Page 59 of I Hear You

A devilish grin spreads over his face when he hears me call him Ender and he tosses me onto my back. Laying on top of me now, he’s trailing kisses down the side of my neck, and spreads my legs apart with his knee. One of his hands grips my breast and begins kneading it roughly. I guess he’s no longer trying to control himself and it is so fucking hot.

His lips land over my nipple and he sucks it gently into his mouth at first, then bites down on it just hard enough I almost scream out in pleasure. My hands slide into his thick hair and I curl my fingers at the back of his head, holding him to my nipple. I had no idea I could feel this much pleasure and get this close to an orgasm while still being half clothed. I don’t want to come yet. I want him inside of me.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, making my intentions clear.

He releases my now tender nipple from his mouth and looks up at me from behind my breasts.

“Will it make me look like a douche if I say yes?” he asks, actual concern written all over his face.

I soften my expression, “If you don’t have one, I’m going to be extremely disappointed because all I want right now is to feel you inside of me.”

When did I get so brave? I’m telling him exactly what I want without hesitation. I must have surprised him too, because his mouth is literally hanging open. He nods his head, gives me a chaste kiss on my lips and then leaves the bed, heading for his duffel bag. As soon as he leaves, I feel the loss and I ache for him.

He returns soon enough with a condom. I’m still laying on my back and he uses his hand to pull my knees apart. I’d pushed my legs together to try to get some relief from the aching I feel between them. He slowly crawls up the bed between my legs, laying the condom on the sheets next to me, planting kisses low on my bare stomach.

What is he doing? Why isn’t he putting it on? I reach for it, but he closes his hand over mine. I look at him and I’m about to protest.

“Not yet,” he says. “Ineedto taste you first or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

I nearly explode right then and there.

I throw my head back on to the pillows and grip the sheets with both my hands as his mouth moves lower. He snakes his tongue across the top of the silk pajama shorts, dipping it lower with each pass.

He’s torturing me and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

Finally, he hooks his fingers into the top of the shorts and starts sliding them down, painfully slow. Kissing me over and over on my hips and thighs as he goes. Agonizingly avoiding my core. He tosses the shorts to the side and brings his head lower between my legs. I’m not wearing any panties under them and can feel the cool air touching my now exposed skin. I can feel his breath now, hot and wet, washing over me. He purses his lips together and blows directly on my clit, and I let out a long moan. Just when I think I can’t take it any more he runs his tongue from as low as he can manage all the way up to my clit and covers it completely with his mouth, sucking in hard.

For the next few long minutes, he expertly sucks, nibbles, and rubs his tongue in tight circles around me. My heart is racing and I can barely keep up with my own breathing. Suddenly I feel fullness as he inserts two fingers in me and does a come hither motion with them. I arch my back, raising my chest to the ceiling. My orgasm explodes out of me as I scream his name. My legs are shaking, my stomach muscles have tightened and Ender keeps going until my body relaxes. Dragging out my pleasure for as long as he can.

That was amazing, and the condom wrapper still sits on the bed next to us, unopened. How am I ever going to get enough of this? How did I ever think running away from him was the right decision?

I knew sex with Liam wasn't good, and now I know it's because I never had any real feelings for him. Ender, he makes me feel everything, all at once. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful. I feel in control , but completely out of control. He makes me feelloved.

Chapter twenty-eight

Henderson

Madisonjustcameonmy tongue, and I want nothing more than to make her do it again. I really hope she’s got enough energy left for more because my dick is harder than it’s ever been.

When her legs stop shaking and her breathing slows down, I finally release her clit from my mouth's grasp and move to lie beside her. She turns to me and lays her hand across my chest, tracing my tattoo again. I had planned to get this tattoo for years before I did, and even though Mads was no longer talking to me by the time I turned eighteen, I still got it. Even if I had lost Mads forever, this was a way for me to keep a piece of her with me always.

“You carried the email. I carried this,” I tell her.

She smiles softly.

“It wasn’t the only email I carried. It was just the only one that fell out in your car,” she admits, laughing.

“Are you still angry? About me not telling you I found the letter?”

She’s still tracing my tattoo lazily, not answering me for what feels like years.

“No Ender, I probably would have done the same thing. Hell, maybe what I did–ignoring you after you sent that email was worse because–.”

She pauses, her voice cracking.

I grab her hand and turn to her so we’re facing each other, laying on our sides and bring her in close. Her eyes are glassy, wet.

“I didn’t know Ender. I didn’t know about your dad. If I would have known.”

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