Page 20 of A Love That Broke Us
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
She grins against my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from kissing a path down her jaw, her neck, and lower. My tongue flicks over her nipple, and her hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer. I suck the pink bud into my mouth, and she moans, her hips arching toward me.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, her voice a mix of need and surrender.
It’s too much—I need her on my bed, splayed out and naked. I kiss her firmly on the mouth before pulling back, our breaths ragged. “Come on, let’s go to my room.” I grab her hand and lead her toward the bedroom, my heart pounding with pure fucking want.
When we reach my room, I don’t bother with any lights. I back her onto the bed, and her legs hook around me, pulling me down with her. I’m lost in her, the sounds she makes, the way her body feels beneath me.
My phone rings loudly from the kitchen.
“Your phone’s ringing,” she says in between kisses.
“I know.”
She laughs softly. “You don’t need to get it this time, do you?”
“No. Fuck no.” The song cuts off abruptly, and I don’t waste another second thinking about it. My fingers hook around her panties, peeling them down slowly, my touch skimming her smooth skin, my focus fully back on her.
My phone rings again, and I’m cursing myself for the volume level I have it set on.
“Okay, but seriously, it’s like your phoneknowswhen you’re about to get laid,” she says through laughter.
“Fucking cockblocker,” I whisper against her lips, smiling. “Just.” Kiss. “Ignore.” Kiss. “It.” My hand slides between her thighs. “Holy shit. You’re soaked.” Her slickness coats my fingers, and it’s fuckingheaven. I trace slow, even circles over her clit, savoring every gasp that falls from those beautiful lips.
“Oh my God,” she says, her voice breathy. “I’m going to come so fast.” Her hands fly to her face in embarrassment.
“That’s good, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Come for me. Whenever you’re ready.” I plunge a finger into her, groaning softly. “Jesus, Alley. You’re so tight.”
“That feels so good,” she whispers, her body arching beneath me.
I keep my rhythm consistent, sucking her bottom lip in-between my teeth. Pushing a second finger in, I go deeper, harder—curling to hit just right.
Her body writhes beneath me, her head tilting back as a moan spills from her lips. It’s hot. It’s sexy. Fuck, it’s euphoric watching her unravel like this.
I don’t think I’ve gotten a girl off this quickly since college. She said it’s been a while, butJesus, it’s intoxicating. As her body begins to relax, her hands shoot out, grasping at my boxer briefs, tugging and pulling at them. I help her, shoving them down and tossing them across the room. Settling between her thighs, my gaze sweeps over her—naked, beautiful, and I prepare to take my time. Kiss every inch of her. Make this last all night—or as long as I can, anyway.
Her eyes slowly roam over me, and I soak it in. The city lights pour through the windows, casting just enough light to highlight everycurve of her body. A smile tugs at my lips. “Alley… you’re…” I let out a breath of appreciation. “God, you’re sexy.”
She smiles softly, biting her bottom lip. “Thank you,” she whispers. “So are you.”
I lean down, hovering over her, and draw her lips into a kiss.
Her hand travels down, lower and lower, until it wraps around my cock. Gripping me firmly, she gives it a long, purposeful stroke.
My eyes squeeze shut. “Shit,” I hiss. The sensation is almost too good.
She keeps going, her movements firmer now, controlled, deliberate. When she takes the tip and swirls it against her wet clit, my abs clench, and a primal need takes over—a hunger to claim all of her, feel her, taste every fucking inch of her.
I kiss down her neck and chest, my lips mapping a path down her body. Anticipation floods through me with every inch closer, my mind already spiraling with the thought of what’s waiting for me. Her moans quiet as I approach her pussy, her body stiffening slightly beneath me.
“Jensen…” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I ask, looking up at her as my hands smooth along her thighs.
Her fingers flex in my hair, and she exhales sharply. “You don’t have to do that… I mean… it’s fine if you don’t want to.”
I blink.If I don’t want to?
