Page 146 of The Complete Truth Duet
Lost in sensation, I closed my eyes, but he pulled his attention away all too quickly.
“No, Cora. I want you to look at me. I want you to see exactly how beautiful different can be.”
I cried out in the most incredible mixture of pain and pleasure as his teeth raked across my sensitive flesh, which he followed with bold caresses of his tongue swirling and soothing.
His eyes were locked on mine, beautiful, hypnotic, and powerful, and he greedily switched his focus to my other breast. That first nip ignited a fever across my skin, heating me from head to toe.
Nipples to clit.
“Penn,” I begged, his intentions being clear when he thankfully started on the button of my jeans. I worked with him, shimmying them down my thighs as best I could without breaking the connection of his mouth at my breast.
I’d just stepped out of cumbersome denim when he swept my panties aside and trailed his agile finger over my slit, dipping into the wet without pressing inside.
“Yes,” I hissed, spreading my legs, silently asking for more.
It was an offer he accepted with enthusiasm, slipping two fingers inside me.
“Oh, God, baby, yeah, please, yes,” tumbled from my lips in a string of incoherent ramblings.
“My fingers and your heat, Cora,” he murmured against my breast. “You feel that?”
“Yes.”
He curled his fingers, stroking and coaxing my release to the surface. “Does different feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I replied wantonly, only capable of single syllables.
“Different feels good, huh?”
I moved my hand to the back of his head, urging him to take more of my breast. His mouth opened wider, and he sucked me deep. His approving groan vibrated my nipple, sending a sinful charge roaring through my already blazing body.
“Very,” I answered.
I silently lamented answering him when he suddenly rose to his feet and stepped away.
His smoldering gaze raked over me, an arrogant smirk pulling at his lips. “She fucking looks like this and is freaking out like I’m the prize.”
My cheeks heated under his praise.
“And she’s cute.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down, his long and thick erection popping free. “Mmmm,” he hummed, drawing my attention back to his smiling face. “And she looks at me like that. Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
“Well, technically—”
“You make any kind of joke right now about me already being dead and I’m putting my shorts back on.”
I flashed him my own arrogant smirk and shrugged. “Well, Penn is already dead, sooo…”
He shook his head and mumbled, “And she calls my bluff.”
I laughed as, all at once, he scooped me off my feet and carried me into the shower. It was so big that there wasn’t a door or a curtain. There was a head on each end, raining water down from the ceiling. But I was eyeballing the long bench that ran the length of the wall.
He set me onto my feet under the spray and grabbed a bottle of body wash off the stone shelf in the corner. “I need a shower. And to fuck you something fierce, but first, we need to finish out the discussion about us being different.”
My stomach dipped, and my nipples peaked. “I think I like your differences game more than Truth or Lie.”
“Me fucking too,” he replied, doing a quick scrub-a-dub-dub routine before turning his soapy hands on me.
I smiled, giving him my back, but his hands went right back to my breasts.
“I’ve missed showering with you. I’m always so much cleaner when you do it,” I said.
His chest hit my back and the whiskers on his chin tickled as he peppered kisses up my neck. “I don’t know about how clean I’ll get the rest of you, but these”—he rolled my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger—“will be spotless.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. The water poured down over us, rinsing the soap away as the pressure between my thighs swelled like a wave ready to crash.
“Give me your hand, Cor.”
I obeyed immediately, eager for where this one was going to land. He shifted to my opposite side and guided my fingers between my legs. The air tore from my lungs as I found my clit, the gripping sensation building in my stomach.
“What do you feel?” he whispered, nipping at my ear.
“Me,” I replied, lulling my head to the side to rest on his shoulder.
His fingers joined mine, teasing and playing before entering me slowly, stretching with deliberate intent.
My hand stilled as I folded forward, gasping for air—and release.
“Don’t stop,” he demanded.
I was panting, close but so far away from any kind of release, when he guided my free hand to his length, wrapping my palm around his shaft and folding his on top.
The sexiest hiss sailed from his lips as I slid him through my fist. The muscles in his chest strained against my arm as we worked his length together.
