Page 36 of The False Start (Off the Bench)

I immediately picture how stunning she’d be sucking on something else while looking up at me like that but push it from my mind. Not tonight. Tonight, she’s mine, and I want my cum dripping out of her, not swallowed.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and grip her hips, bringing our mouths together once more before lifting her. Her long legs wrap around my waist automatically, making it easier to walk her toward my bedroom, because our first time won’t be anywhere but a bed.

I drop her lightly onto the down comforter before crawling over her and bracketing my arms on either side of her face before leaning down to kiss her. This kiss is less urgent now, more exploratory.

I kiss down her jawline and slide my hand under her back. She arches to grant me access as I attempt to open her bra clasp. I fumble for a few moments before it finally comes free. She smirks at me as I pull it free from her arms.

I huff indignantly. “I’m out of practice.”

She narrows her eyes as if she doesn’t quite believe me, but as I take her nipple in my mouth and roll it between my teeth, she throws her head back against the pillows.

“Not too out of practice then.” I smirk against her warm skin, before continuing down her body, nipping everywhere that I can reach and smoothing over the sting with my tongue in the wake, before reaching her panties.

I pause, looking up for confirmation. Her eyes meet mine, and it’s as if the gold flecks in the brown have turned to flame.

She lifts her hips, letting me slide the material down her legs before tossing them to the side.

I kneel in between her legs on the bed, and slowly pump one finger into her, before I reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom.

“You’re sure?” I ask. I pray to God she is because if I have to stop now, no amount of cold showers will save me.

“Please.” She says it like a prayer, and I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and add a second finger.

I quickly shuck off my sweatpants, thankful she’s been too distracted to notice the not-so-insignificant wet spot and roll on the rubber with my free hand.

I line myself up with her entrance and look toward her face, to see her watching the inch of space separating our bodies from each other with such intensity I almost flinch just in case my dick catches fire.

“Look at me,” I order, my voice raspy.

Her eyes meet mine, and I sink into her, sheathing myself fully.

It’s a near heavenly experience to watch her face as she takes all of me, as she stretches to accommodate me.

My back stings as her nails find purchase in the skin there.

I start to move slowly, flexing my hips just enough to drive some friction between us.

Lila’s soft moan in response is all the confirmation I need to pick up the pace.

I pull her leg up around my bicep, opening up the angle to thrust deeper into her.

The pressure of my long-awaited orgasm builds.

How many times had I envisioned this exact scenario?

And yet not one of my fantasies came close to the experience of Lila writhing under me, her nails digging into my skin, the flush of her cheeks, the fire in her eyes, and just how perfectly she squeezes my cock inside her.

“Cal, please,” she cries, her hand leaving my back to fist into the bedclothes beside her head.

“ Fuck, ” I hiss as her walls tighten around me. I slide her leg up onto my shoulder to free my hand and bring it down between us.

“Oh my God, Cal, fuck .” She’s babbling a nonsense list of praises and expletives as I circle her swollen clit, trying to get her over the edge once more. “Fuck yes, Cal. Please, please, please. Yes. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Yes, love, come for me.”

A lightbulb flickers in my currently empty brain, dirty talk. It worked last time.

“Come for me Lila, now. In five,” I start counting, and her eyes snap open, meeting mine once more.

“Four.” The look on her face would make me laugh if I wasn’t so caught up in the sex.

She’s so turned on it almost hurts me to not give into my own release, but part of her looks completely betrayed that I wouldn’t let her finish if she can’t get there in time.

Jokes on her because of course she’d finish, I’d just count again.

“Three.” I can feel the fluttering around my cock. Ten seconds and you can come, hold on to it.

“Two.” Her body writhes under me as her orgasm builds.

“One.” I give her one more push over the edge and pinch her swollen clit.

She explodes around me, and a cascade of liquid soaks the bed under us.

Holy fuck.

That does it for me, and I’m following her over the cliff as I fuck her through her orgasm and mine, coming so hard I see stars.

When I’m so sensitive I can’t stand it anymore, I pull out and remove the condom. I make quick work of tossing it in the trash in my en suite but grab a towel for the bed and a last-minute thought has me running a washcloth under the tap for Lila as well.

I watch her from the doorway for a few moments, basking in the idea that she’s really here in my bed. There’s no way it could be a dream, because even in my wildest fantasies, she’d never squirted. She’s still lying on the bed, unmoving except for the steady rise and fall of her chest.

I walk back her, wiping her gently with the washcloth before laying the dry towel down on the bed.

She cracks a sleepy smile at me as I ease myself onto the bed next to her, pulling the comforter over us both.

“Will you stay here with me tonight?” I ask, my voice betraying my true emotions.

Lila reaches for me, tucking herself into the space between my arm and my chest.

“Where else would I go?” she mumbles into the side of my torso.

I chuckle. I guess that answers that. I stroke her back as she drifts into sleep, making lazy patterns against her naked skin. Once her breathing has evened out, I relax into the silk sheets, breathing in her scent, and press a kiss to her forehead before I too drift off into sleep.