Page 72 of Screwed (Dad Bod Contracting 4)
“Why?”
I take him in my mouth and suck around him and he whimpers, a surprisingly small, gentle sound for such a huge, primal man. I don’t need to answer that with words. All I need to do is show him. So I do.
He buries his hands in my hair, which is wet and heavy. He holds it in his fists and stares down at me, watching as I wrap my lips around him and slide my mouth down around his cock, lower and lower until I can’t take any more and then back away. He grunts, holding utterly still. I let him fall out of my mouth and lick the tip again, and James flinches.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Nova.” His hips flex, and I know he’s close. He was close before, but now he’s holding back. Good—let him try.
I clutch his cock with one hand around the base and cup the other around his heavy sac and massage them, and taste him on my tongue and lick and suck until he’s gasping and moving helplessly.
He sighs, tenses, thrusts into my mouth, and I taste him first, and then he floods my mouth with a loud growl and grunt. I stroke him hard and fast and suck and swallow as he spurts and gasps and comes and whimpers, each thrust more helpless than the last.
Finally, he’s done, and I’m grinning at the way he staggers backward, catching heavily up against the wall.
“Jesus, Nova.”
I stay there, staring up at him, loving how absolutely floored he is, how utterly wrecked. “Hi.”
He shakes his head. “Good fucking god, woman.”
I grin, pleased with myself and anticipating his response. “You okay?”
He shakes his head. “Not by a long shot, baby.” His eyes flare. “I can barely fucking stand up.”
He moves for me, and I let him lift me to my feet, let him press me backward to my bed. He tosses me onto my back and levers over me.
I expect him to move down my body, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just hovers over me, staring at me hard. “I want to just eat you out until you scream.”
I lick my lips, tasting him. “I’d be okay with that.”
“Not good enough.”
I frown. “No?”
“Nope.”
I think he’s going to…I don’t know. Kiss me. Tease me. Hold me.
Instead, James slides off the bed.
I panic a little. “Where are you going?”
I barely remember doing it, but apparently I washed and dried his jeans, so they’re in a laundry basket on my bedroom floor. Shoves his feet into them and buttons them. Stomps into his boots without socks. His T-shirt is on the floor. He snags it and shrugs into it. Now, dressed, he smirks at me.
“There’s a little drugstore about half a mile from here, right?” he asks.
I nod, somewhat confused. “Yeah—yes.”
“Your truck keys are where?”
“My purse,” I say. “But where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back.”
“You’re leaving?”
He comes to the side of the bed, leans over me, kisses me. “Yep.”
“Why?”
“I’m getting condoms.” He backs away.
“How long will you be gone?”
“Five minutes, maybe?”
“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”
He shrugs. “Five minutes, babe.”
The amount of panic I feel is kind of ridiculous. But this is just not how I expected this to go. “James, I…” I shake my head; try to clear away the panic. “Don’t go.”
He perches on the edge of the bed next to me, pulls me onto his lap. Wraps his arms around me. “I need you more than I can say.” He holds my face in his hands. “Messing around with you, kissing you…it’s not enough. What you just did—Nova, that shit fuckin’…” He growls. “It wrecked me.”
“James, I just wanted to—”
He touches my lips. “This whole thing with you and me…nothing about it is normal. I’ve never felt this way. Never felt this…need. You sucking me off…” His eyes flare. “Fucking amazing. Brand new. Never felt that—not in a long damn time at least. And certainly not after…” He pauses, hunts for words. “After being inside you. Feeling you wrapped around me. You were so fuckin’ tight, Nova.”
I feel him thickening behind his jeans. “I’ve never felt anything like that either.”
“You made me feel like…” He growls, irritated at his inability to find the words. “You made me feel like a god, Nova. Being inside you was—it was the best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
“I need it.” He palms my cheeks and brings our mouths close, whispers against my lips. “I need that. I need to feel you come while I’m inside you. I need to feel you fuckin’ lose it while I’m makin’ love to you. I need you so goddamn bad it hurts, and as good as it felt to have your hot little mouth on me, it’s not enough. Not for what I want—what I need.”
“I just didn’t want it to end like that,” I whisper.
