Page 16 of Certified Heartthrob

“I’m not telling you until you strip.”

He stared up at me and flashed a smile. Standing slowly, he started working on buttons and zippers, pulling and tugging until the entirety of his dark, muscular body was in plain view right in front of me.

I looked him up and down and tilted my head. “Huh.”

He smiled wide. “Oh, yeah. You’ve imagined it. So, what’s the verdict? Better or worse than you pictured?”

My eyes diverted to the huge, perfect rod sticking out from the middle of his sculpted body. I wasn’t about to indulge him with compliments. I had something better in mind.

I dropped down onto my knees with my eyes glued to his throbbing hardness. I flicked my tongue around the tip and relished in the drop of desire that seeped out. I moved my eyes up to his and stroked him, slowly rounding my mouth around the length of him. His hands spread through the back of my hair as he thrust into my bobbing motions.

Pulling out, I stiffened my tongue and trailed the tip from his base all the way out. He started breathing raggedly, interspersed with low growls.

“I have to be inside of you,” he begged. “If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted that from the moment you first showed up outside my door.”

We crumbled down to the floor and before I knew it, he was on top of me...kissing every inch of my body while his fingers slid inside of me. His touch felt so good, I didn’t notice he had kissed his way down to where his hands were. I didn’t realize it until it was his tongue plunging inside of me. I cried out and writhed against the carpet, bucking myself harder against his mouth.

I didn’t want it to stop, but I was also controlling and impatient. Not even the most skilled oral sex could overpower that. I tugged at his shoulders and reminded him, “When you said you wanted to be inside of me, this isn’t what I thought you meant.”

“You never just let go and let things happen, do you?” He grinned, crawling his way back up my body.

“Now, if that was true, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

My words were met with the roll of his tongue across mine, and I could feel the teasing tip of his cock against my wet folds. All at once, he pushed hard and deep inside of me. I sucked in a deep breath, but with our mouths still so close, it felt as if I was breathing in air straight from his lungs.

It didn’t take long for him to coax the orgasm out of me. I clenched around his steady thrusts and felt the pleasure build and build until it broke, sending me into a shivering, whimpering limpness beneath him. He watched me intently as I came, but didn’t break stride. He waited until I was finished before moving faster, harder.

He pumped into me until he was spilling out inside of me. Thank God I was on the pill, because neither of us seemed to have enough self-control to talk about that beforehand. He filled me completely before pulling out and rolling to my side.

I curled up on the carpet with a pleased smile and felt him inch up behind me, his rock-hard abs and warm skin cradled against my back.

“Fuck,” he exhaled.

His half-hard cock pressed against me, making my grin spread wider. He felt like he could go again after just a few minutes...but we definitely couldn’t do that, could we? Once was bad enough. No way was I about to let myself give in a second time. We had gotten it out of our systems, and that was that.

8

Mark

It didn’t matter how much I had secretly thought about it. None of that was ever supposed to happen, and that was the only glaring thought in my brain when I woke up in the middle of Camille’s floor. Thankfully, from the bashful, awkward look on her face...it was safe to assume she felt the same.

“Oops,” I murmured, scratching my head as I looked around at our piles of discarded clothes.

“Yeah.” She laughed uncomfortably. “Oops.”

She snatched up the closest shirt in her reach and used it to cover her breasts. But just the sight of her legs curled up against her with her ass cheeks poking out underneath was enough to get me going again.

“I should get going!” I blurted out, quickly grabbing my boxers and jeans.

I could have sworn I felt her watching me from behind, shamelessly taking in the view as I put my clothes back on. That turned me on even more, and it felt urgent to get out of there as quick as I could.

But when I went to pick up my shirt, I realized I was reaching towards a pile of her clothes—not mine. That’s when I realized it was my shirt she was using to cover her body.

“Um, I kind of need that.”

“Oh!” she realized. “Can you...can you just turn around for a minute?”

“Sure.” I nodded. “But it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

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