I groan, her taste flooding my senses, so fucking sweet. I push her down on the sofa cushions, bending over her, pressing between her legs, my dick drilling a hole through my jeans to get to her.
I kiss her harder, shoving my tongue into her mouth, eating up the moan that wants to spill out. Doesn’t matter what promises I make to myself about her—how I won’t touch her again, won’t kiss her, won’t fuck her, how I’ll keep my distance and not hurt her again—it all went out the window the moment she sat beside me.
I tear my mouth from her lips, but only to put my lips on her jaw, on her neck, then over her fabric-covered tits, mouthing them, groaning at their softness.
Her breath hitches. Her hips lift restlessly.
“Tay…” I speak the word against her tits, because goddammit I don’t wanna move my mouth from there just yet. “Now is the time to run.”
“I’m not running,” she says, “from you. I want this.”
Holy shit, my dick jumps at her words. She sounds so sure of herself. “I’ll be rough,” I warn her. “You’ll have to tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She swallows. Her tits rise and fall against my face. “I like it when you’re rough.”
Christ, this girl. I rock my hips, my cock aching, my balls heavy. She’s killing me. She’s fucking killing me, and I wonder if she has any idea.
With Emma I had to be careful. Gentle. She had too many triggers from a childhood gone bad to find pleasure in rough play.
And then Octavia is kissing me back and all my thoughts vanish, except for one: this girl is mine. Mine. I fucking need her, have to have her.
Right the fuck now.
Tearing her clothes off is easy. Pulling her blouse over her head, dragging down her pants, snapping her bra off, rubbing her pussy over the thin cotton of her cute little panties, back and forth, back and forth.
It drives her wild. She throws her head back and moans, her hips lifting again so she can rub on my thumb.
She’s so goddamn sexy.
I bet I can get her off with a few more strokes. She’s ready, trembling on the edge.
So I stop, let her whimper as I lick a path up her belly to her tits. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on her nipples. They’re rosy and taut, pointing up, begging to be suckled.
She’s watching me, her eyes hooded, her body trembling underneath me when I close my mouth over one nipple and pinch the other with my hand.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, her body arching up.
Knowing I’m the first to do this to her, see her naked, touch her this way, make her come with my mouth and hands, is a powerful feeling. It’s somehow more powerful that fucking her the other night was. That was wild, out of control, brutal and satisfying—but this… This is real. This is better. This is the night I’ll remember forever.
The night I gave her no pain, only pleasure.
When I fucked her until my thoughts started making sense again.
One can only hope.
I pinch her nipple one last time and push my hand between her legs. I find her small clit hard as a rock and my mouth waters. Giving her tit a last lick, I dive between her legs and suck her clit into my mouth.
She lets out a choked wail, and that’s when I push my thumb inside her. Just a little, then deeper, harder, opening her up, preparing her for me.
She tenses, shudders and comes against my mouth, her hips bucking.
Oh yeah.
She’s still shuddering with aftershocks when I sit up and pull off my clothes. My T-shirt goes first, then my pants and briefs. I fist my cock roughly, jack it a few times, then stop with a hiss, too close to coming.
Fishing a condom from my wallet, thinking I should buy more, I snap it on and take a second to breathe at the snugness around my too excited dick.
Then I look down at her, at her pink, glistening pussy, at her hard nipples, her slack mouth and glittering eyes, and yeah, can’t hold back any longer.
Grabbing my cock, I push into her, as slow as I can fucking manage, inch by delicious inch. Lifting her legs, I put them around my waist and push harder, all the way in.
“Matt. Oh shit. Oh God,” she’s whispering, her voice raspy, her cheeks flushed. “I can’t… oh yes. Oh my God.”
She feels unbelievably good. Fucking tight. And hot. And I’m ready to blow my load.
Reaching down, I pinch one nipple, then the other, and she gasps, her pussy clenching around my cock, and ah fuck, this is so perfect.
Time to rock and roll. I put her arms around my neck. “Hold on tight,” I tell her, brace my hands on either side of her head and fuck her.
The slide and push inside her sleek pussy is so damn sweet. My eyes are closing from the pleasure of it, and I force them back open because I wanna watch the expressions flitting over her face.
Jesus, it turns me on. Her wide eyes, her gritting teeth, the choked, breathless moans leaving her lips without her noticing.
She looks as wild and feral as I feel, rocking against me, taking my cock so deep I could weep from the sheer pleasure of it. Ferocious.
She really wants this. Me.
She wants me.
Or at least my cock, and dammit, turn off for a second, will you, brain?
I pull her up and lean back, sitting on my heels, kneeling with her riding me, and oh fuck yeah, this is even better.
Her eyes go round as I thrust deeper, as deep as I can go, my heart pounding and my pulse filling my ears.
This is it. As I thrust up, into her, her tits in my face, her moans in my ears, her supple body draped over mine, this is as close as I can get to fucking heaven. My orgasm starts deep in my gut, a ball of fire uncoiling and spreading to my spine, to my balls, licking at my dick.
My rhythm falters as my cock swells more. Heat flows down its length, burning, and the pressure snaps.
I bury my face against her warm skin as I shoot, the pleasure so sharp it’s like a blade cutting through my middle.
Holy fuck. I hold on to her, my hands on her ass, as I curse and come and come some more, dimly hoping the condom won’t burst, and then she comes, too.
It’s fucking crazy. She convulses around my cock, crying out my name, her nails scratching at the back of my neck, and my dick keeps shooting, wringing my fucking balls dry.
“Matt…” She moans when I lower her down to the sofa, lay her on the cushions, still buried to the balls inside her. Her lashes flutter. She’s passed out, and it fucking makes me smile.
“Was it good?”
“So good…” She smiles back, her eyes dazed, and my chest tightens, my stomach doing a funny little flip.
Or was that my heart?
In any case, I’m totally, one hundred percent fucked.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Octavia
There’s a piece of paper stuck to my door.
Matt insisted on dropping me off, but I asked him to do it a few blocks down the street, not sure I wanted to answer everyone’s questions if they saw him.
Not that they wouldn’t ask anyway. It’s really late, and I can’t keep the sappy smile from my face no matter how hard I try.
And then this paper. Stuck with a kitchen knife to the front door of the house where I grew up, where my mom and Gigi and Merc live.