Learning Curves(19)

“Look at you. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re going to come.”

“I know,” she murmured, a desperation in her voice as she kissed his neck, his ear, her lashes fluttering against his skin as she pulled him harder against her. “I love the way you touch me.”

He pushed another finger inside her and drew small circles with his thumb. “That’s good, because I plan on spending the entire weekend touching you. Everywhere.”

She looked down between their bodies and sighed. “I’m at the mercy of your cock. All I can think about is having you inside me.”

Holy Fuck.

He ripped his pants open, gripped her legs and positioned his crown at her entrance. A quick breath, and one working brain cell stilled him before he pistoned forward. “Shit.”

“What?” she asked. She panted, her lids heavy as she looked at him.

“I only had a few condoms. I don’t keep any here. I’ve never brought—”

“I have some.”

He arched a brow. “Oh really?”

“Well, I lost a bet, and you did tell me you wanted to fuck,” she teased.

He cupped her chin, pressed his mouth to hers and drew her in for a long, hard kiss. Their tongues slashed, and the rawness, the carnal hunger inside him as he devoured her made it hard for him to breathe. When he pulled back she reached for him, and the action sent need roaring through him, so intense and harsh it stunned him. He tried to breathe through it, but it gripped him and held tight.

“Still think you lost the bet?” he asked.

“No, now go,” she said, her words rushed. “They’re in my purse. Kelli dropped a bunch in there yesterday after the game.”

He laughed. “Remind me to give her a raise.” Cock throbbing, he looked around the kitchen, the ache between his legs harder, sharper, demanding. “Where the fuck is your purse?”

She pointed to the living room. “On the coffee table.”

He groaned. “That’s just too fucking far away. I don’t want to stop touching you.”

“Don’t stop then,” she said, running her hands all over his bare chest, sliding lower to grab his cock. Her hand on his dick felt good, too good.

He took a wheezing breath. “What about a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.” She squeezed his dick. “And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean. I get tested every six months, and this will be the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex.” No way in hell he’d risk it with anyone else. But damn, he needed inside her. And he trusted her.

“Good. Then stop talking and just fuck me already.”

He tugged on her hair as his lips crashed down on hers. His other hand gripped his cock, and his muscles burned as he plunged rougher than ever before, pounding hard, like his very life depended on it.

“Liiiiiinc. Yes.”

Her body opened to him as he filled her. He clenched his jaw, need, pure fucking need, twisting inside him. He fucked her with a savagery he’d never before known. Plunging deep, pulling out, and slamming home again. She squirmed and moaned, her tight pussy making him harder than steel.

She clawed at his back and took him deep. “Like that. Just like that.”

He rocked into her, pulling almost all the way out only to bury himself deep again. Jesus, it didn’t just feel good, it felt right. She felt right. The pressure brewing between his legs drove him to the edge, and his breathing changed. She bit his shoulder, her thighs tightening around him. His cock pulsed, and he took a painful breath.

He cupped her face. “You’re so pretty, Lauren. I want you in every possible way.”

“Yes.” She slipped her hand between their bodies to rub her clit, and her mouth formed an O as she touched herself, owning her sexuality, taking what she needed. Hot. So fucking hot.

His heart thumped, and his mouth sought hers. He wet her bottom lip then pushed his tongue inside as he gripped her hips for better leverage. “I can’t get deep enough.”

“I need more,” she said.

“Use my cock. Grind on it. Bury it inside you. Take anything you want. Fuck, Lauren. Take everything.”

He growled and pumped deep, negotiating his stance to pound harder. He shifted and rotated, anything to drive in deeper. Drunk on her, he reached a maddening pace, so fucking needy it frightened him.

Her muscles tightened, teasing his orgasm, and she cried out his name. “That’s it,” he murmured as she clawed and scratched at his flesh. Her warmth singed his cock, and he threw his head back. He took deep choppy breaths as his brain shut down, pleasure taking over with the hot flow of need pouring from his body.

He spasmed and pulsed and held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing labored. “Holy fuck, Lauren.”