“Okay,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“So, you’re not worried about the fact that I used to date your sister. A whole hell of a long time ago.”
“I’m not worried about that. I just don’t know exactly what I want.”
He took a few steps forward. When he reached his hand up to my face, I didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. When he trailed his fingers along my cheekbone, I sucked in a breath. My skin pebbled, and my breath hitched before slowly sliding out again.
“I don’t think it needs to be serious on day one,” Devin whispered. “But that’s up to you.”
I swallowed hard, trying to get my thoughts in order. It was always hard around him. And by always, I meant the three times I had seen him since we became adults.
I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know if there was anything to say at all.
Instead, I just looked up at him and then parted my lips, wanting to say something.
But there was nothing to say. Then, suddenly, his lips were on mine, and I couldn’t think at all.
Chapter 6
Devin
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. I knew I needed to pull back, needed to get my tongue out of her mouth, and not let my beard scrape her jaw, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything.
I knew we were on her damn porch, both of us out in the open where anyone could see, and all I could do was want her, need her, and taste her.
Damn, she tasted like Heaven. Like that margarita she’d sipped at all night mixed with a sweet and spicy taste that was all Erin.
Fucking. Erin.
Yeah, that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to push her against the door, pull down those tight jeans, and fuck her hard until we were both sweaty, sated, and panting.
And from the feel of my dick pressing into my zipper, I had a feeling that just might happen if I didn’t pull away right then.
So, I did the one thing that might kill me and my cock—I pulled away.
I rested my forehead on hers, both of our breaths coming out a bit choppily.
“We’re on your front steps. Anyone can walk by.” I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my heart. But it was hard when she was pressed against me. The hard line of my cock pushed against my jeans as I swore to myself. I tried to move closer to her. No, that was all my hips. But I couldn’t help it. She was just so damn sexy. So freaking hot. And she was in my arms.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide, the look in them a little wild.
“Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now. We can stop.”
She looked at me then, her hand sliding down my chest, her nails raking just a bit. I couldn’t really feel it through my shirt, but if I’d been naked? It would have hurt in the best kind of way. Damn it, I really needed to stop thinking about Erin like this. But I couldn’t help it. She was right here in my arms. And she wanted me. I wanted her.
Maybe…maybe it could work.
“Why don’t we go inside?” she breathed. I nodded. Then, somehow, we were both inside, my mouth on hers again, and her back pressed against the door. I didn’t remember closing it, didn’t remember sliding my hands around her hips then under her ass to lift her up. She was pressed against the door, her legs wrapped around my waist as I rotated my hips ever so slightly, rubbing my jean-clad cock against her.
She moaned, nipping at my chin, then my lips. Then we were kissing again, her hands sliding through my hair and then down my neck, her nails scraping just a little against my skin. I shivered and nibbled on her jaw, then licked her neck and bit down on her shoulder.
She was the one to shiver this time, and I grinned. Then I kissed her again.
“I want to be inside you,” I growled.
“Then why aren’t you inside of me already?”
I grinned and then nipped at her lips again. “I want to take it slow with you.”
“Slow?” She cocked her head to the side. “Why slow?”
“Because maybe you need slow.”
“Maybe I don’t.” She slid her hands between us and squeezed my cock through my jeans.
My eyes crossed, and I swore I saw stars. Jesus Christ, she was hot.
And, yeah, she had only been with one person, that much I had gathered. That damn Nicholas. Her ex-husband, the one who had cheated on her.
What if I wasn’t good enough for her? What if I went too fast, and she realized that all sex was a bust?
Great, no pressure.
Erin squeezed my dick again, and I swallowed hard. “You do that again, it’s going to be over mighty quickly. Even before I get inside you.”
“Then stop thinking so hard.”
I traced my finger along her cheekbone, needing to calm myself for just a moment.
“What if we need to think just a bit more? Not hard, just a bit.”
Her face shuttered for just a moment, and then she gave me a tight nod. I knew I’d said the wrong thing, but…fuck. I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d been hurt enough.
“I’m sorry if this is too much—”
I cut her off. “Stop it. I have my hands on you, and I really want to be inside you right now. This isn’t too much. I just don’t want to go too fast and miss out on you. I want to touch every part of you. Learn every taste. I want to know every inch of you with my tongue. And I want to fuck you hard and slow until you come. And I want you to come more than once. And for you to do that, we need to go a little bit slower. Because you keep squeezing my dick like you are? I’m not going to last, babe. I’m not a young kid anymore.”
“There’s nothing old about you, damn it.”
I grinned. “Maybe. But I’m going to blow my load right in my jeans like a teenager if you don’t stop.”
“So, you’re saying you’re too young and too old right now?” she asked, her eyes dancing with laughter. Good, she should be laughing, not worried about what she had been thinking about before. Because I didn’t want to see that shuttered look on her face again. I didn’t want to be the person who brought her there.
