Page 39 of The Hook Up
“Where were we?” he murmured, before planting a trail of kisses between her breasts. “If I’m not mistaken, you were seconds from coming.”
A flutter of excitement rippled through her, and Ellie nodded, amazed that he’d noticed. It’s not like they were familiar enough with each other’s bodies yet to pick up on cues. “It’s been a while,” Ellie murmured. “I might have a quick fuse right now.”
“Good,” Ty said, kissing her again. “Because if it’s okay with you, I’d like to make you come at least a couple times tonight.”
Ellie shuddered again, then groaned as Ty bent to suck her nipple into his mouth. She groaned and gripped the back of his head, so turned on she couldn’t see straight.
“Ty,” she gasped. “I want you. Please. I need more.”
Grinning, he drew back and shifted her off his lap. Ellie curled her legs up under her as he shucked his jeans with impressive efficiency. He tossed them aside, then stood there gloriously naked and hard.
“I think we can make that happen,” he said.
Several of the condoms slipped into the space between the couch cushions, and Ellie made a mental note to find them all before Henry came home.
Quit doing chores in your head.
She growled and grabbed a condom, tearing it open before Ty had a chance to suggest they move to the bedroom.
There was something so sexy, so forbidden, so deliciously passionate about doing it right here on the sofa.
Also, she was pretty sure she couldn’t wait the thirty seconds it would take to walk to the other end of the hall.
Reaching up, she slid the condom over him, relieved to see she’d managed to grab one with a more generous size— the condom, not his cock, though holy-mother-of-hell he was huge. She swallowed hard, wondering what it would feel like.
She doubted she’d have to wonder long.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, dropping back on the couch and pulling her onto him.
His cock nestled against her, so close to her opening that just the tiniest shift would have him inside her. Arching her back, she ground against him.
Ty reached up and pushed her hair back from her face. “You set the pace, El,” he murmured.
But Ellie didn’t want to go slow anymore. Angling up on her knees, she reached down and positioned his cock where she wanted it. Then she drew him inside, hesitating there with the tip of him clenched tight at her opening.
“Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth.
Emboldened by his pleasure, Ellie sank down hard, crying out as he filled her completely.So deep.
The man was huge.
She took him in, crying out at the delicious friction against her core. The heat in his gaze, the spice in his aftershave, the salt of his skin—everything about this was giving her sensory overload. Pleasure flew at her from all angles, zapping her like lightning bolts, filling her ears and sizzling her skin.
Her hips seemed to be moving all on their own, taking what she craved, what sheneeded. She ground harder against him as the pleasure mounted. Ty threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her down for a kiss.
“That’s it, El,” he whispered. “Use me.”
She rocked against him as flickers of light danced behind her eyelids. It was ridiculous how fast this was happening, but she didn’t object. She cried out as the first wave of orgasm hit her.
“Oh, God!” she screamed, thankful her brother didn’t live next door anymore. Not that there was any way to contain it, so intense was the pleasure that blared through her body. “Ohmygod, Ty.”
The intensity felt unreal, pulsing through her whole core as she ground against him. Her brain flashed on images of the Happy Jammer vibe, the one that claimed to hit the G-spot and clitoris at the same time.
Happy Jammer has nothing on this man,she thought as thick threads of pleasure spun through her, twirling and twisting and knotting up tight before releasing in a burst of color and friction.
When the sensation finally ebbed, she rocked her hips more slowly, then stopped altogether. She opened her eyes.
Ty grinned. “That was impressive.”
