Page 97 of Ruin The Friendship
“I think you’re right.” His head dips closer to mine, and he tilts my chin to look at him in the dark room. “Tell me, what do you want right now?”
“You.” My voice is pitchy and breathless.
“You have me. What else?” I can’t see his eyes clearly in the dark, but I can imagine that they’re filled with the same heat that’s burning in mine.
“I want you inside me.” The words spill from me before I can stop them, but I need the comfort only he can provide me. I need the connection I felt when he was inside me that night.
Fletcher doesn’t say anything, only rolls us, so I’m on my back. He kisses down my body through my shirt and sleep shorts, settling between my spread thighs. I shift my hips upward, taking off my shorts and flinging them to the floor.
Without hesitation, Fletcher dives forward, sucking my clit hard. I’m soaking wet, and he easily slides two fingers inside of me, pumping and hooking them. The pleasure starts in my core as he flicks his tongue on my clit in a staccato rhythm, making my hips buck.
“Fletcher,” I gasp, the sensations growing stronger with each passing second.
My climax builds, burning hot and spreading through my body like wildfire as he twists his fingers, findingthat spot deep inside my cunt that triggers my orgasm. My hips rock into his face as he carries me through the waves of pleasure. I cry out his name as I come back down to Earth.
My fingers thread into the dark strands of his hair, yanking to get him to stop his delicious torture on my clit. Fletcher chuckles as his green eyes lock with mine, the evidence of my release glistening on his chin.
“Take control, Lydi,” he mumbles, a sly grin crossing his face.
I sit up, and he follows my movements, his eyes raking over my body as I lift my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
I tip my chin at him. “Shorts off.”
“You got it.” He pushes his shorts off his legs and frees his cock. It bobs before resting across his belly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, taking in his naked form.
“I’m yours for the taking.” He leans against the headboard, crossing his ankles and lifting his arms to rest behind his head.
“Oh, are you?” I crawl up the bed to kiss him. Just as he tries to deepen the kiss, I pull back. “I’m in charge now.”
Those sage-green eyes flare with desire, and it heightens my already thrumming pulse. Fletcher licks his lips as he watches me, and he makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. I settle between his legs, resting one of my palms across his thick thigh, as I wrap my fingers around his shaft with the other.
I let spit roll off my tongue to drip onto the head of his cock, my mouth watering as I bend down, taking him into my mouth. Sucking him in deep, I twirl my tongue around the head each time I slide up, and Fletcher’s groans are like music to my ears.
He tries to tangle his fingers in my hair, butI smack them away. I have plans, and they don’t include him finishing in my mouth. His eyes close as I take him deeper in my throat, my gag reflex kicking in, but I push past it, swallowing around him.
“Fucking Christ, Lydia.” Fletcher’s voice comes out strangled.
I lift off his twitching cock, hiding my smile. I wipe at some of the spit on my lips, using it to lube up his dick as I pump him slowly. An idea pops into my mind, and before I can stop myself, I’m spitting on the tip and leaning forward. Gathering my heavy breasts in my hands, I wrap them around his hard length, moving them up and down.
Fletcher groans, dropping his head to the headboard.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he whimpers, eyes snapping back open.
“Nope, just trying to make you feel good.”
He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers, eliciting a cry from me as pleasure zings to my core. The pulsing feeling between my thighs grows, and I can’t do this much longer. I need him inside me.
I fuck him with my tits as he continues to beg for me, his hips bucking up into me with each movement. It’s hot as hell, but I can tell we both need more.
My boobs bounce as I rock back on my heels. I move up his body, straddling his thighs. My wetness soaks his skin, and I can’t wait to get him inside me. I reach between us and give him a few more pumps. Grinding my hips against him, I groan when it hits just the right spot. I can’t wait any longer.
I angle him at my entrance, sinking, letting him fill me at an agonizing pace. When he’s fully seated inside me, I rock my pelvis, getting used to this angle. It’s so deep andfull. I rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest as he lies down.
Fletcher lets out a long, growling curse under his breath, gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my skin, but the bite of pain only spurs me on. I lift myself a few inches before dropping back down with a gasp as he fills me again.
“Ah,” I cry as I fuck him, finding a pace that feels absolutely incredible. My thighs burn, and I fall forward into his chest, nipping and biting his sweat-slicked skin, needing contact with him anywhere I can get it.