“What if we do a little bit of everything?” she asked, her voice a little breathy.
“Oh?”
“What if we do exactly what we need, and then go a little slower later? I mean, that is if you can handle more than once.”
My dick stood at attention, and I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“No. You’re the one pressing me up against this door. I’m just saying.”
“Okay, then. You asked for it.”
“Yeah, I did.” I growled and kissed her again.
I swept my hands through her hair, tightening my grip just enough. She tilted her neck to the side, and I latched on, nipping and biting and sucking. I felt like a damn vampire, but I loved the taste of her skin. I wanted more. So I trailed my fingers along her collarbone, tugging her sleeves down. She didn’t have anything on her shoulders, and that was just so damn sexy. It gave me access to all that skin to bite and lick and watch.
Damn, I loved her taste.
She tugged her arms out of her sleeves, and I pulled at the bottom of her shirt so it popped over her breasts.
She wore a strapless thing that I pulled down to reveal a lace, strapless bra, her nipples halfway out of the cups.
“Dear God,” I growled.
“Yeah, not the best bra. I think I’m a little too big for it.”
“No, don’t. I’m going to need a minute.”
“Another minute?”
“Jesus Christ. I knew I loved your breasts from just what I’d seen in that dress and around. But in this bra? It’s like it’s a feast. Yep, those nipples are calling to me. Look, they’re saying my name.”
“You are such a dork.”
“Pretty much.” I lowered my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth, letting it go with a pop.
She shivered in my hold, and I bit down before moving to her other breast, tugging the lace down so I could access the rest of her.
/> She was more than a handful, but not two. It was the perfect amount for me. And I had really big-ass hands.
I slowly molded her breast in my hand, using my hips to keep her pressed against the door. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I couldn’t help it. I just needed her this way.
I used the callused part of my thumbs to scrape across her nipples, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into the palms of my hands.
I squeezed and molded and lowered my head to suck and lick. She squirmed, her core hot against my jeans-clad dick.
I knew if we weren’t careful, we’d both end up on the floor and not in a comfortable way, so I let go but held onto her hips.
“Hey, I was almost finished,” she whispered.
“That’s good. But I don’t want us to get concussions from falling to the damn floor.”
“Oh. That’s probably a good idea.”
I carried her a few steps into the living room, then sat her down on the edge of the couch and went to town on her breasts again. I couldn’t help it. Her tits were magnificent.
I sucked, molded, and bit down, leaving kisses on the skin between her breasts before moving down to her belly. She wiggled as I knelt down, slowly undoing her pants.
Thankfully, she helped me lift up her ass as I slid off her jeans. I growled when I looked at her.
“Matching panties?”
“Just a thong because it worked with the jeans. I didn’t really think you’d be seeing it.”
Interesting. When she blushed, she flushed all fucking over.
Now that was fucking amazing.
I spread her legs on the edge of the couch and just looked at her, wanting her.
I pushed a little farther back, my hands on her knees, and she blushed even more.
“Devin.”
“What? I just want to look.”
“But you’re not touching. Not really.”
“You want me to touch?” I asked, tilting my head.
“I need you to.”
“Right answer.”
I slid one hand up her thigh and slowly rubbed my thumb along her mound over her panties. She sucked in a breath, her hands digging into the side of the couch. I kept one hand firmly on her other thigh so she wouldn’t fall back and paid special attention. I pinched her panties together so the material tightened just over her clit, and then slowly tugged them up and down, playing with her clit and her outer folds.
She panted, wiggling on the couch. I leaned forward and blew and breathed cool and then warm air on her.
“Devin.”
“I’m not done yet.”
I leaned forward and licked her in one long swipe that sent us both into moans.
“You taste like Heaven.”
“I…I need more.”
“I’ll give you more.” And then I did. I slid her panties to the side, threw both thighs over my shoulders, and then I ate.
And licked. And sucked. Spread her with my fingers as I went deeper. When I speared her with two digits, she shouted my name and came, tightening so hard around my fingers, I was afraid she might break me. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside of her.
I let her adjust to me as she came down from her orgasm and then slid my fingers in and out of her, using my thumb to play with her clit as I leaned forward to bite and lick at her.
She wiggled more on the couch, trying to pull away, but I kept going.
“Devin, it’s too much.”
“We’ve only just begun.”
And so I made her come again. When she did, she leaned back, almost falling off the couch. I quickly slid my fingers out of her, leaned up to kiss her hard on the mouth, and then used the wetness on my fingers to trace her lips.
“Taste yourself,” I ordered.
Her tongue dashed out, and her eyes widened as she licked at my fingers.
“Good girl.”
I kissed her again, tasting her on my tongue, my lips, just everywhere.
And because her body was shaking against me, I pulled her forward to a stand so she was leaning against the back of the couch with me in front of her.
“That was kind of ...” she whispered. I just grinned.
