Page 53 of Sweet Oblivion

I leaned back on my elbows, spreading my thighs wide enough that he could see my wet folds. “I want that too. Very much.”

He stood quickly so he could shuck his pants. His cock bobbed against his belly, the tip red and swollen, weeping. His sac nestled in brown curls that led to toned thighs and up to his taut abdomen. God, he was gorgeous.

He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. I didn’t have to ask why he had one—his father had handed him a box the first night of the tour.

Nash wanted me. And I wanted him—yes, physically, but just as much, I wanted his words, his heart, the happiness in his eyes. So I spread my legs, my heart pounding.

This was it. Nash and I were going to do this. Be together.

He opened the foil packet and rolled the condom on, the tip of his tongue pressing through his teeth as he concentrated. He settled at my side, his fingers finding my center, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over my clit.

“I want to make this good for you,” he said.

I placed my hand on his cheek, loving the feel of his skin against mine. “And I want it to be good for you.”

He smiled, no doubt liking my breathy voice. “It will be because it’s you, Aya.”

My heart melted and pounded all at once. This boy—how he made me feel.

He kept up his gentle ministrations until my thighs tensed and my body bowed. The orgasm hit me hard, leaving me breathless.

He kissed me softly, his gaze never leaving my face. “Good?”

I nodded, suddenly shy. Nash rolled over, settling between my thighs, nudging at my slick center.

“You okay with this?” he asked.

I tugged him closer, my arms wrapped tightly around his back. “Yes.”

He was my love. I would never consider sex with anyone but Nash.

He was careful, watchful, as he pushed himself into my body. I bit my lip at the pinch of discomfort, but it passed as he bent his head to kiss me again. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he pressed his cock into my body. I loved both. I loved being filled with him. I bucked my hips, wanting more. He pulled back, then pressed in.

“Oh…”

At my soft moan, he flexed his hips again, hitting a spot inside me that caused my nerve endings to blossom with pleasure.

I gripped the back of his head as I leaned up and kissed him. He caught a rhythm on the next stroke and pumped in and out. I spiraled up, seeking that pinnacle, striving for that beautiful release. His hips bucked as he cried out my name, and then he sagged against me. I lay still, breathing hard. After a moment, he pressed forward, into me again, and I arched against him.

He kissed my neck as he rubbed my clit with small, tight circles, sending more pleasure bursting through me. I cried out, quaking as those beautiful spasms built in my belly and cascaded through my limbs, leaving me limp.

After he’d dealt with the condom, he snuggled me close, his arm around my waist, my cheek on his chest.

“We’re going to make this work, Aya. I know it. Because I need you as much as I need the music.”

Even then, I knew he was lying—to himself and to me. But that didn’t stop me from snuggling closer to his chest and holding on to him with all my strength.

20

Nash

I glanced up at the small sound, pulling off my headphones, a smile growing as Aya stood in the open doorway to my hotel room. I’d been unable to pick her up from her summer camp, so I hadn’t known when, exactly, I’d get to see her.

I rushed forward and pulled her into my arms. “I thought you were going to call me when you were home from your program.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “I missed you too much to wait another day.”

“Welcome to Denver,” I said with a laugh.

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