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Brynn
He bends down and kisses me softly on the lips. All of the noise, all of the worrying thoughts in my head stop—and the only thing left is him.
The softness of his lips.
The ticklish way his fingers skim up my arms.
The way I feel right now. Like this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. His soft, comforting kisses to my temple trail down my neck, and I feel the need between us shift from the desire to be close and to comfort to something else entirely.
I take him by the hand, and he follows with no protest. No further explanation needed.
We walk in silence down the fire escape, to the window to Fletch’s room, and to the bed, where Josh reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt and lifts it off easily.
Immediately his lips are on my neck.
My fingers seek out his shirt. I repeat his maneuver with far less finesse, seeing as Josh is much taller than I am.
He picks me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the end of the bed and sits.
Josh dips his head and kisses me lightly behind the ear.
“I just wish we had more time.” His hands bring my body along as he leans back, and I kiss him, long and hard, until I find myself needing more.
I reach for the button of his jeans and spend far too many precious moments trying to get them open, only to realize that his pants have a button fly.
“Where does Fletch buy his clothing? Time is of the essence here. This is the modern man’s equivalent of a chastity belt.”
Josh laughs and moves to help me, slipping the remaining three buttons open with ease. He slides his jeans down his hips, then follows with his boxers. In less than the amount of time it takes me to scoot up onto the bed, he’s naked.
I reach out and stroke him, my thumb making a lingering loop of his velvety soft tip.
“Mmmmm,” Josh moans, and the sound of his voice reverberates all the way to my core.
I want…no…I need to make him moan like that again.
But Josh is nudging me onto my back and undoing my bra with an easy flick of his fingers. And then his mouth is on my nipples, and I start to lose myself with every swirl of his tongue.
I whimper.
I feel like I’m melting into the mattress, and the only thing that’s tethering me to reality is Josh’s tongue and the way it sends an almost electric pulse through my entire body.
His hand finds the waistband of my jeans. He has none of the same issues I had, and before I can say “Touch me everywhere,” my pants are a heap on the floor.
Josh’s hands skim along my naked thighs. His thumbs hook the thin waistband of my underwear, and I lift my hips to help him slide them from my legs. His hands find my skin again, and suddenly, it feels like they’re everywhere. And I want them everywhere.
We kiss for a few moments, Josh’s chest pressing against my breasts, his erection hard on my stomach. His mouth pecks chastely along my jaw. Then, without warning, his tongue plunges into my mouth, his hand finds my nipple, and his thumb resumes those slow, tantalizing circles that I’ve decided are my new favorite thing.
“This okay?” he asks, breaking our kiss.
It’s a thousand million times better than okay, but all I can manage is a quick, breathy mmmm hmmm. But it’s enough for Josh to replace his hand with his mouth, which frees up his thumb to travel down…
Down…
Down my body to the spot in between my legs that has been patiently waiting. His finger finds the pool of moisture that’s gathered at my entrance. He circles twice, then runs his fingers up my slit. I gasp, the sensation driving my hips off the bed.
I can feel him smiling against my breast as he repeats it twice more.
“Good?” he asks.
“Yes, but…” I can’t find the words to finish my sentence. Every time I get close, Josh’s hand does another circle, and I lose my train of thought. On top of that, I’m not certain what I actually want to happen. This aching repetitive bliss is driving me mad, but with every stroke, I want him more, and ahhhhh.
His thumb settles on my clit, joining his tongue in the same slow, circular rhythm.
Yes. This. This is what I want. Each swirl drives me closer to undone. I feel the pressure build between my legs. A moan escapes my lips, then another as Josh pushes a finger inside me.
I moan so loudly that I’m grateful the bar is closed tonight. The friction between my legs makes me feel like I’m on the upward climb of a roller coaster, inching closer to the thrill to come.
He picks up the rhythm, and his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my nipple. He sucks hard, and the sensation drives me fucking wild. He adds a second finger, and the pressure explodes, sending waves of hot pleasure through me. My body clenches around his fingers as his lips move back to mine and kiss me tenderly. He moves to rest beside me, and I miss him almost immediately. As if he can sense it, he intertwines his fingers with mine.
“So does Fletch have any more—”
Josh rolls off the bed before I finish my sentence. He finds his pants and pulls out a foil packet. He walks back to the bed and leans in to press a sweet kiss to my lips before climbing back beside me. I stroke his cheek, feeling him hard against my stomach.
He lifts his hips to roll the condom on, then pushes onto his knees to straddle my legs. My knees fall open as he angles himself at my entrance.
And I get this overwhelming need to feel him inside me. He pushes in slowly, giving me time for my body to adjust. He leans down and brings his lips to mine. Our kiss is long and deep, and I moan into his mouth as his hips start to pick up their rhythm and that delicious friction builds between my legs again.
“You feel so good,” he whispers as his pace builds. Fletch’s bed squeaks beneath us, and I worry it may fall apart, but the rest of my thoughts flutter away as a new one occurs.
“Hey, Josh.”
Josh stops at the sound of his name.
“I think I want to go on top. To ride you.”
His face breaks into a wide smile as he slides his arms under my shoulders, and before I know what’s happening, he’s rolling onto his back and pulling so I end up on top of him.
“That was impressive.”
He reaches up and cups my cheek. “Tell me what else you want.”
I feel stupid saying what I want out loud. So instead, I begin to rock, enjoying this new position, the way I can control the rhythm and the pressure.
It feels so good, but there’s something missing.
“That thing that you do with your thumb on my clit.”
Josh drags his thumb through my wetness and begins a slow circle.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Oh, yes.
I arch my back and let myself float to that happy place where my brain is hyper-concentrated on the insane pressure building between my legs and how it feels like every molecule in my body is on edge, waiting for sweet release.
Then I feel it.
A little spark.
Right there.
But then Josh shifts, and the sensation is gone again. I moan and take his hand in mine, moving his fingers exactly where I want them. “Here, a little harder.”
Josh does what I ask, resuming the circles with perfect pressure.
The little spark is back, and now it’s exploding like a firecracker, spreading waves of pleasure through my body.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, too lost in the feeling to comprehend anything more than that he is moaning too. His hand finds my hip and pulls, so I’m grinding even deeper.
There’s a thin sheen of sweat over his chest, and his breathing is labored and ragged.
Whenever I think he can’t get any sexier, I get proven wrong.
I collapse onto the bed beside him. He pulls me to his chest, to the little Brynn-shaped nook where I fit just right. He places a kiss on top of my head, and we lie there in silence until his breath slows and takes on a steady rhythm.
I lie there in the dark, listening to him sleep, trying to memorize what it feels like to lie next to him. His smell. The heat of his body. The protective way his arms wrap around me.
I start to drift to that state that’s halfway between reality and dreams. I know that our time together is limited, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than asleep in his arms.
I turn my head and press my forehead to his.
“Don’t forget,” I whisper. “When you go back. Don’t forget me, okay?”
He doesn’t answer.
I listen to his breaths until everything goes black.