Page 25 of The One Who Got Away
“Let me touch you, El.”
She nodded and gasped as my fingers dipped into her cotton underwear.
“Wet for me,” I said against her mouth. “Can I make you come?”
“My mom’s right inside.”
“Can you be quiet?”
“Yes.”
I nipped at her lower lip as I swirled two fingers around her tight clit. “You sure?”
“I don’t know if I like this cocky side of yours.” But her breath hitched.
“Sure about that?” I grinned and mimicked each swirl around her clit to the deep kiss until she was panting against my mouth. Until she soaked my hand. Until her greedy little pussy sucked my fingers inside of her again and again.
God, I wished it was my cock.
But this was enough.
Right now, I could just be enough for her.
I turned my fingers to tuck inside of her a little deeper and lightly pulsed inside of her.
Her eyes were hidden in the dark. I pushed with my feet until the chain turned us around. Her gold eyes burned before her eyelids slid down and there was nothing but the constellation of freckles across her wet lips. As she trembled around my hand and a strangled cry was trapped in her throat.
“That’s it.”
Her head fell back, my name a sigh.
I’d hear that in my dreams tonight.
The way she said my name like it was a prayer and an oath.
I rode out the orgasm and dragged my bearded chin up her neck to nip at her ear. “Again.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.” I fucked her with my fingers. “Hear how wet you are? If your mom wasn’t upstairs I’d have that all over my beard.”
“Fuck. I thought you were a nice boy.”
I laughed. “What?”
“Never mind. God, do that again.” Her thigh quaked.
I twisted and added a third until she stretched for me.
“Holy--” her voice broke off as she smothered a cry with her sleeve.
Near feral, I pushed her back on my thighs enough to drag her sweatshirt up. I pushed up her workout bra and sucked greedily on her nipple as she rode my hand.
The chain above us creaked as I pushed her for more.
Hell, pushed myself to the edge.
She clamped down on my hand and my arm and her cries were muffled in the material of the hoodie. I kept sucking strongly on her skin, my teeth leaving marks on the soft, fragile breast.
