Page 90 of Collide
The awkward air hovers for only a second before she laughs. “You’re crazy if you think I’d ever carry your big-headed children. Your wife better have a wide birthing canal.”
That eases the tension drilling my chest. “I’ll add it to my list. A wide birthing canal for large-headed children.”
“Don’t forget, willing to suffer through your idiocy.”
“Is that what you do? Suffer?”
She nods, not paying me her full attention until I lean over to move her laptop. She doesn’t protest when I wrap my hand around her ankle and tug her to me, homework abandoned. Contentment skips my bones because Summer never abandons her books, but right now her only focus is me.
She smells so good I dip my head to kiss her neck, burying my nose in her sweet smell. “Is this considered suffering?”
She sits on my growing erection. “Yes,” she breathes. “Complete torture.”
I slide up her white tank top, looking at her for permission. She doesn’t waste time, removing it herself. Braless tits are so close to my mouth that I have to shift her on my lap to keep a semblance of control. I push her hair behind her bare shoulders, touching every expanse of skin except where she wants it. My hands run along the outline of her body, only grazing her full tits, which pulls a frustrated noise from her. Summer’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and when I look at her, her eyes are ablaze.
“I’m half naked in your lap, Crawford. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what I want you to do.”
I move just a hairbreadth away from her strained nipples. “I know what you want. It’s always clear what your body wants from me, Summer, but I know you like it like this. When I tease you., make yousuffer.” My breath blankets her goosebumped skin as I leave gentle kisses between her tits. The hand squeezing my shoulder moves to the nape of my neck.
“Don’t tell me you want me to beg because that’s never going to happen,” she declares.
Slapping the side of her breast, I watch it bounce. “Only good girls get rewarded. And you’re not being a very good girl right now.”
“I’m a brat, you’ve said it yourself.” She moves closer so she can whisper in my ear, her tits pressed against me. “Now make me come,Captain.”
I swallow so hard I’m surprised my tongue doesn’t go down.
Games are my thing. I’m good at them, good enough that I always win, but here, Summer wins. Every time. There’s no chance I could ever refuse her, especially when she smiles like that or draws her bottom lip between her teeth with a deceptively innocent look. The sweet tits in my face are also a plus.
My hands fly to the buttons of her jeans, and hers to my belt. We’re fumbling, trying to shed our clothes as quickly as we can. She shifts from my lap to peel her jeans off. The eagerness is almost animalistic as we focus on one goal.
“I want you like this. Want you to ride me,” I say when she’s naked and back on my lap.
She takes me in her hand, giving me a slow pump. I shift to angle her perfectly, my hands spanning the entire width of her waist, and I revel in how much smaller she is than me.
“Fuck, wait,” I grit out before she lowers herself. “Condom.”
But when I reach over to grab my bag, she stops me. “I’m on the pill.”
It takes everything in me not to choke and form a sentence. “Okay…I’m clean,” I say, clearing my throat. When she nods, there’s no hiding my shock. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says. “I trust you, Aiden.”
With warm pleasure blanketing my chest, I take hold of her hips and sit her on my cock so slowly, my head lolls. Every inch of her squeezes me like a tight wet fist with three simple words fluttering around us.
Summer’s fingers tighten in my hair when her ass slaps my thighs. Her face scrunches in half pain, half pleasure as I move her up and down my length.
“You’re so tight, Summer. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
She closes her eyes and rests her forehead against mine, but I can’t take my eyes off her. Her face, her tits, her taking me so well. She’s mesmerizing. Nothing I’ve imagined holds a candle to the reality of her. When I kiss her, her pace slows, and she rolls her hips, causing me to let a rough moan into her mouth.
“You feel so good,” she praises, leaving kisses all over my face.
“You like my cock? You like that only I fill you up?” My throat is tight when she nods. “Then be good and take it all.”
Her eyes brighten. “Who said I’m a good girl?”
“We both know you are when you’re riding my cock, Summer. Now make me proud, baby.”
