Page 56 of The Best Book Boyfriend
She lets out a gargled moan, curls her fingers into my hair, gripping tightly as her hips buck and roll. My tongue thrusts deep inside her, but I want to make her explode. Dragging it to her clit, I suck that tight nub in between my lips, sending her eyes back in her head. She rocks herself against me and I can feel her pulsing, twisting and squirming as she gets closer and closer until finally she covers her mouth with both hands and screams my name. Just past the peak of her orgasm, I turn my head and suck hard into the shake of her inner thigh, knowing I’ll think about this moment for the rest of my life.
Matthew and Briony aren’t done yet, and neither are we, though I let Kara catch her breath, leaning back on my heels and lowering her to my lap. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, tasting her orgasm, licking the wetness from my lips. That’s not in the book, but no way am I complaining.
“Are you OK?” I whisper into her ear, nipping at the lobe with my teeth.
“Yes,” she answers through ragged breath. “Yes. More.”
It’s all the permission I need. People say you’re an ass man or a tits man, well right now I’m aneverythingman and I need to see all of Kara. I reach around to unhook her bra, pleased that I manage it quickly and haven’t regressed to a clueless teenager. She arches her back, presses against me and I dip to trace my tongue down her neck, tasting the salty heat of hot skin. Further I go, hands roaming her back, gripping fistfuls of perfect ass while my tongue swirls over one tight nipple.
I can’t believe we’re doing this. I’ve played it out in my head so much, certain we’d have a nice dinner, joke around a little and that would be it. As much as I hoped it would lead to this, only in my hottest middle of the night dreams did I imagine I’d be sweeping Kara to the floor, legs lifting until thighs grip my hips, hands tugging through my hair as I suck her nipple, teasing, biting before giving the other the same attention.
She lands on the floor of my hallway with a gasp. I worry I’ve hurt her, but it doesn’t stop her scrambling with the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Her hands stroke across my chest, down to my stomach, where she makes the most incredible noise. I go somewhere completely off the planet, feeling her press her fingers into my skin.
She must know how hard I am, the length of me solid against the crease of her hip as she pulls me closer. In the book, Matthew doesn’t ask Briony what she wants to happen next, he just goes for it, but I’m too self-conscious. If this isn’t what Kara wants, I’ll never forgive myself. Before I can think about it too much, she’s unbuckling my belt, yanking it fully free from my trousers. Her hands make quick work of my zipper and I suck at her mouth, groaning when she reaches inside my boxers and palms my dick.Holy fucking shit.It’s so long since I’ve been touched this way I might come any second.
I pull back, releasing myself from her grip so I can push the rest of my clothes off, throwing them down the hallway when I’m finally free. It’s just me and her now, skin to skin and nothing in between. I hover over her, precariously on the knife edge of wanting to be deep inside her and never wanting this to end.
“Condom?” she whimpers against my mouth.
“Condom. Yes.”Fuck.I break our kiss and lean forward, reaching up over her head for my trousers. Thank fuck Rob made me buy them. It was a shoot for the moon moment when I remembered to stash one into my pocket on the way out, though I now regret flinging my trousers so far when I took them off. I don’t regret it for long. Kara lifts her head, running her tongue from my sternum to my belly button, then taking a chunk of my flesh near my hip in between her teeth. I yelp, but it’s so hot and unexpected and I want to bite her back.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, soothing the pain with a gentle kiss. “Stomachs. I warned you I had a thing.” I’m utterly speechless, concentrating on getting the condom on without fucking it up, when I remember the spot that she showed me on her back during our sofa confessions. If I only have this one night with her, I can’t end it without seeing if what she told me is true. With my knees straddling her, I slip my hands underneath the small of her back and flip her over.
She is heaven from this angle. I could look at her like this for hours, but I also wish I could see her face, catch her expression when she realises what’s coming next. She turns her head to the side, resting it on the backs of her hands. I lean forward to sweep her hair away to one side, planting soft kisses along her jaw, down to her neck, teasing the shell of her ear along the way. I trace my tongue between her shoulder blades, savouring the taste of her smooth skin. She is perfectly still except for her ass pressing up, grinding hard. I retaliate with a hard suck between her shoulders and her entire body spasms underneath me, a possessed moan escaping her throat. This is so much better than what I’ve imagined, alone, late at night, unable to get her out of my head.
