Page 6 of Best Wrong Thing

“Sexy talk, I like it.” I nip his bottom lip, then grab his hand and yank him into my bedroom.

Which is a little chaotic. I’d have tidied up if I’d known I would hook up tonight. He pushes me onto my crumpled bedding, straddles me, rests his arms on either side of my head, and kisses me deeply. Mild-mannered in public but a beast in the bedroom. Perfect. I undo his shirt buttons, push the fabric back, and run my hands over the soft skin of his chest. Hehas a few wisps of thin, dark hair. I skim my fingertips over his nipples, which harden instantly. I move my hands down, exploring his body, down to his happy trail. The hair is thicker, guiding me to his belt, which I undo. He presses hot kisses to my throat and jaw.

“I need this,” he whispers.

I chuckle. “I could tell. Better than getting drunk?”

“So much better. Thank you.” He nuzzles his nose against the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.

The warmth of his breath makes my skin tingle. I wrap my arms around his back, hugging him for several moments until he becomes animated again and kisses me mercilessly. He slides his hands under my T-shirt and explores my torso with his soft hands.

I undo his trousers, push them down his thighs, and free his hard, dripping cock. It’s a nice handful. Not too long or thick.

“Fuck.” He croons the word against my lips and devours my mouth once more.

He pulls at my T-shirt. I do a crunch, so it’s easier for him to tug it off me. He throws it onto the floor and then removes his shirt.

I lean on my elbows and lick my lips. “You’re hot.”

His cheeks pink. “I’m not much to look at.”

“Let me be the judge of that, okay? I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Why else do you think I flirted with you tonight?”

“Pity.”

I arch a brow. “I don’t pity you. I fancy you. I want to help you forget whatever’s bothering you. Lose yourself in me, Jacob. Give us a night to remember.”

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I grin. “Thank you.”

He leans down and kisses his way over my chest as he unfastens my jeans and undoes my zipper. I sigh as the pressureon my cock is relieved. I raise my hips, allowing and encouraging him to take my jeans off. My boxer shorts come off too. Jacob stares at me, hunger dancing in his eyes.

“Like what you see?” I run my tongue slowly over my bottom lip.

“Yes.”

“So do I.” I sit and tug at the waistband of his underwear. “Get naked.”

I bite my tongue to keep me from laughing as he hops on one leg and then the other in his hurry to rid himself of his smart trousers and underwear.

“Better.” I roll over and crawl up my bed to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube from my dresser drawer. I spread my legs, waving the condom back and forth. “Top or bottom? I’m vers.”

“I prefer to top,” he says, his voice confident.

“Thank god. I need a good dicking.” I toss the condom and lube to the end of the bed and get on all fours.

The mattress creaks and dips. He caresses my arse and runs his hands down my legs, then sweeps them around and up my inner thighs. His thumb grazes my balls. I whimper and lower my head on to my hands, thrusting my arse higher into the air.

“Warm my arse up, Jacob. Please?”

Cold lube drips down my crack. I shiver and gasp, even though I was expecting it. He trails his finger down my crack and twirls it around my hole. I groan out my appreciation and gyrate my hips. God, I need this. I need him.

He slides his finger inside me and pushes deep. I arch my back and neck. His finger brushes over my prostate, and my whines turn into pants and moans.

“Oh, fuck, Jacob, that feels amazing.”

“Yeah? You feel great too.”