Page 74 of A Little Secret

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Staring at the ceiling, I slide my fingers through her long hair, then cup the side of her face. I want to thrust. I want to force myself inside of her. Instead, I let her take the lead when we both know it’s exactly what she needs. A moment of control. Power. And considering how much has been ripped away from her lately, I’m happy to give it. I’ve imagined this a thousand times. What it would be like. How she would look. How deep she would take me. My imagination is shit.

Tiny mewls vibrate up her throat as she sucks on the head, dragging her tongue along the slit and swirling it around the head of my cock again as I try to steady my breathing.

“Never thought I’d have your mouth,” I groan. “Never thought I’d have any piece of you.”

I move my hands from her face and press my palms into the ground, fighting for restraint. For self-control as the cords along my neck tighten.

Diving back onto my cock like her mouth was made for it, she hums around me, her hands finding my balls. She’s so damn gentle as she rolls them around, tugging softly and driving me insane. It’s like she was made to please me. To make me come. To make me fall apart.

Fuck, I think I might be right.

Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling, not knowing if or when I’ll ever get it again. But if this is my only chance, my only opportunity, I’m not gonna squander it.

“Finley, come here,” I order.

With a quiet pop, my cock slips from her mouth, and she tilts her head. “So help me, if you tell me we should stop, I’m gonna—” She squeals as I hook my arms beneath her and pull her up.

“You want to know what it’s like, remember?” I growlagainst the long column of her throat. “What it’s like to be with someone other than that immature prick who couldn’t see what he was letting go.” Kissing her neck, I tug us to our feet, then guide her toward the bed as she hooks her arms around my waist. When the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the mattress, she tumbles onto it, bringing me with her. “Let me give you a glimpse.”

The girl’s like silk as I grind against her. Fuck, I feel like I’m losing my damn mind, and I’m not even inside her yet.

“Okay, this feels really good,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna need you to get inside me like right now.”

Smiling against her mouth, I reply, “You read my mind.” I press the head of my cock against her center but pause as the last of my sanity makes one final plea. “Fuck, a condom.”

“Already pregnant, remember?” she jokes.

“Fin,” I warn.

“If we’re being stupid, we might as well go for gold, right?” My cock twitches between us, and she grins. “Come on, big boy.”

“I’m clean,” I promise her.

“Me, too. Promise.”

With a single thrust, I push inside of her and drop my forehead to hers. Fuck. She’s tight. And wet. So fucking wet. My eyes roll back in my head as I force my body to not rip her in two, but it’s hard. Really fucking hard.

“Damn, Griff,” she pants. “I know I called you big boy, but, uh,ouch.”

A dry laugh escapes me. “Sorry, Fin.”

“No you aren’t.” She laughs.

I lift onto my forearms and stare down at her. “You’re right. I’m not.”

And it’s true. The idea of marking her, of making her sore enough to think of me any time she moves tomorrow,is almost as addictive as being inside her. Feeling every inch of her. Her shallow breathing. The slight angle of her heel pressed against my ass.

Dragging her trimmed nails along my spine, she whispers, “You can move now.”

Pleasure shoots through my balls as I slowly pull out of her, the friction better than anything I’ve ever experienced until I thrust into her again. And again. And again.

“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I didn’t think you’d feel this good.”

“I knew you would,” I admit. Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her again, taking control instead of letting her take the lead like before. I time my thrusts with my tongue, mirroring the movements as her core constricts around me. When the headboard bangs against the wall, I groan, sliding my hands beneath her ass and picking us both up. I hate how I have to hide it. This moment. This connection. This experience. If I’d given in at the hotel, this wouldn’t be an issue, but here? It’s only a reminder of how precarious the situation really is.

“What are you doing?” she asks.