Page 142 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

He stares down at me with eyes that are blown with lust, and I regret allowing him to run away last night all over again.

Long seconds pass as we just stare at each other while I come down from my high. And just when I think I’m getting myself back together, he lifts his hand. Two of his fingers glisten with my arousal. Heat surges to my cheeks, but before I can say anything, he pushes them into his mouth.

Oh shit.

His eyelids shutter as he sucks on them.

Fuck.

My heart is racing, my chest heaving erratically as he seems to savor me.

“Delicious,” he rasps once he releases the digits. “I’m gonna need a fuck load more of that. Daily, preferably.”

I’ve only been on the receiving end of oral sex a handful of times. My ex didn’t like doing it. And the few times he did, it wasn’t great, and he’d get irritated because I wouldn’t come on his timeline.

He really was a jerk.

“Go lie in front of the tree, darlin’.”

Desire tightens my core, sending aftershocks shooting around my body. But despite being desperate to do as I’m told, I shake my head. “Not yet.” And then I reach for him.

His hips jerk forward as I press my palm against the steel bar hiding behind his fly.

“Fuck.”

I rub him slowly, keeping my eyes on his, taking in his reaction—the way his eyes darken, his nostrils flare, and his jaw tics.

Dropping my gaze lower, I find his chest heaving as erratically as mine and his fists curled at his sides. And his pants…well, I don’t know how they’re containing what’s hiding beneath them.

“Do you need to sit down?” I ask, achingly aware that he’s already been on his feet quite a while.

He swallows thickly, making me wonder if he remembers how to speak. I know I was struggling when I had his hands on me. The thought of the feeling being mutual is a real boost to my confidence.

“I…uh…I’ll just…”

He shuffles back a little and rests his ass against the back of my couch.

I nod and close the space between us again, my eyes lingering on his crotch for a few seconds before climbing to his eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything, Sienna. I can wait; it’s not⁠—”

His words die the second I reach for his waistband, pop the button, and drag the zipper down. And I’m pretty sure he stops breathing entirely as I reach for the bottom of his hoodie and drag it up my body, mustering every ounce of confidence I possess to make him forget about all the girls who have gone before.

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CALVIN

Iblink, unable to process exactly what’s standing in front of me.

No, not what. Who. And⁠—

Fuck. She’s naked.

Naked and perfect, and mine.

All fucking mine.

“Sienna,” I breathe, unable to settle on where I want to look the most.