Page 40 of Playing With Fire
“Do you have security cameras?”
“No.”
“Tell me to stop,” I beg, even as I inch my mouth closer to hers, so ready to taste her I’m salivating.
“No.”
The thin, pathetic strip of whatever resolve I had left snaps in half. I place a hand on the back of her head and lower her mouth the quarter-of-an-inch to mine. Sweeping my tongue along her bottom lip, I smile when she groans.
She starts moving on top of me immediately… and stupidly, I let her.
Her hand knocks my hat off right before she plunges all ten of her fingers into my hair, gripping hard, using the leverage to push and pull herself along my body. If it’s friction she wants, I’ll give it to her.
I pull my mouth away. “Sit up,” I command. There’s no mistaking the lust—along with the myriad of other emotions—in my voice. I’m angry at myself, but I’m too far gone to care.
She creases her brow and her lips purse in a pout. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I just want you to straddle me.”
She nods and pushes herself upright. As soon as I follow, she’s across my lap on her knees with my hands on her ass. It’s just as tight and glorious as I thought it’d be. She’s gripping the back of the outdoor couch, staring down at me as she chases her orgasm from dry humping my lap.
Tilting my head back, I suck lightly on her neck, careful not to leave a mark as she leans forward, giving me better access. My cock is so hard I have to readjust and push it down my pant leg, angling it behind her. She’s now sliding along the top of my shaft and bringing me right to the edge every single time she moves. It’s heaven…and it’s hell.
“I haven’t come in my pants since I was fourteen-years-old.” I laugh against her skin.
“Are you going to now?” she asks breathlessly.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” There’s fire dancing inher eyes. She likes this. She enjoys that she does this to me. “And you’re coming with me,” I tell her.
“I know.”
She rolls her hips and wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her chest right to my face. My tongue darts out automatically, licking, biting, and sucking the exposed flesh between the bow and the actual neckline of her shirt until we’re both a series of staccato grunts.
“Hudson!” she cries in a whisper as her orgasm claims her. “I’m…ohmygod…yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Imagine if we were skin to skin and my cock was filling you up right now.”
She picks up her pace as she falls over the edge, sending me plummeting after her as she rides the wave to the very end before going limp in my arms with her forehead on my shoulder.
Miraculously, I recover first.
“Shannon, talk to me.” I kiss her hair and rub her back, trying to create a reassuring environment for her to open up.
“I think I should feel guiltier than I do,” she mumbles against my uniform top as her hands push underneath it, landing on my stomach.
A relieved chuckle escapes from my lips.
“I’m not sure there’s any certain way youshouldfeel. Just don’t shut me out,” I plead, hating that I’m asking for even more from her.My heart is on the line, too, I silently point out.
Lowering her head in shame, she whispers, “I already know I want more.”
A shrill alarm interrupts our conversation, telling me it’s almost time to clock back in. I grab my phone from my shirt pocket and silence it, the same way I silence myself so I don’t ask the question.More physically or more as in a relationship?
I can’t do the first one without the second, and she can’t do the second at all.
“Baby steps.”
“Speaking of babies, it’s almost time for Serafina to wake up,” Shannon says, climbing off my lap. “Do you want to come in and clean up?” she asks, pointedly staring at the dark spot on the front of my pants.
“Thank you, but if I step foot inside your house, I’ll end up doing things neither of us are ready for.”
