Page 21 of A Love That Broke Us
I prop myself up on my elbows, tilting my head. “Alley…” I say her name slowly, like I’m making sure I heard her right. “You do realize I’m doing this because Iwantto, right?”
Her lips press together, her gaze shifting away. “I just… had a boyfriend who made it feel like a chore. Like something he had to do to get what he wanted after.” She lets out a dry laugh. “One time, he literally told me I owed him.”
My stomach drops. “Jesus,” I mutter. “That’s fucked up.”
“I just… don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
I lift myself up further, pressing a kiss to her stomach. “I want to. Really fucking badly.” My voice is rougher now, edged with desire. “And for the record, you don’t owe me anything. That’s not how thisworks.” I kiss my way back down, my voice dropping lower. “So just lay back, baby… and let me enjoy you.”
Her laugh is breathy, but it turns into a soft moan as I press a kiss to her inner thigh.
That’s all the permission I need.
She comes undone in exactly three point four seconds. Okay, notthatfast, but damn near close. It’s almost instant, like her body’s been waiting for this,needingthis. Her hips jerk toward my mouth, fingers gripping the sheets, soft moans falling from her lips.
Fuck. I’m so turned on I can barely think.
She’s so quiet, almost like she’s embarrassed by how easily she loses control.
And damn, if that doesn’t make me fall even harder.
She’s been nervous this whole night, since Matt’s party. Reserved, sweet—almost innocent. The two-drink max, the way she hesitated before letting things go further. And now this? She overthinks, worries about everything. But right now, she’s trusting me, letting go, letting herself feel this fully. And it’s everything.
Her hips move with me now as she relaxes into it, rolling toward my mouth, chasing the next orgasm.
I want to feel her squeezing my cock the next time she comes. I press one last kiss to her hip before sliding up her body, grinning against her skin. Would I love a blow job? Sure, who wouldn’t? But the last thing I want right now is for her to feel like she has to reciprocate.
Actually, I don’t want her to. I want her to know she can just take. That she doesn’t owe me a damn thing.
Things heat up fast, our urgency spilling into every movement. The room fills with the sounds of raw, carnal desire—breathless gasps, low moans, the quiet movement of skin against skin.
I settle between her thighs, my lips trailing over her skin, “You on the pill?”
She nods quickly. “Yeah. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’m good. You?”
“Clean,” I say as I nudge her thighs wider. “Tested before my surgery. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
Her eyes search mine for a second before she tugs me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Okay, then.”
Sweat slicks our bodies, and when I finally slide into her—dear God,it’s everything. She’s warm, wet, and so fucking tight, gripping me in a perfect storm of unrelenting pleasure. A low groan rumbles in my chest as I sink deeper, savoring the way she gasps beneath me, her body stretching to take me in.
I start slow, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every inch of her. But when she tilts her hips, urging me on, a switch flips. My thrusts deepen, slow and measured at first, but soon turning desperate, driven by the way she moves with me. Her body meets mine in perfect rhythm, her hands clutch at my back, nails dragging, breathy moans filling the air.
The sounds she makes? They’re enough to make a believer out of me. I don’t even know if I believe in God, but right now? I’ll preach whatever sermon you give me, because she feels like pure heaven.
“God, Jensen,” she gasps, her voice wrecked, her body trembling beneath me.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her jaw, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her closer, needing more, needing all of her.
Her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper. The pressure coils inside me, winding so tight I feel like I might break apart. And then—she shatters, her body arches, and her cries muffle against my neck as she clenches around me, dragging me right over the edge with her.
My body tenses, pleasure crashing through me in waves as I drive into her one last time, an eruption of pure fucking bliss as I spill into her.
I shudder as I pull out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Reaching into my nightstand, I grab a few wipes, handing them to her before cleaning myself up. When she’s done, I pull her close, her head resting on my chest.
I press a soft kiss to her hair as a grin spreads across my face. That wasn’t perfect—far from it, with the interruptions, the laughter, and the nervousness—but I wouldn’t change a thing. Because it was Alley. It was us. And that might just be the most memorable sex I’ve ever had.
Chapter Seven