I grab a handful of her hip, my fingers digging into her as I take another bite, sucking harder this time. She jerks again, pushing her hips up into me, wriggling impatiently against my dick. There’s no doubt what she needs. I soothe her reddening skin with soft kisses, trailing them down to the small of her back, taunting her with the faintest drag of my teeth. She has the most incredible dimples at the base of her spine and my dick twitches at the way she shudders when I lick them both, blowing cool air across her skin. Kneeling between her legs, I spread mine farther, nudging her wide open. Smoothing my hand over her ass, I go in for the third firm suck at the side of her back and force the breath from her chest, burying two fingers into her up to the hilt. She wasn’t lying, everything is connected. I feel her grip around my hand until—
“Fuck, Luke, no.” She thumps the floor with tight fists. “It’s too much, it’s too good.”
I pull away and she twists onto her back. “No more teasing. I need you now.” She repositions herself, legs hooked around me, and it’s time I follow Matthew’s lead again. When I tease the tip of my dick inside her, she melts beneath me, but her eyes never leave mine. We’re in this together, falling without fear.
I’m blindsided by how good she feels, can’t get enough, easing into her inch by inch. That feeling changes with every thrust, every second hotter than the one before, I’m harder than I even thought possible. I want to make this so good for her, but I’m never going to last long like this. I can already feel the heat growing inside me, the telltale tingle in my spine.
Captive inside her, I lock her fingers into mine and lift her arms above her head, just like Matthew does. I cover her face and neck with hungry kisses, loving the way she mewls as my hips find their rhythm and grind into hers. Her moans vibrate against my cheek and I wish I knew what was going on in her brain. I want to hear that dirty mouth again, telling me every thought she’s had about me. Pressing my body deeper into hers, I hold tight and roll us so she can straddle me, but my hallway is considerably narrower than Matthew’s and we both laugh when I accidentally bash her into the wall.
“Fuck,” she rubs her hip with one hand.
“Shit, are you OK?”
“Yeah, just let me… ohhh.” She adjusts her position and doesn’t waste a second before bouncing on my dick.
Kara Wilson. Is bouncing. On. My. Dick.
I let her chase her own pleasure, blissfully happy to watch her grind her hips against me. Eyes closed, lips flushed from my kisses, teasing her nipples tight between her fingers and thumbs. She’s so hot, so good, so Kara. ‘They’re not too sensitive, you can be a little rough with them.’ That’s what she said that night on the sofa. I reach up and swat her hands away, replacing them with mine. I’m desperate to be the one responsible for every sensation her body is feeling right now.
We’re way off script now. Briony doesn’t end up on top, but I don’t care and it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the throb of her tight around me, the buck of my hips up into her, the pressure of my nails as I grip her skin and pull her down hard. I stroke down her thighs, then back up again, adding friction where our bodies meet. The look on her face is unreal. She throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut. One hand flies to her mouth, helpless to contain her moans.
“Stay with me, stay with me,” I beg. I’m so close, aching to come with her. When she lilts forward, I grab her face with one hand, fist her hair with the other, and dare to breathe Matthew’s words I’ve been aching to say into her mouth. “Where are you?”
She locks her eyes on mine and, to the rhythm of her bucking hips and hitching breath she tells me. “I’m. Right. Fucking. Here.”
That’s it. I’m gone. Explosions. Stardust. Obliterated. Kara presses her forehead to mine. Our bodies smash together and the wave of her orgasm crashes over me with her gasping into my mouth. She’s so fucking gorgeous, shuddering around me, and everything tightens when I drive my hips up and spill into the condom between us.
I’ve already left a five-star review forLove To Loathe You, but that’s not enough. I’ll need to send the author flowers, chocolates, free coffee for life. The past thirty seconds, fifteen minutes, four hours have been otherworldly, and I’d never have had them without this favourite filthy book of hers.
Kara collapses to my chest and presses her cheek to my heart as she sucks in air. I tuck her hair behind her ear, and stroke my hands up and down her back, suddenly aware that there’s no heating in the hallway and she’s covered in goosebumps. The sound of her breath slows to normal and I don’t want to move, don’t want to snap out of this alternate reality. I want to be Matthew and Briony just a little longer.
Except… a warm feeling spreads through my chest when it dawns on me. It wasn’t Matthew’s name she was moaning.
