Page 34 of Hurry Up And Wait
“Red, you’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered. I slid my hand up her spine, feeling every ridge. When my fingers reached the base of her skull, I grabbed her hair, tugging her backward. She gasped, her mouth hanging open for me as I slid my tongue inside.
“Kavanaugh,” she said breathlessly.
I fucking loved hearing my name on her lips, but for the first time in my life, I wanted the name on her lips to be something other than my last name.
“James,” I hissed.
“What?”
“My middle name.”
She snorted, which wasn’t what I wanted to hear when I was buried to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck, don’t laugh at me right now.”
“Sorry, but…” Her breaths stuttered out as I drove deeper inside her. “Bradford James…”
“Too cliché?”
She laughed again. “Your name is BJ.”
I chuckled deep in my throat. “You like that?”
“I think it suits you.”
I pulled out and shoved her to her knees. Her eyes widened as she watched my thick cock bob in front of her face. “Be a good girl and get to work.”
If I thought she would be timid and shy, I was sorely mistaken. She swallowed my cock, moaning around my length. I gripped her hair, fully intent on shoving my dick to the back of her throat, but she beat me to it, choking on my cock like she was meant to do it. I lasted all of five seconds before I knew this would never work. I was going to come down her throat.
“You’re too fucking good at taking my cock, Red.”
I gripped her arms and hauled her to her feet as she protested. Her hand flew out to brace against the window as I shoved her back onto the arm of the couch, and then I was inside her, fucking her hard. She lasted all of ten seconds. I was done in twelve. I buried myself inside her and pressed my face between her breasts, vowing to spend more time exploring them later when I wasn’t breathing like I’d just run ten miles.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
“Good?”
“Fucking fantastic.” I grinned up at her, kissing her hard. Her lips were soft and demanding against mine, and as I pulled away, I knew I was going to fucking miss those lips when I left in the morning. “I didn’t count on you.”
I released her legs, and together, we tumbled to the floor, sprawled out as we caught our breath.
“Yeah, well…no one counts on me.”
“Careful,” I growled. “I don’t want to think about anyone else you’ve been with.”
Her chest bounced as she chuckled. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts as they spread, her nipples pointed up in the most enticing way. I slid my hand between them, exploring the feel of her skin against mine.
“What about him?”
She quirked an eyebrow at me, rolling her head to face me. “I thought you didn’t want to know about anyone?”
“I want to know about him. You’re not divorced.”
“Not yet.”
“So, nothing’s final.”
“Oh, it’s definitely final.” Something about the way she said it made me think there was more to the story. Something she didn’t want me to know.