Page 66 of The No Try Zone
“Yeah.”
He clears his throat. “Me too. Clean, I mean. I’ve not – I don’t –”
I kiss him to shut him up, his beard tickling my skin. When he pulls away again, he nods. “Okay.”
“We don’t have to,” I assure him, running my hands through his hair. “I just want…everything,” I admit. I can’t hold his gaze.
“Sam,” he breathes. Then his mouth is on my neck, kissing and licking, while his hand travels up my shirt.
“No bra,” he murmurs appreciatively, drawing away from my skin just long enough to yank my shirt off.
I nod at the polo. “Yours, too.”
He reaches behind his head and tugs it off, revealing a sculpted chest with dark hair. I let my eyes travel down his body, relishing the taut stomach that doesn’t boast a six-pack, but instead has the kind of thickness that comes with age. I reach up to touch his chest, and he puts his hand on mine, trapping it over his heart as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”
I take him in, the way he’s on his knees before me, the light from my bedside table bathing his skin in a golden glow. The way his muscles twitch with the effort it’s taking him to hold himself back. The hair that falls into his eyes as they darken with his perusal of me.
“Let me have you.” It’s not a request. Not really. Not with the way he’s looking at me, as if I’m a meal he’s waiting to devour.
My body tingles with need. The need for him to touch me. To have his mouth on me. To feel him inside me. I squirm beneath his gaze, my mouth dry. “Take me.”
He scoots back, tucking his fingers into my leggings and yanking them down as he goes. The move leaves me naked before him, and he rises to undo his pants, dropping them and his boxers to the floor and pulling his socks off.
Then he stands before me, his thick cock jutting out proudly as he stares at me. He wraps his hand around himself and gives it a tug, making me lick my lips.
He groans. “Fuck, Sam. When you look at me like that.”
Wordlessly, I spread my thighs, tracing a path from between my breasts down to between my legs, letting him see that I’m just as affected by him. “Put your money where your mouth is, Thicke.”
His eyes snap to mine, his nostrils flaring. He rounds the bed as he chuckles, the sound more dangerous than anything. “With pleasure.” He grabs my ankles as he kneels, yanking me to him.
His lips are on me without hesitation, and I sigh at the sensation. He works me like a maestro conducting an orchestra, his tongue the bow on the strings of my body. Taking me high and fast before slowing and relishing every moan he pulls out of me. His beard scratches the sides of my legs, the roughness of it against my skin adding a level of intensity that has me writhing beneath him. One hand reaches up to palm my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.
Then he hits the perfect spot with his tongue, and I beg, “Don’t stop. Please, right there. More.”
He obeys, settling into the flawless rhythm and pressure that I need. Pleasure ripples through my body as my legs shake, so close that I can barely breathe. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t waver, simply tucks my legs tighter around his head to give them relief. The move is so fuckingColinthat I nearly sob with gratitude. Instead, I come apart, the orgasm ripping through me as I yell, my hands gripping the bedsheets beneath me.
My chest heaves as I struggle to get air, and I swear I see stars on the ceiling. He coaxes me through it, not allowing me to pull away from him as my body thrums.
“Holy fuck, Colin,” I manage.
He grunts as he stands to his full height, a disheveled god of debauchery as his gaze rakes down my body. “Turn over,” he commands.
My eyes go round.
“Grab a pillow, turn around, and put it beneath your hips.” His tone brooks no argument.
I obey, more than a little apprehensive, but also…maybe a little excited.
He traces a finger down my spine as he kneels between my legs, pushing my knees apart without apology. Then he’s lifting my hips and licking my pussy, his tongue thrusting inside me before pulling back and nipping at my flesh.
“This ass,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea how good it looks? How you fucking torture me in those leggings? Christ.” He delivers another bite, soothing it with a kiss as he slides a finger between my legs, pushing one into my pussy.
I moan.
“Lift them higher.”
