“Your cock,” I gasp. “I want your cock inside me.”
“God, yes,” he groans. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
I’m desperately aware of how empty I feel when he removes his hand from inside my underwear and rolls out from under me. His dark silhouette hurries to the armchair, where his duffel still sits. “It’s really freakin’ dark in here,” he says absently as he digs through his bag. “But I have an entire box somewh—ah-ha. You best be naked for me by the time I get back to that bed, Millicent.”
“Way ahead of you.” My voice comes out breathy, and I’m pleased at how sexy I sound when I’m pretty sure I’m just hyperventilating a little.
I hear him tear open the box, cursing under his breath when it initially resists, and the barely-there sound of the foil ripping. It’s impossible to see him shed his clothes and unroll the condom onto his erection, but just the thought of it is enough to make me ache with need. The mattress dips, and Hollis’s warmth returns beside me. “You’re sure about this?” he asks.
I nod.
“Millicent, it’s very dark. I need words.”
“I’m sure. I want you. I’ve wanted you for...” I have no ideaif it’s currently Friday or Saturday, so I settle on the less specific but still accurate “for days.”
“Good, then we have something in common. Come here.” His arm snakes around my waist, and he grabs a handful of my bare ass. My mouth finds his again after a brief detour along his shoulder and up his neck, and Hollis rolls on top of me. He threads our fingers and presses our joined hands into the pillow. When a bolt of lightning gives the room a momentary glow, I watch for him to tense up, for his eyes to clamp shut like before. But they remain open, trained on my face.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says. “So gorgeous.” And he kisses me deeply as he slides inside me, inch by incredible inch.
When I’ve taken him in completely, he bites his lower lip and groans as he makes a few exploratory movements. “God. You feel good. So damn good.”
Josh used to say things like that to me before he drilled his dick into me with absolutely no regard for what I wanted or needed.You’re so warm and tight, how do you expect me to hold back, Millie?OrI can’t slow down when you feel this good, Millie.As hard as I try to banish my ex-boyfriend from my head, I wince at Hollis’s words. My body tenses out of habit, preparing itself to take whatever’s given.
Hollis stills above me. “Hey,” he says. “You good?”
I’m speechless for a moment as I register his question. Hollis is paying such close attention to my body that he canfeelmy thoughts? “Yeah, I just... I haven’t done this in a while.”
“Don’t worry. I’m a pro.”
I want to laugh, to joke about how “pro” is probably not the right word here unless he’s got a side hustle he hasn’t told me aboutyet. But before I can make a sound, he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth at the same time he withdraws almost all the way. I gasp instead.
His grin is devilish when he looks back at me before moving to the other nipple. Just enough of his cock is still inside me to make me aware that I want it all, and I grab his ass to pull him back, urging him closer.
Hollis’s hot breath skims over my neck and tickles my ear. As he looks into my eyes, seeing me through the dark—reallyseeingme—I wonder if casual sex is always so... romantic. Maybe all good sex is on some level, and I just haven’t experienced enough of it to know. I’ll have to ask Dani later; she has more experience with these things. Right now, I need to focus on the way Hollis is hitting just the right spot with each slow thrust and retreat, lighting me up like an expert pinball player going for the high score on his favorite machine. This needs to be about sensations, not about feelings. I know that much at least.
I’m still clutching his ass, and digging my nails in a bit, which he seems to like since he moans when I do it harder. I explore up his back, testing different pressures and places until I find a spot on his shoulder blades that makes him momentarily falter. “Shit,” he says.
“Good or bad?”
“Good. So good.”
“You can go faster,” I say, a bit annoyed with myself for how much I enjoy his praise. “If you need to. I can take it.”
He stares down at me for a moment. “I would love to take you hard and fast, Mill, don’t get me wrong. Ifyouwant me to go faster, I will. But... but I can tell you like it like this, the same pace youset when you fucked yourself with my fingers. This is how you like it tonight, isn’t it? This is what’s going to make you come for me?”
He thrusts back into me and drags out again, slow enough for me to savor the friction.
All I manage is a little whining sound in the back of my throat.
“I love the way you whimper a little every time I move into you, like you were losing your mind waiting for me. In fact...” Hollis stops moving his hips, refusing to thrust deeper. “I think you might like being teased a little.”
“No,” I protest. “I want... I want you to... Dammit. Please.”
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers.
And I obey. Of course I obey. Because Hollis is turning out to be the exact opposite of Josh in bed. I know I’m too trusting in general so it’s not saying much, but I trust him completely, and I want to go anywhere he’ll take me because I’m so certain he’ll only take me places he knows I’ll like.
My legs pull him deep and restrict his movement enough that he can’t leave me again. He sets a new pace, faster but not hard, his fingers working between us and his cock stroking that perfect spot over and over and over while his lips press against mine until I come hard, trembling, gasping into his mouth. I tighten my legs around his back and dig my nails into his shoulders. He comes deep inside my body, muttering a long string of profanity that certainly has all twenty-five Jesuses glaring at us (if they weren’t already).
