In seconds, I’m crawling down her body and then my tongue is inside her folds, lapping at the sweet wetness glistening on her skin.
“Fuck!” she cries out when I push a finger inside at the same time I suck on her clit.
Her hips buck off the bed, and this might be my new favorite drink. Fuck liquor or beer, I’m going to get drunk off Taya.
Delicate but demanding fingers are pulling at my shirt until it’s up around my chin, my head in her pussy obstructing the material from pulling free of my body. I lift so Taya can pull it all the way off, and she takes advantage of the position by undoing my belt buckle. Just the sound of that makes my dick twitch with immense anticipation.
“I want you. Now.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. In a flash, I’m naked and reaching to my bedside drawer for a condom. My dick is so hard that the minute it meets the air, I’m hissing. Taya takes it in her hand as I rip open the condom with my teeth, rubbing her thumb over the pre-cum leaking out of my head.
I nearly swallow my tongue when she touches me, and I’m about to blackout as I roll the protection on and position myself.
When I push in, we both groan so loudly it must wake the gods. I don’t know how long it’s been for her, but it’s been too long for me. Too long and too much waiting when it comes to this woman. The sense of relief is just as heightened as the sense of pleasure.
This is why I wait. This is why I assess and don’t just fuck every random girl. This is why my friends think I’m a prude who can’t get down with a little kink.
Because when I finally connect with someone and it gets physical, the chemistry is out of this world. As I skate my teeth over Taya’s bare skin, I feel like the entire world could implode, and the two of us would still be here. We’re going to fuck each other’s brains out, and it’ll be the hottest thing anyone could ever experience. This is better than twins giving blow jobs or threesomes with nameless faces.
There is nothing better than Taya under me right now, clawing at my back as I press her knee back into the mattress. There is nothing better than the look on her face when I thrust deep, making her eyes roll back. There is nothing better than the sounds she’s making or the way her teeth have sunk into my shoulder.
And there is definitely nothing better than pounding into her with wild abandon before feeling her pussy spasm and the guttural moan leave her throat as she orgasms.
I swear to all that is holy, I could die a happy man right here, right now.
I’m a predatory animal, drawn to the smell, sight, and sound of her as she gyrates her hips up into me and milks that orgasm for every last drop. I’m so enthralled that I don’t even realize I’m about to come until white spots dot my vision and my whole body seizes in rigors of lust and pleasure. The growl I let out surely just shook the whole attic, and I bury myself in all of her chocolate brown waves as I spill into the condom.
Catching my breath is hard as I come to my senses, Taya still wrapped around me. I roll to my side, careful not to put my weight on her, and pull her against my chest. We don’t speak, the intense reality of what just happened floating all around us.
I want to do it again. Immediately.
But Taya pushes off and rolls away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, some of the venom from my mood tonight still trapped in my chest.
“It was just once.” Her voice is small and quiet.
My fingers circle her wrist and pull her back down until I can climb over her and I’m positioned between her legs again. My cock is already getting hard, the head pressing on the inner part of her thigh.
“If you think that, you’re truly insane.”
“Or maybe you are, for bringing me up here.”
She’s always challenging me, and I kind of love it. “Let’s find out whose crazy then.”
20
Taya
“You’re late.”
It’s the first thing Austin’s grandfather says when he greets him, and I get the vibe that this whole affair is going to be awkward.
When Austin asked me to drive up to Webton in the middle of the week, I was pretty shocked. We were sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch together, he’d surprised me and picked up subs from a place I liked in the Commons, and he mentioned his grandfather’s retirement party. Then, he asked if I would go with him.
I’m not sure if it’s because he didn’t want to make the drive alone or because we haven’t left each other’s sight since the night we first had sex. Or maybe it’s because, now that I’m here and seeing his family, I realize these people are sharks out for blood. Yeah, I wouldn’t want to attend this thing solo either.
“Good to see you, too. Happy retirement.” Austin hands his grandfather a long-shaped gift bag in hunter green, and I know that there is a priceless scotch in there because he told me on the ride up.
“And you brought a date. To your grandfather’s party. Trying to upstage me?” His grandfather lifts a judgmental, bushy white eyebrow.
I feel my insides cower but paste an innocent smile on my face and extend my hand. “Mr. Van Hewitt, congratulations on all of your hard work. My name is Taya, I actually grew up in Webton. What you’ve done in this town and for it is a great accomplishment.”
The elder head of the family puffs out his chest at the compliment. “Well, thank you. Even if he did bring an uninvited guest, my grandson sure does know how to pick them pretty.”
God, gross. Austin reaches for my hand, laces his fingers through mine, and squeezes. Kind of as if he’s saying, I’m sorry about this, but thank you for being here. The secret form of body language meant only for me makes my heart skip a beat.
“We’re going to go say hi to the family.” Austin gives him a tight smile and leads me away by the hand.
But instead of going to see his family or be introduced to his parents, he pulls me into the hallway of the restaurant where his grandfather’s party is taking place. Gino’s, a local Italian catering company, is known for its penne vodka and cannolis. I’ve been here a number of times for various events but in a room full of Van Hewitt’s, I don’t feel much like chowing down or dancing. Not that they’re playing music that’s fit for anything but a funeral.
Austin pulls me in, his lips pressed against my temple, as he hugs me like I might be some escape from these people. “I should not have brought you here. These people are horrible.”
I chuckle into his chest, breathing in the scent of sage and cedar. “At least I have no desire to become a Van Hewitt now.”
He pulls back, assessing my expression, and then throws his head back and laughs. “Now, of all times, you decide to not only make fun of yourself but also my family and their ego? I mean, are you not perfect?”
The way my soul rises out of my body’s, dies, and goes to heaven at him thinking I’m perfect … the boob sweat is real. Although, anytime he looks at me nowadays, I start sweating. Because it’s either one of two ways, with a smile on his face because of something I’ve said or with desire so strong it nearly bowls me over.
I guess you could say we’ve been seeing each other? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but for the last five days, things have kind of just fallen into place without us having a conversation about it. Since I woke up in his bed Saturday morning, after the most earth-shattering sex I’ve ever had, we’ve been inseparable. He refused to let me leave his attic bedroom, instead making a very convincing argument as to why I should stay there all day when he moved down my body and put his mouth between my thighs.