Page 57 of When It's Us
I can feel her eyes on me, but for some reason, I can’t meet her gaze.
“Look, I’m not gonna fall in love with you or anything, okay? My life is messy enough right now without adding a relationship.” She tightens her grip and strokes again.
Fuck, that’s good.
“Fair enough. Consider me over myself.”
“Good.”
She strokes my cock faster, swiping her thumb over the tip and pulling my focus back to us. One glance at my cock in her hand and I almost blow right then.
“Turn around and get your ass against my cock,” I demand, and she doesn’t hesitate.
She flips to her other side, pressing that perfect ass against my hard, aching length.
The groan we both let out at the contact is inhuman. She’s so warm, and I reach between her thighs to drag some wetness over my cock. I can only imagine how perfect her tight heat would feel around me. My cock twitches against her at the thought of fucking her deep and slow.
Instead, I wrap my arm around her hips, work my fingers between those perfect pussy lips, and find her clit. Then I thrust against her, my dick sliding between her legs from behind.
“Oh fuck,” she whines, voice wrecked. “Your piercing—fuck—it feels so good.”
That sound, that breathless pleasure in her voice, nearly undoes me. I press harder, grinding into her, and she shudders in my arms.
The slick slide of my cock between the lips of her pussy from the back is heaven on earth. So fucking warm and velvety soft that I groan, before grabbing her chin and angling her head to the side so I can swipe my tongue in her mouth
She wraps her arm back around me, palming my bare ass, pushing our bodies together in a slippery, sexy rhythm. It doesn’t take long before we’re both panting hard, kisses messy and wet between moans and breathless curses.
I press my forehead to her temple, trying to catch my breath, but I’m so fucking close I can’t stop. I grind my hips harder, chasing the high, and feel her tighten beneath my hand, the tight, fast circles I’m making over her swollen clit.
Her breath hitches. “Oh fuck—Hutch—I'm coming.”
She arches into me, her body shuddering as she cries out, and I feel the gush of wet heat against my cock as she falls apart. That’s all it takes.
“Shit—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I grit out, the sound of her release tipping me right over the edge.
I pull back, groaning as I explode across her ass, cock jerking against her skin. She lets out a soft gasp as my cum coats her, and I watch the last twitch of her orgasm ripple through her.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy, dazed, as our eyes meet again over her shoulder, glassy and still wrecked.
The quiet settles around us. It’s intimate after what we did, and something expands in my chest. It’s uncomfortable as fuck. Blowing out a breath, I sit up, swiping up my shirt from the floor.
Glancing down at the mess I made of her, all that creamy skin covered in my cum seems to flip some primal switch in me, and thoughts of coming inside her grip my mind. I’d love to fuck that peachy cunt bare—her ass, too—unload deep and then watch it slowly drip out of her before shoving it back inside.
I shake my head and gently wipe up my mess.
What the fuck is wrong with me? What do I have, some kind of breeding kink now?Jesus.I’ve never been the type to get cunt drunk, so it surprises me somewhat that I can honestly see myself fucking Ginger over and over again.
I release a breath and stand.
She moves to get up. “You can sleep there.” I shrug. “I mean, if you want to.”
Why does my voice sound so insecure? Admittedly, it doesn’t happen a lot, but it’s not like I’ve never shared a bed with a woman after sex before. Sure, we’re usually drunk, but whatever.
Her expression is hesitant, but eventually she nods. “Okay.”
I wad up my T-shirt and chuck it on the floor of the van before pulling back the covers.
