Page 67 of Wildfire
His dick twitches against my stomach. “Can I touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.” He moans when I wrap my hand around him, stroking up and down slowly. He pushes a finger inside of me, followed by a second one, stretching me. My heartbeat speeds up, breathing falling into an unsteady rhythm as I move the hand wedged between us in a rhythm he loves. “You’re so fucking good, sweetheart.”
He’s patient, watching my every reaction to learn exactly what I like. My leg over his hips begins to shake, the building feeling in my stomach feels like it’s in my bones. “I’m going to come.” His thumb finds my clit and all I want to do is pull him closer. Closer how, I don’t know, but my free hand grips the back of his neck and I moan into his mouth. “Oh fuck, Russ. Oh my God.”
“That’s it. Let me see that pretty face when I make you come.”
My body bucks and writhes on his fingers, my hand still wrapped around him. He pulls his fingers out, his hips thrusting up into my hand a few times before he stops, wrapping his hand around mine to stop me. “I don’t wanna come yet.”
“Where are your condoms?”
I watch the expression on his face sink into horror. “Shit.”
“Please tell me you’re saying shit because you’re upset that you’ll have to be away from me for the two seconds it’ll take for you to get them.”
“I haven’t got any,” he admits sheepishly. “Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t expecting to have sex!”
He rolls onto his back, using my leg to pull me on top of him. His dick is like a freaking rock, conveniently positioned flat against him but between my legs. I gently rock my hips and his eyes roll back, hands immediately gripping my hips to keep me in place as he mimics my actions by thrusting up.
Everything is swollen and aching and wet, which is clouding my problem-solving skills. I can hardly blame him for not bringing condoms when I didn’t, either.
“We could just not use one? When was the last time you were tested?” I ask. “I’m on birth control and my most recent test was clear. I always use them. One of us can go into Meadow Springs to buy some this week.”
“I was tested a few weeks before I met you and it was clear. You’re the only person I’ve been with since, but um, I’m not comfortable not using a condom. I won’t enjoy it if I’m worrying about the statistics of how effective your birth control is.”
“That’s totally fine, I respect that.” We probably should have had this conversation before we got naked, but at least we’re having it. He looks a little embarrassed, but he has no reason to be. Pulling him to a sitting position, he leans back on his hands and I wrap my arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips. “There’s plenty of other ways I can satisfy you. Let’s keep count of th—Oh my God, I bet Xander has some.”
I don’t think I’ve ever moved as quickly as I do rushing toward Xander’s side of the cabin. Russ puts his feet on the floor, perching on the edge of his bed. “Rory, I don’t think we should look through Xander’s things.”
He’s got a point—not one I’ll be considering, but a point all the same. “Do you think if Xander knew you needed a condom he would be mad?”
“Fair observation.”
I check the obvious places like his bedside table, his toiletry bag, his sock drawer, the wardrobe, but I don’t find any. If I were Xander, where would I hide condoms? Dropping to the floor, I check under the bed, and while there’s a real chance I’m about to find something furry with claws, I immediately spot a duffel bag.
“Jeez, Aurora,” Russ groans, and he physically sounds pained. My ass is in the air, chest close to the floor, and it doesn’t take a genius to work out what might be on his mind right now. I pull the bag toward me and find exactly what I’m looking for. Holding up the foilpackets in the air like a freaking prize, I try not to run back to his bed. I’ve never seen Russ move as quickly as he does ripping the foil and covering himself.
Still on the edge of the bed, he grips the back of my thighs to move my legs to either side of his hips. I’m careful as he aligns himself and I sink down onto him. I’m so full that it stuns me, stretching me, making me freeze. “Take your time,” he murmurs softly, kissing my chest. His hands hold my waist, guiding me as I lift up and down tentatively, taking a little more of him each time. “That’s it, good girl. You feel so fucking good, Aurora. You’re making me lose my mind.”
The praise makes the sex better and I’m not embarrassed to admit that.
Russ Callaghan can call me a good girl anytime.
We fall into a perfect rhythm. His hands move to my ass, helping as I bounce on him, while his mouth explores my neck and chest. My fingers rub frantically between my legs and I squeeze him tighter. “I’m close,” I pant.
His hands keep guiding me and I crash my mouth into his, our skin flush in so many places that we feel like one person. It feels like light bursting through my body and I cling to him tightly, riding out the high, pulsing around him.
“You good?” he whispers.
“Thighs are burning. Worth it.”
Russ lifts me off him, laying me down on his bed again and lying behind me. His arm slips under my head, his chest flat to my back, and it seems like we’re about to spoon, until I feel his dick poking me from behind. “Lift your leg a little, sweetheart.”
“You can’t put it in my butt.”
Goose bumps spread across my body as he laughs into my neck. “I wasn’t planning on that, but thanks for letting me know.”
He slides back inside of me with one thrust and everything feels different from this angle. I lower my leg and the arm around myneck crosses my chest, letting him swirl his finger around my nipple. His other hand dances across my stomach before slipping through my legs and I immediately know he’s ruined anyone else for me.
