Page 37 of Double Trouble
“What are you talking about?”
For a moment there, his gaze was snagged on mine, his lips mouthing out what he wanted to say. But then he shook his head, shook it all away. And took me in his arms.
The way he kissed me, touched me, was like falling into butter. Smooth and sublime and were my knees actually buckling right out from under me?
It didn’t matter. Owen had his hands on my leggings, peeling back the last layer, taking his sweet time with it too.
After a few seconds, his reflective voice came over, “You have a damn fine ass. You know that?”
Without giving me a chance to respond, his lips suctioned onto a cheek and I squealed.
“Owen!”
Next second, his pants were joining the heap of clothes on the floor, although that wasn’t where he was looking. I turned to see that his gaze had never left me.
“Come here,” he rasped.
As if my feet were a magnet to his words, they obeyed. We kissed our way to the couch, him on top of me. He pinned one arm down and then another, smiling deliciously at me.
“Want me to stop?”
I glared at him. “You like teasing me?”
He smeared a kiss into me before pulling away, smiling naughtily. “It does have its appeal, yeah.”
With one sure thrust, Owen entered me.
“Finally,” he breathed.
“Finally,” I echoed, though there was no need.
As he dipped into my wet further, all of me was rejoicing with the word, the realization. Owen’s dick inside of me. Thrusting, pulsing into me. Finally.
It was a dance that had no real beginning or end, no moves but only actions and reactions, playing and exploring. Dipping and gliding and piercing and clasping. A shaking soundtrack, a groaning tapestry.
And, as our bodies moved from one position to the next, legs splaying, pulsing unceasing, shaking extraordinarily, it occurred to me what this was.
The perfection of body on body ecstasy, of my coming once and again, it was nothing short of sublime.
And the way Owen was looking at me. I thought there’d been adoration in his chestnuts of eyes before but turned out I had no idea. Not the slightest idea.
No, now, this, as we were joined and he spasmed into me, aiming for yet another orgasm, the half-lidded, hardly stirring fixated way he was looking at me – now that was adoration.
It was only fitting that, as the tidal wave of my third and most powerful release crested and threatened to crash, that Owen let out a muffled roar, his lips snapping open.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Funny and – unexpected – and– oh fuck yes, Cin!”
And then, we came.
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Owen
She felt so damn good in my arms. So good that, when my phone rang, there was no way I was going to answer it. Except that it rang again. And again.
“Shit,” I grumbled, turning it off, though not before a glance at who it was that was calling.
Dad, great.
“They must’ve really wanted to get a hold of you,” Cin said.
“Guess so.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned, only giving me cheek.
“You tired?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
I glared at my hands. Stupid, not mentioning my Dad. But I felt weird about not wanting to talk to him about her, and weirder that I was actually considering it at all. Dad had what my Mom called an ‘acid tongue’ and was notoriously critical. And right now, I didn’t want that for me and Cin.
A glance over found that something was off with her. The silence would’ve told me that, if the expression on her face hadn’t.
I wasn’t sure what to say though, so I got up. “I should probably be going.”
She got up too and started getting dressed.
“Unless you’d want me to stay?” I asked.
“Do what you want,” she said lightly.
Although she was dressed, making ‘doing what I wanted’ hard.
Her gaze went to the bed, reading my mind. “You want another round?”
But again, there was something forced there.
“I think we both need sleep,” I said.
At least I did. I was starting to get all paranoid about what was happening between us.
“Sure,” she said.
I was almost out, when she said, “This is all just fun for you, isn’t it?”
That woke me up. I was speechless for a second, before, answering quickly, “No. Cin – what the hell?”
But she was already turning away. “You’re right, I think I am tired.”
Different excuses rose and fell in my head before I turned away too.
A few minutes later, once I was in my car, I called up Jake. Had I missed something the other night?
But Jake didn’t pick up either. Weird. I called a few more times, but no dice.
And there was no reason for me to think it, but part of me wondered if he was starting to figure things out.
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Cin
Stop thinking about it.
I kept telling myself that, but it wasn’t getting any easier.