“At a loss for words?”
“I think so.”
“Good.”
“What about you?”
“We’re not done yet, baby.”
“Oh.”
She went to her knees immediately, trying to undo my belt, and I shook my head, kind of pulling away from her.
“Next time. After I come the first time inside you. I don’t think I’m going to last long if your mouth goes around me.”
She frowned. “But you went down on me. Don’t I need to go down on you, too? I mean it’s only fair.”
I shook my head, frowning.
I pulled her up again so she was standing in front of me, naked except for her thong pushed off to the side, and just cupped her cheeks, staring down at her. “If you want to, you can. Maybe not right now since I’m so on edge. But I did that to pleasure you. Because it pleased me. You never have to give me a blowjob just because I ate you out. It was exactly what I wanted to do. Do I want those lips around my cock? Fuck, yeah. But it’s not a tit for tat thing.”
“I thought you liked tits. Or were those tats?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Okay. You got me there. But it’s not a have to thing. Okay? No matter what we do between us, it’s never a requirement.”
I really hoped she got that because I had a feeling that what she’d said hadn’t been about me. No, it was about her douche of an ex. And since I didn’t want him between us, and I didn’t want him anywhere near this room, I pushed him from my thoughts and planned to do my best to push him from hers, as well.
I kissed her again and then pulled back so I could tug my shirt over my head.
“Now, turn over and bend just slightly as you take off that thong.”
She raised her brow. “Are we doing porn now?” she asked with a laugh.
“Maybe. But I need time to take off my shoes, so I figured I’d watch your ass work as I do.”
“Well, that’s a good answer.” She turned, went to her toes, and then bent just slightly to pull off her thong.
Yeah, she was going to kill me. Every damn curve. Every touch of skin. I wasn’t going to last long. Just looking at that ass of hers. Or her tits. Or her…anything right then just about did me in.
I took off my shoes and my socks and undid my jeans, and then I was naked, standing in front of her in the middle of her living room. I just wanted to fuck her hard right there.
Dear God. It was so hard to stay in control when she was around. It had been easier when I knew she was taken. Easier when I didn’t want to think about it. But now? Things were weird. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen when I walked into the bakery that morning. But here we were, naked in her living room and about to fuck. Hard. But it had to be just fucking. It couldn’t be anything more. Right? No, it couldn’t be. Neither of us wanted anything else.
Right?
Before I could let those thoughts muddle my brain, she took a step forward and slid her hand around my length. When she squeezed slightly, I groaned.
“You are way too good with those hands.”
“I would say the same to you, but I don’t want to say, ‘way too good’ because I think you are just right.”
“That’s good to hear. Now, I have a condom in my wallet. It’s still good, I can promise you that. But I only have the one. I wasn’t planning for this.” I looked at her then, hoping she could see the sincerity in my statement.
She gave me a nod and then a shy smile. “I don’t have any condoms in the house. I wasn’t expecting this either.”
I didn’t know why that made my chest warm like it did. She hadn’t been with her ex here. There wasn’t anything of him in this house. At least, not physically. That was good. It had to be good.
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p; “Okay, then we better make it count.”
I bent over and kind of slid the condom out of my wallet, knowing it wasn’t the best place to put it, but a man needed to keep it somewhere. I rolled it over my length, watching her eyes track my movements. I did it slowly. So slow, I was probably torturing myself, too, but I loved the way her pupils dilated, and her hand unconsciously went to her nipple, pinching ever so slightly.
Yeah, she was my dirty girl.
I couldn’t wait to slide into her.
“Now, where am I going to fuck you?” I pinched and squeezed the base of my cock, keeping myself steady as I looked around.
“Not the bedroom? she asked.
“No, that’s where I’ll eat you out after.”
“Oh?” She blushed again, all the way down to the tips of those pink breasts.
Perfection.
“Maybe this table?” I walked over and put my weight on it. “Yeah, it’s sturdy enough. Come here.”
“You do like ordering me around.”
I raised a brow. “And?”
“I think I’m okay with that.”
When she came over, I grabbed the back of her head, kissing her hard.
I slid one hand to her hip, helping her to the edge of the table. And then I was between her legs, the tip of my erection teasing her folds. She was already so wet, so hot, I knew she was going to be tight. But, damn.
We both froze. Our breaths coming in pants.
“Are you ready?” I asked her. She nodded, looking down between us. “Don’t want to go too fast. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t think you can,” she whispered.
I wondered right then if she had told a lie. I didn’t think the statement was just about being physical.
I slowly slid inside of her, one terrifyingly slow inch at a time. She sucked in a breath and then cradled my cheek. She was impossibly tight, even after everything we had already done. But that just meant she was even more swollen. I swallowed hard, watching her face as I slid my length into her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted, her pupils dilated. She was so sexy. It was hard for me to concentrate. But I would. Because she deserved this. She deserved so much.
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