Page 45 of The List of Things

He hesitates.

“You’re sure?” He asks, and I smirk.

“I told you to make a move didn’t I?” I ask, and he tugs the waistband of my shorts, moving me upwards.

I catch myself and prop myself up directly in front of him, our lips centimeters from each other.

“You don’t get told no very often do you?” He asks me, and I shake my head. “Good, because I never plan to,” He speaks softly and kisses my lips again.

I think he’s a wizard, or maybe it’s the magic of quarterback hands but he somehow gets the button of my shorts undone with one single hand. He unzips my shorts and keeps his lips attached to mine as if his life depends on it. He takes my shorts by the belt loops and tugs, pulling them down right away. I don’t know if he has more experience than I thought, or if he’s just faking it, but whatever it is I want more. I can’t catch my breath at all with him because the second I feel his fingertips brushing the soft skin under the lace of my underwear I’m gasping.

“You’re sure?” He asks one last time, pausing his movements.

“A thousand percent sure,” I breathe out, and he moves, his fingers slipping down between my legs.

He brushes them up my center, and rests them on my most sensitive area, making my eyes flutter closed. Wow.He actually found it on the first try.

He circles slowly, and I moan out softly, knowing the two of us are very much so in a public place. The movie blares behind us, but I can’t even comprehend the words coming from it. All I can think about is the perfect way his fingers move against my heat. Dear god, I didn’t know men like him existed outside of books and movies.

“More?” He asks, his voice teasing me, and I know he’s got all of the control.

So I decide against being sarcastic and decide to answer the way I know he wants me to.

“Please,” I whisper.

I feel his fingers slip down once more, finding their way inside of me, curling right away as they move and I gasp at the feeling. He’s moving slowly in and out, working me up, and I know he’s doing it on purpose.

“Fuck,” He breathes out, and I look at him to see him pressing his eyes shut. His lips part as he works me with his long fingers. He’s getting off on touching me, and suddenly I’m even more turned on. “You’re so wet,” His eyes open again, catching mine.

“You’re a good kisser,” I breathe out.

“Didn’t know I was that good,” He smirks, his ego boosting more and more with every second that passes.

He slams his fingers deeper, catching me off guard, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I moan louder. His thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves, and this time he catches my moan in his mouth, trying hard not to cause a scene. Thank god the truck speakers are so loud or else we would have been kicked out already.

This feels like a movie in itself the way he’s making me feel right now. He moves faster and harder. Just like his lips, his fingers are precise, and fucking magical because with every movement I feel warmth, and pressure building within my body. My stomach is heavy as he kisses me, and pumps his fingers into me.

“Fuck, just like that,” I tell him, feeling him curl his fingers at a fast pace.

He circles his thumb, keeping a perfect rhythm, and I feel white hot pleasure burst from my stomach, and down my legs, through my chest. Into my mind. Everywhere I feel it. I moan out again, not caring what kind of scene I’m making at all. I don’t care if everyone in the world is looking right now, I’d tell them to take fucking notes. He doesn’t stop, he slows down, and he works my orgasm out of me, and I could fuck him for that alone.

“Is that what you wanted Ryn?” He speaks close to my face and plants a small kiss on my lips as he removes himself from me.

He pulls my shorts up and buttons them for me.

“Precisely,” I tell him, my breath is still uneven. “You should put that on a resume or something,” I speak out and hear laughter next to me.

“What exactly?” He asks me.

“Orgasm extraordinaire,” I tell him, knowing I’m getting ahead of myself.

I don’t know if I should be excited for anything else but considering all he had to do was use his fingers to make me come, he must be good with every other part of him too.

“I’ll get right on that. Now stop seducing me, and watch the movie,” He tells me.

He pulls me back into him, not letting me move from his rock hard body. The muscles on his chest and torso aren’t the only parts of him that are hard.

“But you’re-”

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