Page 84 of Full Tilt
Tommy observes the flush of crimson that spreads from my cheeks all the way down to my chest.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His smile is cocky, voice self-assured.
I wish I had the fight to deny him like I have so many times before. It would be safer to lie and tell him that he’s way off the mark.
I spread my thighs wider, and his smile turns warm.
“Good fucking girl.”
Now fully seated inside my pussy, Tommy swallows thickly as he shifts his hand from my hip and takes his full weight on both forearms.
“Reach down and feel us,” he commands, dipping his chin to where we’re joined.
I slide a hand between our bodies, and my duvet is soaked from us both.
Tommy pulls out slightly, and I smooth my fingers along his slick shaft, trailing a course toward his balls. They’re coiled so tight; I’ve no idea how he hasn’t blown already.
“Is that why you aren’t moving?” I ask.
He closes his eyes on a headshake, lips trembling with amusement. “You think I’m going to blow my load before I’ve even started?” He opens his eyes and looks straight at me. They’re almost black. “You’d never let me live it down.”
I massage his balls in my palm, using my own release to intensify his pleasure.
Tommy groans into my darkened bedroom, unable to stop himself from pushing all the way back inside.
“You might think you have me all worked out …” I whisper from beneath him, now massaging his dick each time he pulls out on slow strokes.
Tommy drops his head into the crook of my neck, setting open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.
I can barely form words, but I’m determined to have my say too.
“And maybe you do know me better than I first gave you credit for.” My fingers are dripping and only getting wetter eachtime Tommy slides out of me. “But I’m certain that I know what you want too.”
“Tell me,” Tommy rasps against my sensitive flesh, sucking hard just below my ear.
I push through the pain, more desperate to let him mark me than I am to pull away from the sting.
“I think you want a girl you can leave in your bed at the ass crack of dawn and race home so you can climb back under the sheets with her after morning skate.”
Tommy hums against my neck, moving steadily toward my pulse point. “Keep going, Hellion.”
When he slides a hand under my pelvis, tilting it to hit a different spot, I gush all over us both.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
“I said, keep going,” he repeats, continuing to mark my throat.
Another stroke, and I climax, gripping his dick within my walls.
“Tell me what else I want, Jenna. Please.” Tommy’s voice is a plea, desperate for me to speak, while he fights back his own high so he can hear the words.
It feels like we can only be honest while he fucks me in this way. Like being this vulnerable with our bodies has somehow opened the gateway to the truths we’re longing to share.
This, right here, is two people being transparent after years of closure, and it’s scary as fuck for us both.
“Jenna,” Tommy bites out, growing impatient with my silence. “Please, keep going.”
When I squeeze his balls softly, he whimpers and moves his lips to my mouth.
