Black and Blue by Paige Notaro Read Free Book Online Page B

kind of a late morning. You don’t got work right?”
    “Oh, crap,” she just said, tapping on her screen. “My dad’s going to be livid.”
    “Your dad? I thought you were a college girl.”
    “I’m staying home for the summer. Gotta keep the good girl act up.”
    She finished typing whatever, then sank back into the pillow with a sigh. Chalk up another difference between us - my dad had stopped paying attention to my goings and comings long ago, except when he needed a ride to the hospital. Hers kept tabs on her?
    Something about the thought of me holding someone’s little girl lit a fire inside me. I crept atop Gabi.
    “You’re not a good girl though,” I whispered. “You did a lot of things last night that good girls don’t do.”
    Her eyes drank me in and started to sink under my spell, but then they snapped open. She shoved at my chest.
    “No,” she said. “I’ve gotta be there in fifteen.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “I made up an excuse that I was out with Jada. She’ll drop me off in her car, and I’ll pick mine up later.”
    I chuckled. This felt like middle school shenanigans. “What does she drive?”
    “Dark black SUV.”
    If that wasn’t fate talking then I didn’t know what was. “Well, I’ve got one of those,” I said. “I can drop you off.”
    I landed a kiss on her lips.
    “No,” she said. “I need to-“
    I sank hard onto her, cutting her off with a longer kiss. Her lips moved rough against mine, but she pressed me back.
    “Sean,” she said, but it was more surrender than protest. Her eyes were dim with lust.
    I wrapped an arm around her head and settled back onto her mouth, finishing the kill. Her body tensed as if with rigor mortis, then softened against me. Her lips started to move on mine. Any fear about where this all was headed evaporated from my head. We were both here now.
    I pressed into her mouth and savored her taste. Even in the morning, her breath came only slightly bitter. After I licked that away, there was only sweetness. She couldn’t move with me weighing on her, and I took my time nibbling her full lips. She let out a low moan that had me instantly hard at my center.
    I kissed my way down her chin and indulged in her dark, velvety neck. Her soft sounds rumbled through me, and she ran her hands uselessly through my short buzz of hair. All of her was already bare to me, free to taste and consume as I desired.
    When I had my fill of her sounds, I went up her breast and started sucking at the center. She cried out, but I gathered more of her and brought it inside my mouth.
    Such simple pleasure - but somehow even this part of her was more succulent than anything I’d had before. I took turns on each breast, then continued down towards her heat, her wetness.
    She keened as I enveloped it. I was in no mood to flirt around. Her tasted rushed into me, and I lapped furiously, bring about more and more of it. Her hand scratched against fabric and her legs writhed about me. I laid them still with one press of my arm and continued eating her dark center.
    Under my focused attention, she barely lasted two minutes. Her voice shimmered and cracked and I was rewarded with a rush of liquid satisfaction. I went back to her gasping face and smothered it with a kiss, taking her fully in my arms. She was mine. Whether she or I could understand it, we had sway over each other.
    Below, my hardness already sat pressed against a center. Still kissing her, I entered. She sighed and sank back, already well past the point of defeat. Her tightness crushed me and every stroke was as vicious as any workout. I could barely stay in control.
    I rode her back into the dark wooden headboards. The bed squeaked, then rattled, then brayed like a donkey as I plunged into her harder and faster. Our voices rode up with it, and then everything but the bed itself broke. I shuddered as I filled her with warmth. She thrashed around me, consumed in another bout of ecstasy.
    Finally, she had the energy