Page 44 of A Summer Thing

She comes against my mouth, and I come on her sheets, tight pussy walls clenching around my fingers as my cock pulses in my hand, shooting my cum onto the bed beneath me.

I keep my fingers inside her, the slickness of her orgasm coating my hand, and dip my tongue down to steal another taste of her. I’m spent, but I keep licking, sucking, kissing, biting, tasting, pumping my fingers inside her until she’s ramping up again, a writhing mess underneath me.

Choked gasps and strangled sounds fall from her mouth as she rises up onto her elbows, watching me through hooded eyes.

I give her the show she wants, tongue licking up her slit in a slow sweep, before I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her lips fall open, the next sound hitched, hooked in the back of her throat, beautiful blue eyes blown wide as if in disbelief she’s about to come again already, before she detonates beneath me.

The sweet warmth of her release spills onto my tongue, and I lap it the fuck up.

It comes as no surprise that I’m not through with her yet. That I haven’t gotten my fill. I want every fucking orgasm I missed out on this last year, one by one.

I keep my fingers inside her slick heat, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, fucking her slowly through it, my cock growing hard once more and digging into the mattress beneath us.

Her head falls back and a whimpered cry spills from her mouth.

Shoving my face harder against her with a hand in my hair, she rides me through the waves of her release, before falling back onto the mattress, a sated sigh of bliss following in her wake.

I rise above her, tucking the mess of her hair behind her ears. “I’m not through with you yet.”

She laughs, and then catches the curve of her smile between her teeth. Blue eyes meet mine. “I need you inside me, Jude,” she whispers, and those seven syllables have the potential to ruin me for good.

“I need inside you, too, baby. I—”

The door to Declan’s room swings open, and a loud gasp fills the room.

“Shit! Fuck! Shit! I’m sorry! Holy shit, I am so sorry!

” Addy shrieks from the doorway, hands flying up to her face to shield her eyes.

“I mean, wow, great ass, Jude, but holy shit, I am so sorry. Who knew your tattoos reached all the way to your butt cheeks? Well, now I know, I guess—against my will, and against yours.” She turns and crashes into the wall with her eyes still shielded.

“Shit. I didn’t realize you’d be here. I didn’t mean to come barging in like this.

Oh my god,” she groans out. “This is mortifying. For all three of us, I’m sure.

I really should have knocked…” she keeps rambling on, hands still covering her eyes as she tries to find her way back through the doorway.

I laugh, dragging a blanket up to cover Declan’s naked body. Her face, however, is one of pure mortification. Beet fucking red from where it peeks out from beneath her blanket.

“Addy! Out. Please.” Her words are comprised of quick breaths and a strangled tone.

“I’m trying!” Addy responds as she nearly trips over her own two feet, one hand mapping out the wall while her other stays firmly wrapped over her eyes. “Finally!” she shrieks as she finds the door and slams it closed behind her.

I can’t help the grin that tips my lips. “Let me help you clean this up, yeah?” I come to a stand, close a fist around Declan’s sheets, and tug them down her bed.

Her blanket is a tangled mess around her body, pink hair just as messy as it clings to her cheeks and neck. Two shaking hands rise up to meet her face and conceal her blush, blue eyes stretched wide, and my own smile stretches further.

Her blush is attractive as fuck. Especially after she just came on my face. Twice.

“Just put the sheet in my laundry basket in the closet, and I’ll take care of the rest. You should probably leave so I can figure out what the hell Addy is even doing here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes—go, please,” she breathes, amused.

I laugh, pull up my boxer-briefs and pants, and kiss her goodnight. Opening her door, I take a last glance at her disheveled state and cauterize it to memory. “See you in a few days, baby,” I say.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” she responds.

And I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the way she’s been looking at me. Open, wanting, possessive in return. Smug, now, even with a wash of embarrassment still tinging her cheeks.

I open the door and tip my chin to Addy before heading down the hallway.

Her ringing, “Baby?!” falls at my back, and my lips tip up at the edges, lifting into yet another goddamn smile.

