Page 64 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

sophie

The minute he rips my panties off, my body starts writhing uncontrollably underneath him. My hips buck up and down like I’m riding a bull. I’ve pretty much lost all control. At this point, all I can do is hold on for dear life.

“Sophie,” he moans as his lips crash back down onto mine. There’s nothing soft about the way he’s kissing me. He’s hungry—like an animal who’s been held back from the hunt for too long.

He’s on top of me, flattening me beneath him. My body’s tingling so hard. I think I’m going to cum just from the feeling of his beautiful chest against mine. Why does his chest look like it was carved by Michelangelo? Good God, I knew it was going to be good, but . . .

“Ahh.” My mind engages again as his hand starts sliding down my body. It’s moving fast. He sticks a few fingers inside me and then starts rubbing on my clit. My body jolts when he hits the spot. God, it’s like he had a map right to it.

“Is that where you like to be touched?” he whispers thickly against neck where his mouth continues to explore freely—licking, sucking, biting.

“Yes—” I barely get it out when my body starts shaking. He has me between his thumb and finger, rubbing faster. He puts one of his other fingers back inside me and starts pumping it in and out. God, he’s good with his hands. And fast, holy crap, I think I’m going to cum already.

“Ahhh,” I moan loudly as my body shudders against him.

“That’s good, baby.” He’s looking right into my eyes—watching me fall apart. “That’s right, don’t hold back. Let it all out.”

When he pinches my clit lightly, I scream as my body collapses into a puddle below him. He kisses me a few times, smiling as he lifts his head to give me time to catch my breath.

“Oh my God.” I manage to get out. “I think I’m having an out-of-body experience. Am I still on the bed?”

He rolls off me and pulls me onto his chest. He rubs my back a few times. “It feels like your body’s still here,” he says, laughing.

“Just barely.” I climb on top of him and straddle his chest. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I just respond to the feedback I’m getting,” he says, grabbing my butt with both his hands, “and you were giving me some really good feedback.”

“I would like to get your feedback now.” His eyes turn hungry again when I grind my butt into his hands. He squeezes it one more time and then reaches for my breasts. I push his hands back down. “Not yet. You still have a piece of clothing on.”

“We both took our shirts off. We’re even.” He reaches for me again. I swat his hands away.

“Not quite,” I say, tugging at his boxers. “I seem to remember somewhere back in that orgasm haze that you ripped my panties off.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He’s blushing a little bit. Good God. Could he get any sexier? “Or you can rip mine off.”

“I’m not sure you’ve left me that kind of strength.”

He lifts his hips and starts pulling his boxers off. As I rise to my knees to give him a little space, he starts sucking urgently on one of my breasts. Would it be wrong if I came again so soon?

He pushes me back down. As I sit up, I feel the tip of him against my butt. I reach back and take him in my hand—big and hard as a rock.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah,” he says, “but I’m clean. We get tested at the start of every season and I always use a condom.”

“But you don’t want to now?” I’m still rubbing him with my hand.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he says, closing his eyes as I run my fingers over the tip. “But yeah, I want to be inside you without a condom.”

“I got tested after I found out that Sam cheated on me. I’m clean, too.”

He opens his eyes. “You didn’t have to tell me. I trust you.”

“And you haven’t even asked me if I’m on birth control?”

“I trust you.”

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