Page 123 of First-Time Caller
“Oh yeah?” A smirk curls at her mouth. “You want me to put it back on?”
I shake my head and drop one knee on the edge of a cushion, prowling over her. I toss the condom box to the side, then grab her hand with mine, tangling our fingers together. “No. Leave it off. I wanna see you.”
She bites at her bottom lip and lets me guide her down against the cushions, blooming like a flower beneath me as she lies back. I trace my knuckles over her cheek, down her neck, across the rise of her full breasts. Her skin almost looks like it’s glowing in the low light of my living room, brushstrokes of pale pink and coral. I’ve imagined this a handful of times—in the shower, alone in my bedroom—but the reality is better. The reality is true.
She exhales a low, shuddering sigh when I brush her nipples, and I’m tempted to linger, but I don’t. I keep going to the swell of her hips and the faint scars on her stomach. Her cute little belly button and the heat between her legs. I caress her thigh and hook my hand beneath her knee, making room for myself between her long legs.
Fuck, these legs. I’ve had about ten thousand indecent thoughts about these legs alone.
“Say something?” she asks, when I spend too much time looking. My eyes snap back to hers. “You’re quiet,” she explains, fingers toying with her earrings again.
I’m speechless is what I am. Trying to figure out if I’m in the middle of a very elaborate dream. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Lucie does, like the want is tangled up with the comfort and the affection. Hushed conversations in the middle of the night. Knees tucked together beneath a desktop. Tiny mint wrappers folded into even tinier paper airplanes, aimed right at my heart.
Our ticking clock feels like it exists in another dimension. With Lucie bare beneath me, it’s easy enough to bury the fact that she’s meant for someone who isn’t me. And that I’m supposed to be helping her find that person.
Not fucking her through my living room floor.
“I’m trying to regain motor function,” I tell her honestly.I’m trying to memorize you.
She laughs and I smile back. I drop my chest to hers and my necklace pools between her breasts. She hooks her fingers in the key ring looped at the bottom and uses it to tug me closer.
“You need mouth to mouth?” she rasps.
I grin into the little divot beside her lips. “Wouldn’t hurt.” She grabs my jaw when she kisses me, holding me close, licking into my mouth like she never wants to do anything else. She tips her legs wider beneath me until her ankle is hooked around the back of my thigh and her body is wrapped around me like ivy. I can feel her through my underwear, hot and wet and overwhelming. I drag my hips against hers and groan.
“Let me seeyou,” she breathes.
I press another lingering kiss to her mouth and then shift to my knees in front of her.
“Go ahead,” I tell her, watching with satisfaction as she blinks blearily at me. “Take me out,” I manage through a grunt.
The rest of my demands stick like glue to the roof of my mouth.Touch me, I want to tell her.Hold on. Tell me you feel it too.
She sits up and slips her hands beneath the band at my hips, urging my boxer briefs down. She licks her lips when she sees me and something hot and possessive curls in the middle of my chest. I want to be the only one she looks at like that.
“Well,” she says. She lightly touches my hip and brushes her fingers across my stomach, down to where I’m hot and hard. “Well,” she says again.
She curls her hand around my cock and squeezes, then gives me one long stroke. It’s so good with her. She meets every challenge I toss in her direction, surprises me at every turn. I drop my head back while her hand works at me, my body a tense, trembling mess while I stare at my ceiling. I allow it for three teasing strokes, then catch her wrist with my hand.
She’s staring at me with her tongue caught between her teeth, eyes dark.
“You want me?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes.”
“Lean back, then.”
“Like this?” she asks, tipping back to the cushions, spreading her legs wide, and my mouth goes dry. There’s a bruise on the inside of her thigh in the shape of my mouth.
“Yeah,” I grunt. “Like that.”
I loop my fingers around her ankle. Slip my palm up until I can grip her ass and bring her toward me. I drag my cock against her once and her eyelashes flutter. I do it again and we make twin sounds of appreciation.
“Condom,” I grind out from between clenched teeth. “Get a condom. Please.”
“So polite,” she says, fumbling with the box.
My hands squeeze. “I’m about to be really rude, to be honest.”
