Page 125 of Red Marked

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he says again. Now he looks mortified. “That was not supposed to happen.”

I roll onto my back.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” I smile up at him. “I had two orgasms.”

“The one on my cock happened far too damned quickly.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I…I came before you. I’m completely out of practice.”

It’s so darned cute watching him get so riled up.

“It isn’t a big deal. It happens sometimes.” I shrug. “You got me there in the end.”

“Luckily I did.” He chuckles, sounding unsure. “I’m going to have to make it up to you. I’ve never come before a female. Not once in my life. That was a first. I’m a little rattled. I couldn’t stop it from happening.”

I giggle. “That’s sweet.”

It really is.

“It is not fucking sweet.” He spreads his hands. “I’m like a damned teenager. You’re so tight, and you’re so damned wet. You feel amazing.” He shakes his head, and his eyes drop between my legs and stay there. “You have a magical pussy.”

“A what?” I laugh.

“A magical pussy.” His mouth pulls up at one corner, and then he’s laughing too, still on his knees with his cock bobbing in front of him.

I squirm against the sheets. I’m still wet and aching and suddenly feeling empty. “Get another condom. You look like you’re ready to go again. I know I am.”

He shakes his head, his eyes hazy.

“Are you playing hard to get again? Seriously?”

“I don’t have any more condoms.”

“Oh.” I frown. “You only had the one?”

“Yep. I wasn’t planning on this.” He grips my knees and pushes them wide, and he moves down the bed until his shoulders are wedged between my thighs. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

His mouth closes over my clit.

He suckles it. Soft pulls, then harder, his tongue working the underside while his lips hold it, and two fingers push into my slick pussy. There’s no resistance now. I’m so wet he slides straight in, and I grab a handful of his hair and hold on.

I’ve already come twice. I should tell him not to worry, but it feels good.

So good.

I’m already teetering. My hips lift into his mouth on their own; my heels dig into the mattress. I groan.

He lifts his head.

“I’m sorry it’s not my cock.”

“Flint, I swear, if you don’t…”

His mouth is back on me before I can finish, and the rest of the sentence turns into a wail.

His fingers pump in and out of me, slow and deep, and then he angles them and drags them along the front wall on the way out, and he hits my G-spot. My whole body bucks off the bed. He does it again. He finds that one spot and stays on it, rubbing, rubbing, and I’m gone. I can hear myself. I’m loud.

My head falls back, and I’m saying his name, and then I’m not saying anything, just a wild, drawn-out groan. My thighs squeeze his ears. My free hand hits the mattress. One heel slips off the edge of the bed, and I don’t care, because he sucks on my clit while he finger-fucks me, and that ends me.

Everything locks down.