Page 41 of Stick Break
“How about we get you a little more comfortable?” I murmur.
I gently guide him back, nudging and coaxing until he’s stretched out on the bed, flat on his back. That gorgeous body—all lean muscle and heat—invites me in like a siren song. I crawl over him, letting his cock press into my belly as I slide up his chest. My lips find his mouth, and I lick along the seam before diving into a kiss that’s deep and slow and full of everything we’ve been holding back.
When our tongues tangle, I taste myself on him—intimate, raw, intoxicating—and it only makes me hungrier.
He threads his fingers through my hair, sweeping it away from my face so he can see me. Really see me. And then he whispers, voice hoarse and full of want, “I want to be inside you. I need to fuck you, Char.”
A tremor rolls through me. I could give in right now. I want to.
But I also want to drive him just a little bit crazy first.
“There are so many things I want to do to your cock,” I whisper, tracing his lips with mine. “It’s only fair… don’t you think?”
He groans, eyes squeezing shut. “Babe, if you put your mouth on me again, this moment is going to be over before it starts—and I need to be inside you.”
I pretend to ponder that, tapping my chin. “Hmm. Dilemma. We had a bed dilemma earlier and solved it like pros… so now we just do what any reasonable adults would do.”
His brow lifts, half-wild with tension. “And what’s that?”
“We go for round two later.”
His grin is immediate and devastating, like I just handed him the moon. I move my hips, grinding slowly against him, letting the thick ridge of his cock slide against me through slick heat. His breath stutters, and then?—
“Fuck,” he grits out, hands flying to his head as he grabs fistfuls of his own hair.
I freeze. “What?” I ask, eyes narrowing as I search his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck,” he breathes, his chest heaving as he pushes up on his elbows, eyes stormy. “I… I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t bring any. I wasn’t planning…” He trails off, and then cups my face like I’m something precious, like he can’t believe I’m real. “You.”
That one word, wrapped in softness and awe, hits me straight in the heart. Untangles something tight in my chest I didn’t even realize I’d knotted up.
“I wasn’t expecting you either,” I whisper back, voice a little shaky with the weight of everything we didn’t plan but still somehow landed right in the middle of.
He exhales, resigned. “Which means you didn’t bring any either… and it’s too late to go out tonight.”
“There’s always tomorrow.”
He kisses me lightly. “Yeah. First thing tomorrow. As soon as the store opens, I’m buying every damn box they have.”
I laugh. “Every box? I’m only here for a week, Big Bear.”
He levels me with a serious look. “Exactly. And I plan to take advantage of every single day… at least three times a day.”
A thrill hums low in my belly at how much he wants me. “Then I guess we don’t have a problem after all.” I wiggle my brows and start sliding down his body. “Because if you can’t be inside me tonight, then there’s really no reason to hold anything back, is there?”
His cock pulses against my belly, and I don’t wait—I wrap my hand around him, warm and eager. He grabs the back of my head. “There is a reason to hold back… I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I flash him a dirty grin. “Oh no, Rip. You are coming in my mouth. And maybe all over my face, too. Fair’s fair after what I did to you.”
He groans, like I just ruined his life in the best way. “Jesus, Char. You can’t just say stuff like that.”
I cock my head. “Why? You don’t like the visual?”
“Oh, I fucking love the visual,” he rasps. “I’m just trying to stay conscious.”
I lean in, playful and hungry. “Then I better get to work.”
And I do.
