Page 55 of Goode to Be Bad

Hard as a rock, my cock nestled neatly between Lexie’s ass cheeks. My hand on her tit, the lush big handful overflowing my palm, her nipple perky against my thumb. Her breathing was such that I knew she was awake.

“Mmm,” she hummed, sleepily.

I couldn’t stop my hips from moving. “Mmm,” I hummed back.

She sighed, and slid her backside against me. She was naked too, all bare skin and plush curves. “You’re alive,” she murmured.

“Barely.”

“You were pretty blasted.”

“Yeah.”

“You were cute.” She wiggled back against me. “How you feel now?”

“More alive. Less blasted.” I thumbed her nipple. Flexed against her. “Lucky to wake up to this.”

She turned her head to the side, a small smile on her face. “Oh. And what do you plan to do with this?”

I didn’t think. Just acted out of need, out of instinct. Slid my hand to her hip, to her thigh. To her knee. Lifted her leg aside. Felt her opening nestling hot and slick against me. “This.” And slid into her.

Bare. She was wet and tight and softer than anything, and so perfect. She moaned as I moved inside her, as I slid deep, felt her wrap hot around me and clamp. There was no way to hold back—just me and her, this moment, our perfect union, bodies joined and matched and moving together like puzzle pieces fitting into place.

I moved, filling her, feeling her spasm around me. Felt her fingers find her center, helping herself along as I slid sinuously in and out. Her breasts provided the perfect handhold, and I kneaded them, one and the other and both, thumbing her sensitive nipples.

It wasn’t slow, or long. I was there faster than I thought possible, and wanted nothing more than to topple over the edge as I felt her squeeze and throb and clamp. She bit her lip as she restrained a scream, writhing against me, clenching around me, and that was my undoing. I pushed into her, hips slamming against the juicy bounce of ass.

Gritted my teeth and groaned. “Lex,” I breathed, “Oh god…Lex.”

I was there, seconds from the edge.

She gasped, breathed a curse, and suddenly I ached, throbbed against nothing. She’d rolled away, snatched herself away from me. I didn’t have time to react, to even understand what had happened, and then she was resting her cheek on my belly and I was in her mouth and she was stroking me with one hand and cupping my balls with the other doing something to them that had me aching harder than I’d imagined possible.

Her mouth was tight and wet and insistent, and took so much of me, and her fist slid fast and soft around me and I was groaning, aching, throbbing.

“Lex…” it was all I could manage. I had to warn her. “I…fuck. I can’t hold it.”

She hummed, backed away and sucked a deep breath. Whispered against my throbbing erection. “Let me have it, Myles.”

And then I was in her mouth again and I had no chance, none. It was too good. Not as good as if I’d gotten to give her this where I wanted to be, buried deep inside her with her mouth on mine and her orgasm in synch with my own.

Close, but not as good as that would be.

“Coming,” I grunted. “Lex, I’m—oh fuck!”

Both hands stroking and pumping me, and her mouth was sliding around my head and she was sucking and her tongue was wild and slithering and circling, and I was aching to explode. I couldn’t. I knew she didn’t do this.

“You don’t want it, Lex,” I growled, holding back with every ounce of control I possessed, holding back until it hurt.

She pulled back, drawing her mouth off of my cock with a loudpop. Licked the tip. “Yes, Myles. I do.”

“What?”

“You arguing?”

I pulsed, fighting the need to come. Hips pushed up, helplessly thrusting into her hands. Balls felt like they were boiling over, aching with pent-up heat. “No, but you don’t do this. You don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to,” she murmured, smiling up at me. “Maybe I want to.” She licked me from root to tip, turned her head sideways and ran her teeth and tongue and lips along the side of my cock. “Maybe I changed my mind about what I want to do to you. To dowithyou.”