Page 18 of Don't Make Me Fall
She lets out the sexiest whimper I’ve ever heard.
“Tyler ever make you make that sound?” I hiss the question, damn well knowing the answer.
“No.”
“Good,” I growl, sliding a hand between her thighs, teasing her between the layers of clothing. “Because I’m the only one you make that sound for, understood?”
“So bossy,” she teases.
I slip my hand beneath her leggings and panties, sinking my fingers into the wetness pooled between her legs.
“Seems to turn you on, sweetheart.”
“Everything about you turns me on,” she says, starting to roll her eyes but unable to complete the gesture halfway through because her eyelids fall closed. She lets out the most delicious moan.
“That sound is mine, too,” I say, slipping a finger into her tight channel.
My dick throbs.
I want nothing more than to bury myself in her wetness and claim her for my own. A warning whispers in the back of my mind that it would be a very stupid thing to do. But it’s drowned out by another long feminine moan elicited by my touch.
“You’re so fucking wet, Alanna.”
“Say it again.”
“That you’re so wet it’s like my hand is drowning in an ocean of you right now?”
“Say mynameagain.”
“You like it when I say your name?”
“Yes, dammit.”
I slip a second finger into her channel as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every inch of exposed skin. “Alanna.” I say hername in a possessive growl as I curl my fingers inside her, and she cries out.
“Fuck, Hudson. I’m going to—I’m going to?—”
“Come?”
Alanna explodes.
Her body shakes with her orgasm, and I kiss her hard on the mouth as she rides the wave and my hand. I yearn to yank my pants down and plunge into her while she’s coming. But the first time I fuck her, it’s not going to be in a damn tent.
It’s going to be inmybed.
Even if the minx is tempting me with the way she’s cupping my hard cock through my jeans.
“We can’t. Not here?—”
“Then at least let me return the favor,” she insists, unbuttoning my pants and slipping a hand inside.
I take the pressure off my arms and roll to the side, watching Alanna as she frees my cock. It looks so fucking good in her tiny hand, precum smearing her fingers as she slowly strokes me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take good care of my cock.”
She adjusts until she can easily use both hands. My lips find hers just as one hand cups my balls.
“You sure you don’t want to fuck me right now?” Alanna asks, her question a seductive purr.
