Page 216 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I tug them down, and smile, as his hard cock springs free, hitting his abs and leaving a smear of precum there.

It’s a mind-blowing sight. His thick, long dick, his six pack, his smoldering eyes.

And the thing that really makes my head spin…he’s like this because of me.

I did this to him. He wants me this badly.

My core tightens with the need to feel him inside me. It’s a feeling that I missed for so long. Anytime it appeared, it would be smothered by fear. But it’s nothing like that with Calvin.

There is no fear, just excitement and need.

So much fucking need.

But while I think I might be ready to take things to the next step, it won’t be happening tonight.

I wasn’t even meant to be doing this tonight.

A full-body shudder rips through him when I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him slowly.

“Sienna,” he grits out, his eyes locked on where we’re connected. “I’m not gonna last.”

His cock jerks in my hold, only confirming what he’s saying.

I smirk at him before shifting my position.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts as I lean over him and lick the bead of precum that’s gathered at his tip. “I’m really not gonna—holy—” His words die as I take him in my mouth, letting his taste coat my tongue.

His hips jump as he fights to hold on, to last longer. The problem is, I don’t want him to last. I want to blow his fucking mind.

With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, working in time with my mouth, I shift the other to his balls, squeezing gently.

“Sienna. Fuck. That’s. Fuck. Shit, Sienna.” He groans as his body locks up and his cock jerks violently in my mouth, spilling his seed all over my tongue.

I suck him through his release, making sure I get it all before swallowing him down.

When I sit up, he’s slumped on the bed with his chest heaving and the widest smile.

“Come here,” he rasps, reaching for me and pulling me into his body.

His arms wrap around me as our legs tangle together.

His heaving breaths and the fast-paced thump of his heart beneath my ear are the only things I can hear for the longest time as we just lie there together, coming down from our highs.

“I really fucking missed you,” Calvin whispers into the silence after long seconds. “And I’m sorry, I⁠—”

“I know you are. You don’t need to⁠—”

“I do. I fucked up, and as much as I want to tell you that I won’t do it again, there is every chance that I will. It fucking kills me to admit that, but I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’ve never done this before, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.”

“What about the bunnies and the parties and⁠—”

“I’ll take you to the parties, although I must admit, they’ve lost their appeal these days. I’d much rather be snuggling naked with you.”

The last bit of weight I’ve been carrying around from the last couple of weeks without him finally lifts.

“I do like the naked snuggling,” I confess, attempting to get even closer to him, although it’s not possible.

“Me too,” he agrees.