Let Me (O'Brien Family, #2)(42)

Another groan, followed by a whimper when my teeth clamp down. Damn, I want her.

“Let’s not use anything, okay?” she begs, her voice trembling.

It’s what I want too, which is why I’m asking. I’ve always used a condom when I’ve f*cked. With Sol it’s the last thing I need. I don’t want anything coming between us and our bare flesh.

Sol is worked up from me teasing her breasts, breathing like she’s in agony. But I know that’s not pain she feels. Her thighs bat against my legs as I continue to suck. Yet by now I’m tired of this bra, her panties, everything keeping her naked from me. Maybe she is, too.

She flings off her bra the moment I unhook it, and steps out of her panties and kicks them away when I yank them down. But she’s not touching me, she doesn’t know what to do. So I lead her down to her knees and tell her.

“Will you go down on me?” I ask. And just like that, I’m that much harder.

Her eyes shimmer in a way that tells me she can’t wait to start. And for once, I’m all but begging for it. She edges closer, but it’s not until I pull out my stiff length and place it into her wide open mouth that she starts.

My head cranes back and my eyes squeeze shut as the heat from her throat envelops me. At first I tense at the invasion, but then it’s like everything changes. I groan when my tip slides deeper. Damn, it feels good, that misplaced shame completely gone. My scars―all that pain―it doesn’t matter. With her, and the way she takes me, it’s like I’m f*cking perfect.

I thread my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to go faster. But as she fastens her lips tighter, my breath releases in a growl and my hands fall away.

She moans against me as she continues to work me, the vibration in her throat tempting my release. I open my eyes and glance down, grinding my jaw hard enough to snap when I lift her hair from her face and her eyes meet mine. My chest rises and falls with each quick breath, I’m ready to finish―so close I’m not sure I can speak. But when I do, I mean what I say, “God damn, you’re beautiful.”

I scrunch my eyes closed when her head dips further down. I can’t hold out much longer, my body ready to give into that release. “Sol . . .” I rasp, forcing my heavy lids open. She lifts her gaze, meeting mine. “My turn.”

Before she can ask, I have her in the air. In one smooth move she’s on her back, her legs spread, and my face is buried against her. She screams, her body bouncing off the mattress and her fingernails clawing my sheets.

Her legs kick out on either side of me, flailing as she starts to scoot back. “Oh, God,” she grunts when I suck harder.

I haul her back, flinging one of her legs over my shoulder. I devour her soft flesh, returning every bit of pleasure she gave me, and maybe more. She squirms, unable to keep still, moaning so loudly I know that she’s close. I increase my efforts, adding a little more suction before sliding my fingers inside her.

My tongue eagerly circles and my fingers move fast. She starts swearing, her hips rocking against my hand. I’m making her hot, but as I increase my speed she loses control, calling my name, pleading for me not to stop. When she comes, it’s wild, strands of her hair smacking her in the face as she whips her head back and forth.

I lift my chin, easing her down from the rush and lowering her body to the bed. Her eyes fix on mine. “I want you so much,” she stammers, barely managing the words.

I crawl up her body my hand smoothing away her hair. “You sure?” I ask, hoping the hell and back she means what she says.

At her nod, I place my thick head between her legs, slicking it against her folds. “Good,” I tell her, my eyes closing briefly from the heat and feel of her body. “So f*cking good.”

I don’t slide in as easily as I think I will, her center taught and narrow. But the pressure only makes me want her more. “Damn, you’re tight,” I whisper against her mouth.

She shifts beneath me, allowing her knees to fall all the way open. “Sorry,” she says, like it’s a bad thing.

“Don’t be,” I tell her. “Just tell me if it hurts.”

She’s not a virgin. I’m pretty sure she’s not. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt her, especially since it’s obvious I’m a lot bigger than she’s used to.

I curl around her, kissing her as I try to make my way in. She moans, deepening our kiss, trying to taste every bit of me. I smile with total sin as I realize what she’s doing. “You like how you taste on my lips?” I ask. She answers with a whimper, her stare growing heady. “Then you’re really going to like the way I f*ck you,” I promise.

Her spine bows as I slide the rest of the way, filling her. I take it slow at first, making sure she’s not in pain, but once her hips rock beneath mine, there’s nothing slow about what I do.

My rhythm is fast, hard, moving her further up the bed as our bodies collide and create the perfect beat. She fastens her ankles around me, encouraging and forcing each thrust. My head lowers to kiss her ear, causing her body to grip mine and clench me further.

The heat between us builds. She’s swearing, and hell, so am I, both of us loud as those familiar jolts of electricity shoot across every nerve cell in my body. But it’s like I can’t stop talking dirty, can’t stop telling her how hot she’s making me.

She peaks, her body shuddering as I finally release. Son of a bitch. Normally, I last longer. In my condition, and in my youth, I always keep going. But after what she did to me, and how I went down on her, I don’t think either of us stood a chance.