Page 50 of Hot Mess

She stared at my cock, and then lifted those eyes to me. When she bit her lower lip, I didn’t expect her to lick me like a lollipop. But she did. I barely held myself up as her hot needy mouth took me in. She had barely been able to wrap her hands around me.

I braced against her shoulder, all sensation crashing into a singular point at the base of my head. She licked me and sucked on me. Balance was a struggle. Not thrusting my hips into her mouth was a struggle.

“Fuck, Kayla, that mouth of yours.”

She drove me crazy when she kissed me, she was going to make me lose all control with what she was doing now.

“I wanted to know if you tasted as good as you looked.” Even the words she said from the mouth were amazing.

I think I managed to grunt something in reply. A groan escaped my throat as she finally rolled the condom down my length. She had me unbalanced as it was, I practically fell onto her. Her legs wrapped around me, and I slid against her pussy. She was wet and ready.

I slid into her slow inch after inch. I wanted to savor every moment as she enveloped me, took me in. Her hips thrust up and whatever control I had was lost. I thrust hard.

She whimpered and grabbed onto my shoulders.

I buried my face into her breasts as I stroked into her. This was heaven, her body was a perfection. Her cries only amplified my drive into her. Her inner walls clamped down on me, pulling me into her, milking my cock.

Her orgasm triggered my own. We cried out together, clenched tighter, pressing our bodies into a single being. She was all that I wanted at that moment. She was my breath, my blood, my being.

Her head lifted back, and my name rang out on her lips as I roared, my body tightening, seizing, spasming, and releasing.

I pressed us together, hip to hip. Propping up on my arms so I could look down at her. She smiled at me like I was the sun, the moon, and the shining star.

21

KAYLA

Inever knew I could feel this way. Not just the delightful, glorious pressure between my legs that reminded me of what Nick had done to my body. But the encompassing feeling of everything. I didn’t know how to describe it. I was euphoric.

He rolled off my body and out of the bed. “Let me take care of this. Don’t go anywhere.”

I was so overwhelmed with sensation, I couldn’t talk. I tried to say I wasn’t going anywhere, but it came out as a series of gurgles and grunts.

“You’re cute, can’t function?”

“Not at all. This is what being properly drunk has to feel like. All lightheaded and woozy, with legs of rubber.” I stretched, enjoying the feel of my skin. I could still sense his body on me, it was a feeling I didn’t ever want to lose. I never knew I could feel this way.

“You’ve never been drunk?” Nick asked as he climbed back into the bed.

I shook my head. “The most I’ve ever been is slightly buzzed. Amber’s parents let us have champagne one year at New Year’s. We each got a class, and then they went to bed. Amber and I finished the bottle. There really wasn’t that much left in the bottle, but we threw back like we knew what we were doing. It made me fuzzy headed and giggly, and then I slept really hard.” It didn't seem so bad. But I never tried overindulging again.

“I’m not going to tell you you’re missing out, because you are not. Getting to the point of being drunk can be fun, being drunk, not so much. And the next day, waking up with a hangover is the worst.”

He pulled me against his chest, and I snuggled in. He was warm and his skin felt like the finest silk, or maybe velvet, so soft and smooth. I wanted to rub against him more.

He chuckled. I loved how his laughter sounded as it bounced around in his chest. His fingers drew lazy circles on my naked shoulder. This was the best possible way I could have imagined this night going.

“I prefer getting my noodle legs from sex than from drinking.”

“Are noodle legs normal?”

“Either you haven’t had decent sex or…” he stopped talking and tilted my chin, so I was forced to look up into his dark eyes. “Kayla, are you—”

I pressed my fingers to his mouth. He didn’t need to say the words out loud. I didn’t want my lack of experience to ruin this for me.

“Let’s just say I was nervous for a lot of reasons. Can we leave it at that?”

Nick growled low in his throat, maybe it was a groan of disappointment. “You should have told me. Did I hurt you?”

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