Page 65 of Straight to Me

He never goes to his own birthday party?

“Thirty-five is kind of a big deal.” I smile, cheekily.

“You remembered how old I was?”

“Of course, I did.” He lifts his arm for me to snuggle in close. “So, what do you want for your birthday?” I ask.

His thumb lightly strokes the side of my arm whilst he thinks.

“You.”

“Me?” I turn my head to look up at him. “According to you, I’m already yours.”

He smiles and clarifies by saying, “You in the black dress, legs spread on my Harley.”

I blush at the memory of the first night we met. “I can’t believe I let you ride me home that night, my bum on show for everyone.”

“It’s a nice bum. Plus, it was late, so not many people saw what’s mine.”

“There you go again making me sound like an object—”

“Mads,” he cuts me off before I can get into how overly controlling he sounds, “I’ve wanted to call you mine since that night. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. If that means being irrationally overprotective, then so be it.”

Looking square at his face, he’s completely serious. His eyes don’t move or falter as he speaks. “At least you can accept it’s irrational,” I say, placing a soft kiss on his lips not wanting to push the issue any further.

VP closes his eyes, savouring the moment. “Do we have time before you have to go to the clubhouse?” I ask.

“I always have time for you.”

Smiling as I kiss his lips again, I chuck my phone on the sofa, my need for release unexpectedly swamping me. My blood turns hot as my fingers slowly travel across his thigh to his belt. Swiftly, it comes undone before I start unbuttoning his jeans.

I need him to send me over the edge.

Wild-eyed, he raises his hips allowing me to free his already hard cock. I squeeze my legs together and bite my lip, making him moan. He wants me as much as I want him.

My knees feel weak as I stand. VP stays seated, watching me undo my jeans, slowly pushing them down to the floor with my knickers. He’s enjoying the show, his cock lengthening even more on his belly.

I step out of my jeans, and he stares between my legs. I know he wants me to touch myself, but I need him to give me my release. I rest a knee on the sofa next to him and place his hands on my thigh. My skin scorches at his touch.

My core’s desperate. Burning for him.

I lift my other leg to straddle him. His hands run over my bum, lifting my t-shirt over my head. He sits up, palming my breasts through my bra and kissing my chest. He pulls the cups down releasing my nipples so that his soft tongue can glide over the buds. My back arches as my skin tingles with delight.

Weaving my hands into his hair, I gently tug how I know he likes it. He moans against my skin, sending vibrations through me. I pull his head back until my mouth finds his and our tongues slide over one another with speed.

His eyes are half open with desire as my body grinds against his. Moving slower, his kisses travel over my cheek and down over my throat. His hands grip at my back, pulling me tighter to him. As he holds me, I raise my hips, wanting him to sit me down on him, to fill me as he so completely does.

One hand keeps me raised, the other runs between my legs, rapidly increasing my heartrate. “VP,” I moan, as I try to push against his fingers.

He moves his hand forwards. Two fingers slide up over my sensitive clit, grazing over my stomach to my nipple, then gently slip into my mouth. My throat groans at the polite invasion. I turn my head to one side, keeping my eyes on his as I suck.

My breaths become rapid, as the urge to be touched, to have him inside me, intensifies. “You know what to do babe,” he says. I hum against his fingers then pull my head back. His fingers trail back down between my breasts, gliding over my hips to cup my bum. My orgasm won’t take long.

“VP please.” Desperate, I try to grip his cock, needing him. His hands grip mine, moving them behind my back and holding me still.

“I know you’re ready.” He starts kissing my nipple. Sucking and licking between talking. I try to free my hands, but his grip is too strong. “All you have to do,” he slides his teeth over one of the swollen buds making me moan, “is touch yourself.”

My hips start grinding against him, the sensation phenomenal. As he moves to my other nipple, I lower my head to him. “I wantyouto touch me,” I plead, my voice raspy and needy. He lets out a small moan against my nipple. “I want you to fuck me VP. Hard, like you always do.” He loosens his grip as I whisper seductively into his ear.

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