Page 62 of Small Town Swoo
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Telling them exactly what you want to do to them. Or what you want them to do to you.” Bending my arms at theelbow, I pressed closer to her, letting my lips brush hers as I spoke. “Maybe even begging for it.”
She bunched a hand in the front of my shirt. “Yes.”
“It’s still a risk, of course.” I put a hand on the curve of her waist, moved it up her ribcage until it covered one lush, round breast. My cock surged, bulging against my fly. “Such an extreme act of vulnerability might cause damage to a friendship.”
“I—I don’t think it has to,” she stammered as I moved my mouth down her throat, teasing her pert nipple with my thumb through the thin, stretchy material.
“I don’t either.” I slipped my hand beneath her shirt and unhooked her bra with an easy flick of my fingers. “Especially if it only happens once.”
“I agree.” Her hands moved to the button on my jeans. “It might even make our friendship better.”
“We can finally put the past to rest.” I slid both hands up her shirt, beneath her bra, filling my palms with her perfect tits.
“The past isverytired,” she murmured, dragging down my zipper. “Let’s send it to bed.”
I picked my head up and looked down at her. “You’re sure?”
She slipped a hand inside my pants and curled her fingers around my cock. “Yes.”
Our mouths came together, greedy and demanding. Head slanted, lips open wide, I stroked her tongue with mine, reveling in the sweetness of her taste, the sound of the soft little moans coming from the back of her throat, the points of her nipples beneath the pads of my thumbs. My cock thickened inside her grasp as she worked her fist up and down.
Desperate to get my mouth on her skin,I yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She dropped the bra from her arms and I whipped off my shirt before slipping my hands beneath her ass and lifting her up. With her back against the wall, she wrapped her legs around my waist and cradled my head in her hands as I feasted on one breast and then the other. Threading her fingers into my hair, she panted as I licked and sucked, swirling my tongue around each stiff peak before drawing it into my mouth. Her thighs tightened around me.
“Dash,” she whispered, her hands closing into fists, making my scalp tingle. “My bedroom. Now.”
No argument here—this time I wasn’t stopping. I carried her into her room and tipped her backward onto the bed, those dark curls spilling onto the white sheets.
“I forgot to make my bed,” she said sheepishly.
“Don’t care.” I yanked off her shoes. Peeled off her jeans and her socks. When she wore only a tiny pair of black panties, I stopped with one knee on the bed and stared at her. Her skin appeared golden and luminous in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“I’m not.” She put her hands on her head. “I’ve been working all night. I look awful.”
“You’re even more beautiful than you were at sixteen. And much sexier.” I ran a hand up the inside of one leg from her calf to the apex of her thighs. Caressed her through the warm, damp lace, sliding the length of my index finger along the seam of her pussy. “Did you really do all the things I asked you to last night?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Yes. With your hand. Your fingers.”
She took an adorably deep breath, like she was workingup her courage. Her hand slid down her stomach but hovered just below her belly button. “I don’t think I can do it with you watching.”
“Not even if you know how hot it makes me?” I took her by the wrist and moved her hand lower, slipping her fingers beneath the edge of the lace. “Let me watch you.” When she began to move her fingers in a circular motion, I groaned with appreciation, my hand instinctively reaching into my pants to fist my cock. “That’s it. You’re so fucking hot.”
Bending her knees, she brought her heels to the mattress and lifted her hips slightly. My eyes nearly popped from my head when she brought her free hand to her chest and played with one dark pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers.
“Fuck yes.” After a few strokes, I took my hand from my pants and edged her panties aside. Eased one finger inside her, and then another. She was hot and soft and snug, and my cock ached with jealousy. “You’re so wet. I can’t wait to get inside you. Feel this tight little cunt on my cock.”
She gasped, like my words had shocked her. But I could tell she liked them, because her fingers moved faster over her clit. Her pussy got even more slick on my fingers.
“But first, I need to taste you.” I moved from the bed to the floor and dropped to my knees, hooking my arms around her thighs to drag her closer to the edge of the mattress. From there I tugged her soaked panties over her knees and off her feet before slinging her legs over my shoulders.
“Oh, God,” she said weakly. “I’m feeling very . . . vulnerable.”