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“Look at that smug as fuck grin you’re wearing!” Elijah booms from the darkness of his living room—like a fucking creep.

“Jesus,” I curse as I drop my keys in the entryway. Swatting a hand at the wall, I hit the lights. “What in the fucking fuck are you doing sitting in the dark like that for?”

His laugh barrels out of him like a shotgun. He slaps his hands on his knees before falling back onto the couch with the force of his laughter. When he tries to explain himself, he starts wheezing all over again. His words die off each time he tries, laughter taking over again and again.

I lost the battle against my own smile a while ago.

“Your fucking face, Little J,” he hardly manages.

I choke out a laugh and shake my head, hanging my keys on one of the hooks at the wall and kicking off my shoes. “Where’s Bee?” I question. “I thought she was coming by tonight to watch the fireworks.”

His amused expression falls that quickly.

“Whoa.” I point a finger at his mug. “What’s that about?”

“She’s pissed at me.” He sighs, sinking farther back into the couch.

“What? Why?” I ask. Bianca is the equivalent of a faerie—light, airy, takes nothing too seriously, always has something to smile and chatter on about, and is giggling almost constantly.

You might find her in a corner every once in a while, pouting about something or another, but you’d never find her angry.

“I fucked up and kissed her,” he mumbles.

“Come again?” I grin, knowing as fuck.

“I said I kissed her.” Sweeping a hand through his locks, he groans.

The sound is tortured as hell. “I shouldn't have done it. But if I’m being fully honest here, it was a long time coming.” Damn right it was.

“I freaked her the fuck out, though. We’ve been friends for over a decade, Little J, and I’m her boss now, technically.

I stepped over the line.” His features, so similar to mine, draw into a scowl that rivals my best.

“I’m not going lie, Big E,” I tread forward, “I thought maybe you two had been hooking up for a while now. It seemed that way, anyhow.”

“Yeah, fuck. We were,” he grumbles, and I’m only left confused.

“You’re not making any sense. Hooking up with her isn’t stepping over the line, but kissing her is?”

“Can we go back to five minutes ago? When you walked through that door, and I scared the piss out of you?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “That was far more entertaining.”

Palming the side of his head, I give it a light shove and lower myself down onto the couch beside him. “Nope. Spill. What’s going on with you and Bee?”

He blows out a breath and sinks deeper into the couch. “Fine. Fuck it. About a year ago, I’d say, we started messing around. We’ve always flirted and shit—fucking always—but one night, we were both at the shop real late, and one thing led to another, and we—”

I raise a palm between us. “Got it. Got it. Alright. So, you hooked up, and…?”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “So, we hooked up, and then we kept hooking up. Her only rule—no kissing. That, and she refused to ever talk about it in the light of day. She was her same bubbly, happy-go-lucky self, no one the wiser—but then the sun would set, and the shop would close, and… well, you get the picture. Over time, it became less about the sex and more about the time we spent together, though.” He pushes out a short, humorless breath of laughter.

“She’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Little J. Always has been.”

Gripping his shoulder, I give it a squeeze. It’s unreal to hear him talking like this. While I’ve had my suspicions about how he feels about Bee, it’s another thing to hear him say it.

“So, I told her so tonight.” He shrugs. “And then I kissed her. And then she ran the fuck off.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. Well, anyway. I know us, and we’ll figure it out. She just needs some time to sort through her own feelings.”

“I sure hope so,” I state. “You two make sense—in a fucked-up way. Your grumpy ass needs her sunshine.”

“Yeah, you’re not saying anything I don’t already know, Little J.

She’s stuck with me, and she’ll figure that out soon enough.

That’s enough about me, though. How about you?

And that cheesy ass goddamn smile you were wearing when you walked through the door.

Things went well with Little D, I take it? ”

“Yeah,” I respond through an unwitting smile. “Things went well.”

Better than I could have imagined. And all I did was go down on her. Though, I did have her coming on my tongue twice, and I unloaded a solid year of pent-up need on her sheets with the taste of her sweet pussy on my mouth.

So, yeah, damn straight things went well.

Really, really fucking well.

But I still need more. More of fucking everything with her.