Page 101 of Stay
“I love that thing,” he says, tossing it over his head and diving back into me.
I laugh and then am moaning in the next second, my cries getting louder and more desperate.
His fingers slide inside while his tongue focuses on my clit, and I don’t think I can take it. I arch off of the bed and my orgasm is so long and so intense, I don’t know how he can possibly still be giving it to me this good, but he does. When I fall back against the bed, limp as a noodle, he wipes his mouth and kisses his way up my body, pausing to put on a condom.
In seconds, I’m ready for more, and I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him against me.
“We’re just getting started, sweetness,” he says, his face hovering over mine.
His erection juts between us, hard and ready, and I’m so wet that with the smallest nudge at my entrance, he starts to slip inside. He gasps and burrows into my neck, leaving a small bite as the rest of his body stills.
“I need a second,” he says. “You feel so fucking good, Felicity.”
He pulls out and I whimper. He slides back in, a little deeper this time.
“I want to take you in every position, but I want to see your face when you come too much. I want to hear your sweet sounds in my ear and I want to see your eyes when you’re squeezing me inside.”
“Sutton,” I cry, my hands and legs pulling him deeper into me.
More, more, more.
“So greedy.” He grins.
It’s that diabolical grin that makes every nerve in my body stand at attention.
“Don’t tease me, Sutton. Give me everything.”
His smile falls and determination takes its place.
“You want everything?” he rasps, bending down to lick my mouth.
His last word is hoarse, and he grips my thighs tight and slams into me. Again and again and again and when his hand snakes between us, pressing against me, my eyes roll back in my head. When we start to get close, he flips me on top of him and I’m so dazed that it takes me a minute to process what’s happened.
He licks his lips, the hunger in his eyes all-consuming, and gives me a defiant look like he’s daring me.
I think he expects me to ride him, so what I do next throws him off completely. I lift up and we both groan when he glides out of me. But when I start to crawl off the bed, he leans up on his elbows.
“What—” He looks like a sad little boy whose favorite toy has just been taken from him.
I smirk over my shoulder and walk toward the desk in the hotel room, reaching out to grab the pen. I sample it on the little pad of paper to make sure it works and smile when it’s a deep black.
“I love a quality pen,” I tell him as I climb back on the bed and sit on his thighs, his cock twitching like it’s looking for me.
“I feel like I knew this about you based on your planner, but is this really the time?—”
I laugh and lean forward, moving his dick over just a bit and smoothing the skin between his hip bone and his deep V. My hair falls over his abs and lower and he groans as his muscles tense. I find the spot I want and write in pretty handwriting:
I WANT EVERYTHING IF EVERYTHING MEANS YOU.
He leans up, watching as I write and since it’s upside down for him, he reads it out loud slowly. When I’m done and he’s read the last word, his eyes meet mine and he leans up, his chest against mine. He lifts my hips just enough to slam me over his length. My head falls back and I cry out.
“You’re so deep,” I say, my chest rising and falling against his.
“Look at me.”
I do and what I see in his gaze is almost too much. I want to believe what I see there, but I’m scared to trust that I’m right.
“I’ll give you everything until you’re ready to find your everything elsewhere,” he says, pushing my hair back, his hand lingering on my cheek. “Okay?”