Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(53)
She cries out when I reach down to cup her and feel the smooth, wet skin beneath my palm. “Shit. Jesus Christ. How long have you been this wet, baby? You’re soaking my hand.”
Her head falls back against the pillow and she arches her back, pushing against my hand with a twist of her hips. I slide a finger through her slit and groan as it sinks inside her tight hole with no resistance. With my thumb pressed to her clit she cries out and I slide in a second finger, jack knifing them when I feel her begin to quiver around them. Desperate noises spill from her pretty mouth as she grinds against my fingers, needing release. But I only plan on having her come around my cock tonight. Not my fingers and not my tongue. She can soak my face in her cum when I take her again later. I need to feel all of her right now.
She sobs with frustration when I slide my hand from her pussy and grip myself with it instead, using her wetness to cover the throbbing length. I give my shaft a couple hard pulls as I watch her catch her breath, thighs spread wide to reveal glistening pink flesh.
The tightness in my spine lets me know that I won’t be lasting long tonight, so I don’t wait anymore time before rearing back and burying myself deep inside of her, feeling fingernails rip into my back as Sierra cries out with the sudden fullness. I reach up and grab the headboard, squeezing my eyes shut when I thrust into her again, cursing under my breath as she tightens around me like a fucking fist. I’m barely holding on as I thrust ruthlessly, slapping my hand on the headboard over and over again.
“Braden!” she cries as she comes quivering around me, scratching at me like an animal. Grabbing the back of my neck and tilting my head down, she forces me to watch her fall apart. The unguarded affection in her silver eyes has a piece of me shattering, crumbling into a pile of dust laid at her feet as I fall right there with her. I grab both of her hands from around my neck, sliding them down my skin and dropping to my elbows before intertwining our fingers together beside her head. My thrusts become sloppy and I shoot deep inside of her with a mangled grunt. Our chests rise together rapidly, both of us falling into a dark, dangerous pit that I don’t ever want to crawl out of.
I collapse on top of her with her name on my lips.
Where it belongs.
Sierra
A clang sounds from the kitchen, jolting me awake.
The bed is cold, hauntingly so as I notice the other half of my blankets are pulled up and tucked under the barren pillow. The unmistakable scent of Braden still lingers on the sheets, providing a thick sense of comfort that I didn’t know I needed.
Standing up with the comforter wrapped around my naked body, I suck in a sharp breath at the sharp pain between my legs and carefully walk—or waddle, more like it—to my closed bedroom door. With my heart thumping nervously, I slowly twist the knob and pull the door open an inch.
A shirtless Braden stands fumbling with the frying pan I see resting on the stove. I can hear the quiet grumbles of a few incoherent words as he slides a flipper under a frying egg and attempts to flip it.
A girly giggle that I hardly recognize slips through my grin, catching his attention as he jumps back from the oven. He spins around on his sock-covered feet wearing a nervous expression on his handsome face that I find utterly adorable. My grin doesn’t dare falter as I open the door fully and walk towards him.
“Did I wake you up? Shit. I tried to be quiet,” he rambles, a tinge of red moving up his neck.
Woah, is the great and mighty Braden Lowry blushing? At something that I said? I don’t know what universe I woke up in, but I don’t think that I ever want to leave.
“Nah, I was already up,” I lie—pretty convincingly, if I might add.
He pushes out a sigh, clearly not believing me, but drops it regardless. “Are you hungry?”
The fire alarm begins blaring through my apartment, no doubt waking up my neighbours, but I could care less. I catch sight of the large puffs of grey smoke floating behind Braden’s broad shoulders and rush past him. A small flame singes the corner of a hand towel, one that he has left resting directly on the burner. I burst out laughing before I can stop myself.
“Were you planning on serving me this for breakfast?” I ask, quickly grabbing hold of the burning cloth before dumping it in the kitchen sink and turning the tap on. After the flames are extinguished, leaving nothing more than burnt fabric behind, I spin around to see Braden’s rigid figure, waves of annoyance radiating from his shoulders and a scowl on his mouth.
“And now I’m never cooking again.”
“If that’s how you cook, then I must agree with that brilliant idea.” I giggle again, a sense of happiness falling over us and filling my belly with warmth.
“You didn’t have any toaster waffles or I would have just made those.”
“It’s okay, Braden. Everybody has flaws,” I tease, loving the way his eyes narrow at my subtle insult. I kiss away his pout.
“Careful, Sierra. Don’t test me when I’m tired,” he replies slyly, pulling me back to his chest and holding me when I go to step back.
I don’t really mind being held so tightly to this strong man, especially after the sweet gesture he just made, so I cuddle into him closer, pressing my cheek to his chest. “When did you get up, anyway? It’s still really early.”
“I couldn’t really sleep. Too much on my mind.”
“Oh, okay. I know that we didn’t really get a chance to talk about what upset you yesterday, but I’m here if you want to talk abou—”