Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 25(@200wpm)___ 20(@250wpm)___ 17(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 25(@200wpm)___ 20(@250wpm)___ 17(@300wpm)
“You’re staring at my lips, Carla,” Michael’s voice is deep and husky, and the way he speaks sends a heat straight to my core. “You want something?”
I only nod, and let my fingers reach up to the last button on his long sleeved Henley. The deep groan that slips from him is accompanied by a roar of laughter from just on the other side of the wall in the living room. Lauren’s house is small, it’s all her own, but this is a tight space to hide something like what I want to do with him.
“You want to go upstairs?” Michael asks me, glancing behind him and I follow his gaze. No one’s there but the shadows of people are coming.
The second I nod, his hand is on mine and I creep up the stairs of Lauren’s two-bedroom townhouse as quietly as I can. “We won’t have long,” I whisper and wish I’d had at least one glass of wine so I can blame this on that, but the way Michael looks when he pulls me in closer to him at the top of the stairs has me drunk on lust already.
“We can be quick here,” he leans down to nip my bottom lip before adding, “And then we have all night.”
MICHAEL
I missed the slower pace of this town and how everyone knows everyone.
I missed being able to walk everywhere and know that every single building has a story to tell.
I missed all of this when I left for college.
But most of all, I missed her. My Carla.
Pushing my hip against her belly, I back her up until her back hits the wall. Grabbing her wrists in my hand, I pin them above her head. No one can see us here, but if anyone came up the stairs, they’d have a view of everything.
Carla moans into my mouth and my cock is instantly hard. I rock it against her, making sure she can feel what she does to me.
She breaks the kiss before I’m ready, leaving my heart racing. As I trail my finger down her arm, still keeping her wrists pinned, I watch the goosebumps spread across her body and her nipples pebble through that thin bra and loose blouse she’s wearing.
“Did you wear that for me?” I ask her and my voice comes out huskier than I meant. I have no control when it comes to Carla.
She nods and pushes herself against my leg, grinding into me. “All for you,” she nearly whimpers as her back bows and she rocks herself harder against me.
Releasing her wrists, I cup her pussy through her jeans and my other hand goes to her hip. My lips trail down her neck until I can nip the lobe of her ear and whisper, “I need to be inside you in the next two minutes or I’m going to lose my shit.”
Carla’s eyes widen, as if registering what we’re doing for the first time. Her lips purse as she glances behind us, to Lauren’s bedroom. “We can’t. Not in Lauren’s room and the other is where her sister is staying.”
I back up slightly, wishing a third room would appear when I see the wide hall closet. So wide it’s two-doored. Not hesitating, I swing the closest door open and pull a string to turn on the old light. There are only a handful of coats on left side and plenty of room on the right to take care of Carla and the hard on that never goes down when she’s near.
“I need you to be quiet,” I warn her and open the door wider. it’s not until she takes one last peek down the stairs before she grins at me. A mischievous and sexy grin that has my cock aching to be inside of her.
“I can be quiet,” she whispers and lets out a giddy feminine laugh as I come in behind her. “Liar,” I tease her and close the door behind me.
Before her back even hits the wall, her lips are on mine, sucking and nibbling. I don’t waste any time either, pushing my hand up her blouse and rolling her hardened nipple between my forefinger and thumb.
She moans, loud, breaking our kiss and I pull back on her nipple in punishment since I know that mix of pain and pleasure is delivered straight to her core.
“I bet you’re wet for me,” I taunt her in a low breath.
“There’s only one way to find out,” she teases me back and as my hands find the button of her blue jeans, she does the same to mine.
The button, the zipper, the jeans in a mess around our ankles.
I groan in the crook of her neck as I tear off the thin lace that separates her hot cunt from my fingers and learn that I guessed right. “You’re so fucking ready.” I leave an open-mouthed kiss on her throat and then on the back of her neck as she turns around for me, slowly and with intent. It’s more difficult with the jeans still around her ankles, but she does it well like the little minx she is.