My One Night: An On My Own Novel Carrie Ryan (books to read to improve english TXT) 📖

his shirt, and he smiled against me before pulling it over his head.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

He frowned. “What?”

“You tug your shirt over the back of your head. It’s so sexy. I thought only movie stars did that.”

He blushed, and I couldn’t help but notice that he turned pink all the way down to his very firm, very ripped chest and eight-pack.

“I don’t know. It’s just something I do. I didn’t realize that it was a movie-star thing.”

“I like it. You should keep doing it.”

“I think we can arrange that,” he said softly.

He kissed me again, this time leading me towards the bed. I tugged on his pants, and he did the same with mine. Suddenly, my pants were off, as were his, and I stood in nothing but my bra and panties with him in his boxer briefs.

“Damn, did I tell you how much I love your curves?” he asked, squeezing me.

I shivered. “I think you might have mentioned it. But wow.” I hadn’t meant to utter the last part, but he kept touching me, and it was hard to think. Hard to breathe.

“Wow is a good word.” He kissed me again.

I was falling, falling so hard I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, what to do. I hadn’t expected this. Didn’t expect him. And I shouldn’t have. This could be a horrible mistake that led to temptation and pain, but I wasn’t going to stop. At least, not right now. College was about finding who you were and making choices. Discovering your path. And if that road led to Dillon, then I would let myself fall, at least for the time being.

I just hoped I didn’t break when I landed.

Soon, I was on the bed, Dillon hovering over me as he kissed my naked flesh. We had both lost what remained of our clothes. The condom packet lay next to my head. He kissed along my collarbone, then between my breasts. He paid particular attention to my nipples, biting and sucking to the point that I almost came. I rubbed my thighs against him, needing the friction, needing something, anything, but he refused to lower himself, wouldn’t press himself against my heat.

“Dillon,” I whispered.

“I’m not done yet.”

And then he lowered himself, kissing across my stomach, my hips. He nibbled, nipped. And then his head moved between my thighs, and it was the most erotic image I had ever seen. He kissed, sucked, took in my heat. He laughed at me, blew cool air on my warmth, and then spread me. I covered my face, embarrassed, and he just chuckled against me.

“You’re so pretty and pink. So wet and ready for me.” He licked at my clit. “Are you going to come for me, Elise?”

“If you keep touching me, the answer’s going to be yes.”

He kissed me again, this time spearing me with two fingers. My hips shot off the bed, and he curled his fingers, finding that tight bundle of nerves that nearly sent me over the edge. And when he latched on to my clit with his mouth, fucking me with his fingers, using his other hand to play with my breasts, I was lost. I came, an agonized shard of bliss slicing through me as I fell from the cliff of wherever I had been. I orgasmed so hard, I was afraid I would break, but then he was there, holding me tightly, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

He pulled away, and I panted, putting my hands over my breasts to calm myself. He smiled at the look, and I quickly sat up, getting a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head and went to all fours.

“There’s something I need to do.” And then I slid his cock into my mouth. He was wide and far too long for me, so I used my free hand to grip his base. My other hand was on his hip, keeping me steady.

Dillon let out a groan, slid his hands through my hair as I sucked his length. I hollowed my cheeks, humming along him as the tip of his dick pressed against the back of my throat.

“Elise,” he whispered.

And then his hips began to move as he slowly fucked my mouth. I kept humming, needing him more.

His body tightened, and I felt him twitch, then he pulled away and twisted me around. I was still on all fours, and I heard him slide the condom over his length. He had one hand on my hip, and I felt the tip of him against my core. He lowered his head, kissed the back of my shoulder, and then slid home.

We both groaned, my pussy so tight and swollen from my orgasm that it was hard for me to even breathe with him inside me. He whispered sweet nothings against my neck and across my shoulders, and then he began to move. I shoved back into the thrusts, and he fucked me hard, both of us trying to catch our breaths but unable. And when he pulled on my shoulder slightly, I sat up so I knelt in front of him, on my knees only as he continued fucking me.

I could barely breathe, but this was worth it. It was all worth it. He continued thrusting deeply, moving in and out of me, one hand on my breast, the other on my clit. He kissed my shoulder, sucking hard, and I came. Shattered. He shouted, his whole body shaking as he came hard deep inside me. Both of us let out gasping breaths and then fell to the side, his cock still deep within as the two of us fell down from our orgasms, trying to find our footing. But it was no use. I was still cradled in his arms, his cock still deep inside me. It was no use trying to return to reality. Or any semblance of normalcy. This was it. This was what I had been missing.

The thought took