Pushing the Limits(44)

"You sure love to break the rules, don't you, Ms. Evans?" I lean over her body and kiss the top of her nose.

"Only the ones that come with benefits."

"I should've known you were a rule breaker. You and Ms. Chatty Pants are  always whispering back and forth to each other." I smirk, grinding my  hips against hers.

Her hips arch and she groans. "To be fair, we were whispering about you."

My brow arches, a pleased smile forming on my lips. "Well, in that  case … " I lean down and cover her mouth as I spread her legs apart with  my knee. "Guess that means I'll have to make you scream until you lose  your voice so we don't have that problem anymore."

"You wouldn't dare!" She gasps, trying to push me away.

"You're cute to try and stop me." I wink and begin lowering my body down hers, kissing her neck and chest along the way.

I lick and suck my way down her abdomen, loving the way she squirms  underneath me. At the apex of her thighs, I spread her wide so I can  claim what's mine.

"So wet," I hum, blowing cool air over her heated flesh, causing goose  bumps to rise on her skin. I slowly lick the length of her pussy and she  shudders. "I need to hear you," I demand.

I begin fucking her with my tongue, my lips, and teeth, eating  her-eating her like I needed it for survival. I'd make her come on my  face, wouldn't stop until she was screaming my name, losing her voice in  the process.

Eager moans issue from her throat as her body arches off the bed, my  mouth clamped on her, not willing to release her until I taste her  against my lips.

"Fuck … " she screams. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling and squeezing  as her thighs clench around my neck. I suck harder and look up the  expanse of her body, admiring the flush of her skin as I wrap a hand  around her breast. Her nipples are hard, little rosy points, begging to  be sucked next.

Her head falls back, her arms dropping to the bed as her palms fist the sheets.

"You need it, sweetheart?" I growl, looking up to meet her eyes. "Say it."

"Yes! Pleasepleaseplease … " she pleads, her aching pussy throbbing against my mouth. "I'm so close … "

Her hips buck, grinding her pussy against my mouth, taking what she  wants. I suck and lick until she shakes against my lips, releasing her  sweet, filthy juices.

"Mm … " I moan and lick my lips.

She tilts her head with an enticing smirk. "That's a satisfied look you've got on your face there, Professor."

My cock jumps at her velvety tone, all sated and smooth.

"I've warned you about calling me that, Ms. Evans." I crawl up her body,  wrapping a hand around her wrists and pulling them up over her head.         

     



 

I align my cock against her pussy and roll my hips, the tip rubbing  against her swollen lips. Her hips arch up, eagerly needing me inside  her.

"No, no no … " I taunt, pulling away from her.

She groans, her eyes hazy. "I thought you had to leave?" she challenges. "Either fuck me or let me do it myself."

Jesus.

I lean over and grab a condom from her nightstand. I rip it open and hand it to her. "Put it on me."

She takes it, keeping her eyes fixed on mine as she rolls it over my  length. Her sweet little hands wrap around my cock before I can stop  her.

"Rub your clit," I demand, aligning myself against her opening. She does  as I say, leaning back and rubbing circles around herself. "Now watch  me."

Opening her eyes, she positions herself so she can continue as I slide  deep inside her, the buildup already tight and hugging my cock fucking  tight.

"That's my girl," I hum. "Keep going." Her hand moves faster as I thrust  harder, feeling her body shake every time I hit that one deep spot  that's sure to keep her screaming.

Moaning, her body shudders, and her thighs shake as I pull her legs up  to her chest. She's wide and open for me, my cock pushing deeper with  every eager thrust.

"Aspen, baby … " I growl. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"Don't stop," she pleads, her hand furiously working her sensitive clit.

I lean down against her chest, wrapping her legs around my waist as I  cup her ass cheek in one hand. I work against her harder and faster, her  body quick to keep up with my movements.

I wrap my lips around her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and  biting lightly. She yelps, begging for more. I squeeze it hard in my  palm, giving it a gentle slap before my mouth clamps down on her again.

