Pucked Up Page 102
“Uh . . .”
She rocks her hips, pressing down on the erection forming inside my pants. She moves in to kiss me again.
“What about the distance?”
She skims my cheeks with her fingertips. “We’ll manage.”
“I’ll be traveling a lot after next month,” I say.
“I’ll be done with all my courses at the end of December. I’ll only have my placement left. I can do that anywhere.” Her lips hover over mine. “We don’t have much time before you have to go, Miller. We can talk about that later, can’t we?”
If I’m hearing her correctly, she’s thinking long term, like me. She’s right. We have to leave for the airport soon, so we might as well take advantage of the time we have left.
Her mouth tastes like lemon from the Perrier. She grinds all over me as we kiss and grope and make up for all the time with no words and lots of uncertainty.
As I’m about to pull her shirt over her head, my phone starts beeping. It’s the twenty-minute warning.
“Just ignore it,” Sunny begs.
“I can’t miss my flight.”
“I can be quick.” She pulls her shirt over her head—along with her bra.
I glance at the clock on the wall and then back at her bare chest with faint tan lines and perfect nipples, free of poison ivy. It’s not a lot of time, but it’s enough. I can get her off real fast. We can have frantic makeup sex and next time take it slow.
I yank my shirt over my head. Sunny takes the cue and kicks of her jeans and panties while I shove my pants down to my ankles. This isn’t going to be romantic, but it’s definitely going to feel good. My dick is super fucking excited, along with the rest of me.
As soon as Sunny’s naked, she straddles my lap. We kiss for a minute, rubbing up against each other until my dick is slick and we’re both making sex noises. I need to give her a quick primer before I get in there, so I break the kiss and run a finger over her lips. She parts them and I slip it inside, watching it disappear almost all the way to the third knuckle. I have big fingers. It reminds me of what Sunny looks like with my cock in her mouth.
She holds my wrist and moves to my middle finger, sucking on that one, too. When she’s done giving my fingers head and my dick feels like it’s going to explode, I move my hand between her legs to rub her clit. She sighs, and her eyes close when I push inside. Finding the sweet spot, I flutter my fingers until her mouth drops and she starts making soft, needy sounds.
The alarm on my phone goes off again. I don’t have any baggage. I should make it. Hopefully.
“How much time?” Sunny asks, her voice hoarse.
“Ten minutes.”
She pushes my hand away and grabs my cock, which has been nestled against her warm inner thigh up to this point. She lines everything up and drops down.
We both groan. Sunny’s eyes roll up. “I missed you.”
“Me, too.”
Using my shoulders as leverage, she rises up until just the tip is hugged. Reversing the motion, she drops down slowly, then does it again. “Why does it always feel so good?”
“I dunno, but I could do this every day for the rest of my life and I’d be pretty damn happy.” It feels like I’m wrapped in the smoothest, velvety-est vice, lined with hot marshmallows.
Sunny cups my face in her hands. “Miller.”
I make a noise that’s supposed to sound like a yes.
“We’re back together, right?”
I’m inside her, so I’m thinking that means we are, but I figure it’s good to confirm. “As far as I know, yeah.”
“Okay. Good.” We kiss until the momentum picks up and keeping our lips attached is dangerous because the friction might cause teeth clashing. Sunny’s knees tighten against the outside of my thighs and goosebumps rise along her arms. She rolls her hips hard and fast. The alarm goes off a third time.
“I’m right th—” Her words are stilted by her groan. I hold her wide-eyed gaze as she comes.
I’m right at the edge, but I slow it down so she can recover. Holding her hips, I shift her over me, nice and easy, chasing down my own orgasm.
“I love you, Miller,” she whispers, fingers curling around my chin.
“I love you back.”
I thrust one more time, and the orgasm body checks me. It’s damn well magical. I see unicorns prancing behind my eyes instead of stars.
The awesomeness of the orgasm is destroyed when the front door swings open.
I’ve about had it with Waters ruining all my goddamn moments.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
FLASHES OF BEAVE
“Oh, poop,” Sunny mutters.
From where I’m sitting on the couch, with Sunny straddling me, I have an awesome view of Waters’ horrified expression. If it wasn’t an interruption to our make-up sex and the love professions, I’d think it was funny. Right now I’m annoyed more than anything.
Waters turns away. “What the actual fuck is going on?”
“Miller and I are talking things out.”
It’s pretty clear there’s no talking happening here, so I’m not sure why Sunny bothers with the lie, or why Waters asks in the first place.
“You’re fucking naked! On my goddamn couch! Butterson, you better get your hands off my damn sister or I’m gonna rebreak your fucking face.”
“You will do no such thing!” Sunny yells back.
I lean over and grab my shirt from the floor. Sunny holds out her arms and I pull it over her head so she’s not naked anymore. Waters and I have seen enough of each other’s bare asses in the locker room.