Page 56 of When It's Us
“Take my cock out,” I pant against her, and her hands immediately drop to work open my belt and jeans, fast but clumsy.
Once she’s got the zipper down, she reaches into my boxers and grips my length. Tight. Just this side of painful.
I groan against her mouth. “Fuck.” That’s good.
She twists her wrist, gathering pre cum at the tip of my cock and gives me a few slow, firm pumps, all the while keeping our tongues tangling, breath mingling, chests heaving with our mutual panting.
I hold myself above her with one hand and shove the other down the front of her leggings.
“Slutty little cunt is always so fucking wet for me,” I rasp out, nipping at her lips when I find her soaked right through her panties.
She nods mindlessly and whimpers again when my fingers slide over her clit, and arches her back when I move lower and shove two fingers inside her. One hand claws at my back, while the other continues jerking me slowly. She bucks her hips against my hand, riding my fingers as I pump them into her.
She abruptly lets go of my cock and shoves at my jeans with both hands, working them over my ass. I pull my fingers from her momentarily to stand to shed my jeans, then strip her of her leggings and panties.
When I lie back down next to her, I haul her against me with a hand around her waist so we’re facing each other on our sides. My hand slides under her shirt, and I tweak a nipple as her mouth crashes back to mine.
Her warm hand wraps around my cock again, stroking me from base to tip, slow and tight. She rubs her thumb over the head, spreading the precum there, and I hiss out a breath.
“Spit on it,” I growl against her lips. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
She pulls back to look down, then parts her lips and spits directly on my cock—slow, deliberate, filthy. Her hand follows, spreading it over the head and down the shaft, and it takes everything in me not to come right then and there.
I groan, kissing her hard, then grab her knee and drape it over my hip, pulling her closer.
“You really don’t have a condom?”
“No,” I tell her.
“I’m…safe,” she says breathlessly, brushing her hair back with one hand. “I haven’t had sex in…a while.”
Her eyes dance between mine, and I swallow hard before blowing out a breath.
“I’ve been tested too, but I never go bare.”
She seems skeptical, her eyes bouncing between mine. “Ever?”
Once.
Don’t think about that.
I grit my teeth and shake my head. “Never.”
She seems to understand that being inside her without a condom isn’t something I don’twantto do butcan’t. Or maybe she doesn’t—how could she—but she doesn’t push me.
I’m not worried about either of us being safe medically. That part is never an issue. I get tested regularly, but it’s not something I do. Too much fucked up shit can happen.
“I need you to know I don’t do relationships,” I blurt.
She gives a long, slow pull to my cock, and my eyes roll back as she says, “Fantastic. I’m not looking for one.”
I flick my eyes to her hand working my cock and then meet hers again. “You sure?”
She huffs out a laugh, giving me another hard stroke that steals my breath. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
Her hand stills on my shaft. “And I said we are.”
