Page 81 of Never Forever

I slipped my hand down between us and cupped his cock through his pants.

He shuddered, then stilled.

Got you, I thought, with no small amount of glee.

Then his hand slipped between my legs.

Don’t do it, I told my feet.Stay strong. But I was weak and of their own volition my feet shifted, giving him room. He had to feel how hot and wet I was, even through my clothes. Only it wasn’t embarrassing because I could feel how hard he was.

I squeezed him.

He pressed the seam of my shorts harder against me. The heel of his hand keeping steady pressure against my clit until I whimpered, biting hard on my bottom lip.

“Is this… a contest?” I asked, trying to keep my breath steady.

He growled.

“You think you can make me come faster than I make you come?”

“I’m not a teenage boy anymore, Carrie,” he said.

It shouldn’t have been hot. It had no business being hot. But it was. That eager to please and so easy to please boy, who had developed such iron clad control after the first time we had sex, had now turned into a man with stamina. What a combination.

I saw the white slice of his cocky smile.

Oh, he wasn’t the only one who could play this game.

His belt, button and zipper were nothing and in no time my fingers were pressed against the hot skin of his belly. He was a little furrier than he’d been years ago. Harder. Stronger. I felt him suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I was suddenly eager to catalog all the differences time had made to this body.

I slipped my hand into his underwear, my bare skin against his bare skin. A strangled sound came out of his chest.

“And I’m a full-grown woman,” I said, running my thumb over the head of his cock. Soft and damp with pre cum. Making sure my audience was riveted, I brought that thumb up to my mouth and licked it clean.

What are you doing? Some part of me screamed. This is a catastrophic mistake!

Was there any other kind with Matt Sullivan? We were nothing or we were going to burn the whole world down.

He didn’t even bother unbuttoning my shorts, he yanked the buttons with a rip that sent a tremor through me.

He was silent. His breath harsh in his throat. Hot on my face. My knees wanted to buckle, but I kept them firm. Solid.

“Try,” I said. “I dare you.”

His dark wicked chuckle made everything worse.

He shoved my shorts and my underwear aside and his thick calloused fingers went deep. I shuddered up on my tip toes. All of it too much. Too fast. I winced.

It had been…well, years.

Since him.

“Carrie?” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

That I would never admit to. Not ever.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “I barely feel a thing.”