The Trade(65)

I suck in a harsh breath and say, “Natalie, what—”

My voice is cut off when her finger connects with my length.

My body surges with such unabashed need. It feels like my body is on autopilot. I flip the TV off and throw down the covers.

I can’t stop myself.

I know this is what she wants, a fling.

I know this is what she’s been looking for since she’s been here. And even though I know it’s going to be fucking painful for me in the morning, when I have to say goodbye to her, fuck if I can stop myself. I need this, this one taste, this chance to feel her for one goddamn moment.

Growling, I lift her and sit her on me, surprising the fuck out of her as her hands land on my chest. Her legs situate perfectly over my hips as her center rests on my lap and for a second, I wonder . . .

I slide my hands up her thighs, her mouth falling open from my burning palms running all the way up to her hipbones . . . where I feel nothing.

Eyes blazing, I look her dead in the eyes and say, “Where the fuck is your underwear?”

Breathing heavily, she answers, “Forgot them.”

Jesus Christ.

I run my hands over her hips, her nightgown pooling over my wrists as I grab two handfuls of her ass and help her move along my length.

“Oh God.” Mouth still parted, she says, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Her hands run up to my shoulders. “God, I’ve wanted this. You. Me. Feeling your skin against mine, knowing what it feels like to have your large hands on my body.” Her forehead falls to mine. “I need this, Cory. I need this so fucking bad.”

My neck strains as she starts to cautiously rub her wet center along my cock as it straightens against my stomach. She glances at our connection, seeing my exposed cock now, the fabric of my shorts not able to contain my length.

In shock, she looks back up at me as she sinks lower, pressing her clit along my shaft. “You’re so big, oh God, Cory . . . so big.”

“Then use me,” I say, head tilted back. “Show me how greedy your pussy can be and ride me.”

Her hands coast up my neck and cup my jaw as she starts to lower her head to mine. If she kisses me, there’ll be no turning back. The mouth I’ve idolized for the past few months, the mouth that’s starred in my dreams—the one I’ve fantasized sliding up and down my erection—it will ruin me. And yet, as she closes the space between us, I figure, I’m already ruined at this point. Feeling her wet heat with no underwear, there’s no turning back.

The only way to salvage any last piece of my heart in this moment is to give her what she wants, but not take.

Leaning back, I make her come to me, which she does, easily. Her thumbs rub against my rough jaw right before she lightly presses her lips against mine.

Motherfucker.

My hands slide up her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine, pressing her breasts against my chest as she makes another move of her lips against mine. Tentative and exploratory, she’s feeling me out, testing what I can give her. I don’t give much at first. Just the smallest movements as her hips still, focusing on the feel of our mouths.

After a few more passes, I move one hand all the way up to the back of her neck, thread my fingers through her hair, and then move her in closer, angling her mouth so when I part her lips, our mouths work in unison.

A tingling sensation forms at my breastbone, as the significance of this moment weighs heavily on me.

God, this woman. Her taste. The feel of her skin.

I open my mouth wider and swipe my tongue against her lip, and she moans. Holds on to me tighter and opens her mouth wider, making her own swipes across my lips until our tongues finally collide. It’s like fuel to the flame. My grip on her grows tighter as I taste her. Mint with an added sweetness that I’ve never tasted before, her own essence, which makes me wonder, what the fuck does her pussy taste like? If it’s anything like her mouth, I need to find out.

“Cory . . .” she groans, starting to move her hips again. “I want this. I need this. Please make me feel.”

I lower my hands to her hips and my mouth to her jaw, kissing down her neck and back up. “Then ride my cock. Show me how bad you want it.”

“Like this?” she asks, almost unsure.

“Yes, like that.”

With the fabric of my shorts between us, she cautiously starts to move up and down my length a few times before I drive her hips down on me and guide her, making her feel the girth of my dick between her thighs.

“Oh . . . fuck,” she says, gripping my shoulders to catch her balance. She moves faster, picking up her pace to where I see her start to lose control. Her eyes are shut, her hands holding on to me so tightly that if she lets go, she might float away. The strain in her neck is fucking sexy as hell.

“That’s it,” I say, encouraging her. “Use my dick, Natalie, use it.”

Her pace increases, her fingers bury into my shoulders, and then she calls out as her back stiffens.

I watch in wonder how her mouth falls open, a strangled cry falls past her lips, loud and feral, as she comes on my cock, her hips pressing down so hard that I feel the twinge of my balls start to stir. I bite down on my lip, holding back. I’m not going to fucking come, not like this.

Finally, she starts to slow down as her forehead falls to my chest, her breath hot against my skin as she tries to catch it.