eagerness and impatience.
Farrow places a palm on my flexed abs. “Relax for me.”
“I am.”I’m not.
I’m just so fucking turned on. Anticipating.
He skims my body and shifts, bringing my other leg up against his chest. My ankles rest on his shoulders. The vulnerability in this position seizes every damn inch of me.Fuck me.I have a hand on my head, the other clutches his waist.
My heart is thrashing in my ribcage. I’m on the ascent and dying for the free-fall. He slides in, and my breath hitches. He quickly leans forward, my thighs still his. Our foreheads press together.
He’s close enough that I clutch onto his biceps. My calves now on either side of his neck.
