“If you wake up, you can wake me too.”
“With your dick in my mouth?”
Cole Jr. twitches as she nuzzles into my side. “Yeah.”
CHAPTER 6
MIA
When my eyes pop open,it’s four AM. The light from my clock is inordinately bright but that’s not what woke me up.
A shudder rushes through me when I feel a thumb strumming my clit.
I’ve rarely shared this particular preference of mine with any of my partners in the past, but in this day and age, a guy who’ll cross Manhattan for a hookup is a rarity. Getting him to comefrom New Jersey, bring pizza, not expect sex, and talk aboutStar Warsand death before falling asleep? Unique.
I almost wish I were in the market of finding myself a man because this one might be a keeper.
I don’t have time for my thoughts to run away from me—that thumb is doing wicked things to my clit and I immediately spread my legs in welcome.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I whimper, enjoying how there’s a tentative nature to his touch like he’s waiting for me to stop him. But all I can do is appreciate the mastery of his fingering skills.
Oooh, boy, he wasn’t wrong about having game.
My heels dig into the mattress as I buck my hips into his hand, enjoying how he isn’t rushing, taking the time to get me where I need to be.
His generosity doesn’t come as much of a surprise when I think about how he’s passed the night with me on his mind.
A finger slips around my slit, then he thrusts it into me. A quick dip is all I get before he retreats, and another is right where I need it. A third comes next, followed by a fourth.
The stretch is exquisite.
The burn is needed.
I cry out as he starts to finger fuck me while grinding the butt of his wrist against my clit.
As I come, with the shadowy tendrils of release bringing a relief in pressure with them, I sag into the mattress, only to find that, as I sink deeper into the softness beneath me, he’s pulling me half onto his side.
When he draws my leg over his waist, I arch my back and grab his wrist. I can’t stop myself from maneuvering his fingers so that I can suck one between my lips.
At his groan, I twirl my tongue around the length, tasting myself even as I’m focused on his pleasure.
“You don’t have to,” he assures me.
No, I don’t.
I hum at the taste of him and me together and give his digit an extra suck.
Reaching between us with my other hand, I shape the bulge in his boxer briefs. Finding the fly, I let my fingertips rub circles on his dick before I pull him through it.
He’s thick.
God, I love that.
Give me that over length any day of the week, though, admittedly, he’s big in that regard too.
When I grip him, my fingers don’t close around his girth, and I know that’s why he shoved four of his own into me: because he’s thicker than that.
Salivating at the thought, I kick my leg higher so I can straddle him.
