Boyfriend Material (Hawthorne University, #2)(54)

“Anytime you want. Just sit on my face and I’ll take care of you.”

I reach for the waist of his joggers, loosening them. “I want you naked.”

He grabs my hands. “Wait.”

I blink. “What, you don’t want to?”

“I do. But . . .”

“But what?” I chew on my lips. “We can have sex. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.” I know how you operate, Eric. I have to remember that.

He doesn’t seem to like my reply, a frown appearing, but then it’s gone. “Right. Okay.”

He kisses me and I taste myself on him as our tongues tangle. I reach for his shirt and pull it over his head as he shoves down his joggers to his ankles. He kicks them away along with his socks and shoes.

He’s exquisite naked. A muscled beast with emotional, needy eyes.

His gaze rakes down my body. “Fucking gorgeous. You don’t ever have to ask if I want to fuck you. The answer will always be yes. And right now, I want this . . .”

He scoops a hand under my hips and twists me around with no effort, so I’m facing the wall. He runs his hands over the globes of my ass, then smacks me. I cry out.

“Perfect ass,” he says with appreciation, leaning down and running his tongue over it.

My back arches for him, reveling in the feel of his hot hands.

He brings his body close to mine, his cock at the crack of my ass. He rubs it back and forth there as wetness drips down my leg. “This is what you want?”

“I didn’t realize what a ginormous tease you are,” I murmur as he cups my breasts.

He tweaks my nipples as he kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to get to these perfect tits soon, but first . . .”

I hear a packet rip, and I turn to watch him slide a condom on one-handed. I lean forward, resting my elbows on the bed. His cock is thick and long as he strokes it.

He nudges inside me just a little.

I gasp and hang my head as he pushes in inch by inch, stretching me, but not quite going all the way.

“You’re so tight,” he says with a groan as he plants his hands on my hips and eases more of him in my channel. The burn is exquisite, the feel of him perfect. “You good?”

“Hmm.”

He slides out, leaving just the tip inside me, then plunges in deeper. He hisses as he exits, then pumps in again, still not far enough.

“You doing good?”

“Stop talking and fuck me,” I say around another needy moan.

He thrusts in all the way.

A rough sound comes from his throat as he pauses and lets me adjust. His hands massage my ass. “You feel so fucking right, Julia.”

He pumps back out then in, getting into a rhythm as his hands dig into my hips. He angles up, adjusting his legs to brace himself, and whatever he’s hitting inside me, it’s a chord that has never been struck. Another orgasm builds inside me, and I know it’ll be even fiercer than the first one.

He picks up speed, making me whimper with every thrust. His fingers dig into my skin and I wonder if he’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. I want them. I need the intensity.

The bed frame bangs against the wall. Thump, thump, thump.

Desire makes me dizzy as he drives into my pussy.

Faster. Faster.

My hips thrust back against him, eager for more. Sensations ripple over me as my walls grasp at him.

Guttural sounds come from his chest. I feel the wetness between us, the evidence of how much I want him.

He fucks like a madman, and that realization amplifies the heat between us.

His rhythm increases to a frantic pace, and my climax begs to be released.

He senses it. “You ready?”

“Soon. But I want you to . . .” I protest.

“Don’t worry about me.” His fingers ease around and flick furiously at my clit as I shudder in pleasure. “Come,” he growls, and I let go, moaning as I fall apart.

My body trembles, my muscles relaxing as tension pours out of me. I rest my cheek on his pillow and open my legs wider, spurring him to come. Groaning, he lifts me and turns me over without breaking rhythm.

He hovers above me. I can see his face with his body pressed flush against mine. His cock drills into me, not missing a beat as he sucks on my neck, his unshaven face rubbing the skin. I wrap my legs tight around him and pull his ass to me.

A sort of wonder hits me. His pupils are blown, his hair a mess as it swings around his face. He’s lost in ecstasy, and I’m the one that’s taking him there.

“We’re rewriting the past,” I say without meaning to, but there it is, out there in the universe.

“Julia . . .” he murmurs and I imagine I see a dawning in his depths.

A new beginning. Endless possibilities.

Am I crazy?

He growls as he kisses me hard. I feel his cock swell even bigger as he comes. His neck arches up and he roars it out as he pumps.

I stroke his back, running my fingers down the contours of his body.

He rolls off of me and puts his forearm over his head.

We’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat.

He looks over at me and grins. “They don’t call me The Miracle for nothing.”

I poke him in the ribs as he tugs me next to him and we snuggle.





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