"Yesyesyes … ohmygod … fuck … "

"Christ, I fucking love it when you're loud, baby."

"I need to come … pleaseplease let me come."

"How do you want it, sweetheart?" I slow down just a bit, her chest pounding rapidly against mine. "Tell me what you want."

"Bend me over," she begs. "Take control."

A heated growl releases deep in my throat at the intensity of her words.  I love that she trusts me enough to take care of her, all fear of  showing her how I feel eases as I flip her over.

I lay her flat on her stomach as I kneel over her and slap her ass  cheeks. "God … " I mutter. Her flesh flushes a rosy pink from my  handprints. I palm her cheeks and spread her as I line my cock up with  her entrance and thrust inside in one long stroke.

A sweet moan hums from her lips as I slide a hand up her spine and grab a  fist full of her messy hair. I tug lightly, pulling her head back,  exposing her throat. I thrust inside her again, deep and smooth. I feel  her tightening around me already, her pussy so tight and wet, but I  can't get enough. I slide my other hand under her chest and palm her  breast, fucking her recklessly as she begins quivering against me.

"Mm, Morgan … " her voice a breathless plea as her fingers dig into the mattress, moaning my name again. "Yes, like that."

"That's it. Let me hear you, sweetheart," I demand.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock, as she comes screaming my name.  "Jesus … your pussy gets tight when you come." I bury myself deeper inside  her, chasing my own release.

"Fuck … " My jaw clenches as both our bodies go limp, motionless.

I barely catch myself before collapsing on top of her. I roll to the side and quickly dispose of the condom.

Aspen's still trying to catch her breath, all sated with mussed up hair.  The epitome of the just fucked look and she's gorgeous. I lean up on my  elbow looking down at her smiling face. She's everything I could have  asked for but never thought I would have, and I'm falling hard. Gently, I  brush her hair back, tucking the wayward strands behind her ear then  lightly kiss her lips.

We lay there, catching our breaths, kissing-until her stomach growls  breaking the silence. Her cheeks turn pink and she hides her face behind  her hands, embarrassed laughter fills the room.

Her embarrassment is so damn adorable.

"Well, sounds like we need to get some food in you." I tease, "We wouldn't want you to get hangry."

"Can we pretend that never happened?" She wrinkles her nose. "And I don't get hangry!"

I laugh loudly at her indignation. "It's my experience that all women get hangry when denied food."

I playfully slap her ass and get up, grabbing her hand to pull her with  me. I was supposed to leave an hour ago, but it's so worth it to be  late.         

     



 

As we walk toward the kitchen, I stop and notice the paintings displayed  in the hallway. They're covered with portraits of her sister and some  with them together.

I carefully rub a finger along the painting, tracing the lines of her  face. "What was her name?" I ask, realizing she'd never told me.

"Um … " she stumbles, looking down. "Ari."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." She cuts me off. "It's starting to feel easier to talk about her now."

I give her a sympathetic smile. "I can't get over how beautiful they  are. I notice you use a lot of similar colors in your pieces of her."

"Yeah." She smiles. "Teals and yellows," she explains, her eyes bright and wide. "Each color means something to me."

"What are hers?" I ask, intrigued. I glance over at her staring hard at it.

"Happiness and laughter. She was the teals and yellows of my life.  Always laughing, always smiling. Her happiness made me happy. Before she  started cutting, we'd always get into trouble for talking and laughing  past our bedtime. She'd tell me made up stories and they always made me  burst out into fits laughter. I'd pull my sheets over my mouth to cover  the sound, but our parent's room was down the hall and they always heard  us."

"I love that." She turns and looks at me. "Teals and yellows."

She nods with a small smile. "Yeah. It's how I want to always remember her."

"You can remember her any way you want. She's your memory. Her life  might've been short, but it's made a big impact on you." Her eyes lower  as she fidgets, and I'm afraid I've pushed too far. "Aspen?"