Until July

Author: P Hana

Page 36

   

“Where you going?” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses down my neck.

“I was going to shower.” I moan, tilting my head to the side.

“That sounds good.” He bites my neck, lifting me and walking towards the bedroom, making me laugh.

“Where in that did you hear me invite you?” I ask as he reaches around me, turning on the shower.

“The part where you were going to be naked.” He pulls my shirt off over my head and unhooks my bra, letting it drop to the floor before palming my breasts, pulling on both nipples, which makes my core tighten with want. His hands travel down my stomach and he slides my sweats down my legs, commanding, “Step out,” against my neck before biting into my skin.

When his hands leave me again, I turn to look at him over my shoulder and watch as his hands go behind his back as he pulls his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor with mine. When his arms wrap around me again, I moan, feeling the denim of his jeans scrape against the skin on the back of my thighs as one of his hands slides down my stomach, the other wrapping across my breast. His foot spreads my legs farther apart and his fingers slide through my folds, making my hips buck forward. Turning my head, I pant into his neck as two fingers slide on either side of my swollen clit.

“My mouth is watering.” He lets me go, making my eyes that had slid closed fly open. I turn and watch as he pulls a towel off of the shelf and sets it on the vanity. Then he pulls me by my hips and lifts me, placing me on it. “Show me your pussy, baby,” he says, unbuckling his jeans. My eyes are glued to the outline of the budge the V of his hips is pointing to.

“Spread your legs, July.” My eyes glide up to meet his and I swallow, slowly spreading my legs open. “Touch yourself how you want me to touch you.” He pulls down his jeans and his cock bobs against his stomach, the veins pronounced, the head so red it looks painful. I bring two fingers down my stomach and pause just over my pubic bone, feeling unsure.

“Touch it, baby. Show me how you like it,” he encourages while wrapping his hand around his length and pumping. I lower my fingers between my folds and rub circles around my clit then slip one finger inside of myself, taking the wetness of my arousal and sliding it up and around my clit.

“Fuck,” he clips, and my eyes that had slid closed open and meet his. I swallow, keeping a slow pace, the ache in my core telling me that when I do come it’s going to be huge. Like he can’t stop himself, he steps towards me, circling my entrance with one finger then pulling his finger, covered in my arousal, out and swiping it across my bottom lip.

He crashes his mouth down on mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking hard, causing me to cry out and my fingers to move faster, circling my clit. Then he pulls his mouth from mine and drops his face between my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy taking long strokes as his fingers enter me, making me scream his name. My orgasm crashes over me suddenly; the walls of my vagina contract, pulling at his fingers as I float away, my body breaking out with cold bumps as he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. He stands, grabs my ankles, holding them out to the sides as he slams into me hard. My hands go behind my back to keep myself up.

“Watch,” he growls, pulling out and slamming back in. “I love the way I look disappearing into you.” His words make me hotter and I lower my eyes, watching him enter me in long, measured strokes. Each of his thrust hits something deep inside me that causes a sharp pain that simmers out into pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” I whimper, and his mouth crashes down onto mine, causing the sound of my orgasm to slide down his throat. He pulls and wraps my legs around his hips, puts his hands under my ass, and then lifts me up, taking me into the shower, where he presses my back into the tiled wall. I use my legs wrapped around him as leverage to bring myself to orgasm again. “Fuck, baby, squeeze me,” he groans, planting himself deep and dropping his forehead to my shoulder.

*

“I want to follow Z tonight,” Kayan says as I lock up the doors to the clinic.

“Follow him where?” I ask, watching as she pulls out her keys from her bag.

“I don’t know,” she mutters then lifts her eyes to look at me. “I feel like maybe he’s cheating. He’s been hiding something,” she whispers, and I feel my eyebrows pull together.

“I don’t think Z is cheating on you.”

“Tonight, I’ll find out for sure,” she says, and I know there is no convincing her. When we were in college, she dated a guy that was cheating on her. The whole time, everyone knew except for her and me, or we didn’t know until we went to a frat party and walked in on him while he was having sex with our other roommate Lynn.

“I’ll go with you.” I tell her seeing the look on her face.

“Thank you.”

“I always have your back, even if I think you’re crazy,” I tell her.

“We’re going to have to find some way to ditch our tail.” She nods her head towards Harlen, who is sitting on his bike across the parking lot.

“Fifty Shades of Grey is coming out tonight. We will just say we’re going to watch it.”

“Perfect,” she whispers.

“Call me and we’ll make plans for the movies,” I shout loud enough for Harlen to hear.

“I can’t wait to see Fifty’s ass!” she shouts back, and I can’t help but laugh.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?” I ask Wes as I pull on my jeans.

His eyes lift from his cell phone and he looks at me. “We’re helping Jax with something then going to ride up to Nashville and check out a club Harlen found. The boys are thinking about buying it.”

“What kind of club?” I ask, pulling my hoodie out from the closet.

He pauses like he’s not going to say, and I raise a brow with my hoodie paused over my head. “Strip club.”

I nod once then pull the sweatshirt on. “You should talk to my uncle and mom. They’ve been running Teasers, now that my grandpa retired.”

His head goes back like I hit him and his brows pull together. “Your uncle and mom run Teasers?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck?”

I smile and pull my black Converse out of the closet. “Babe, your mouth.” I laugh, tapping his chin as I sit down next to him on the bed.

“How did I not know that?” He kisses my neck.

“I guess it never came up, but I’m sure my mom and uncle would be happy to talk to you and the guys.”

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