The Hidden (The Hidden Trilogy) (25 page)

Sitting up, I pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, trailing my hands down her arms. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her straps going limp and slipping down her shoulders.

My mouth went dry as she pulled it down, exposing her breasts. Instinctively, I licked my lips and reached out–

I stilled my hand, balling it up into a fist to keep from touching her. I wouldn’t do anything without her permission.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice causing me to look up and meet her eyes. She gave me a reassuring smile and took my hand in hers, unfurling my fingers as she placed it on her breast.

It fit perfectly in my hand. I gave it a light squeeze, feeling the weight cupped in my palm. Her breathing hitched, and I glanced up to see her looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Good God, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My cock throbbed under her, urging me to thrust against her. Instead, I ran my thumb over her nipple, watching the pink skin pucker under my touch.

She hissed in a quick breath and arched her back, pushing her breast into my palm. The faint scent of her arousal drifted up to me, and I dropped my hands to grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I should be used to it by now, but I wasn’t. Her scent hit me like a Mack Truck each and every time.

Leaning in, I rested my forehead between her breasts, against her breastbone. My eyes squeezed shut as I clenched my jaw, trying desperately to remain in control.

Her fingers brushed through my hair. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice breathy and quiet.

I nodded against her, loosening my grip on her waist. I swallowed and said, “Yeah,” but it still came out hoarse.

She snaked her fingers through the hair at my nape and kissed the top of my head, hugging me close. I opened my eyes to the valley of pale, soft skin between her breasts, and kissed it, trailing them along her chest.

My nose brushed against her as I moved to her nipple, testing the waters with chaste kisses on her hardened peaks. She gripped my hair harder, her breathing and heart rate accelerating. I took her into my mouth, gently sucking on her pebbled skin.

She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before slipping her hands down my neck, to my shoulders. I gripped her waist with my right hand and brought my left up to her other breast, cupping it and tracing my thumb over her nipple. Her fingers dug into my skin as I circled my tongue around her, flicking and nipping at her gently.

She moaned and started to rock her hips against me, her hot core providing much needed friction against my erection. I let out a strangled moan around her nipple and grabbed her waist harder. Grinding against her, I met her thrust for thrust.

In a move that probably wasn’t humanly possible, I flipped her over onto her back and pinned her down, crashing my mouth into hers–all in under a second. At that moment, I didn’t care if my movements seemed preternatural. I just needed her.
Now
.

Her warm, wet mouth welcomed my tongue, caressing it with her own. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, and I took her top lip into mine. With her soft body pressed to me, absorbing my weight, I felt our bare chests pushed together. I couldn’t
believe
how good it felt to have her breasts pressed up to me like this.

I thrust against her, my hips cradled between her thighs as I dipped my fingers under the side of her white lace panties.

She broke away from me, panting, as her head strained back into the pillow, her hair fanned out around her. “Wait,” she breathed.

I froze, thinking maybe I’d done something wrong. She patted me on the shoulders and pushed slightly, gesturing for me to get off her. I rolled away immediately as she said, “Just a sec.”

She stuck her thumbs inside her underwear and lifted her hips, sliding them down and off before tossing them aside. Her knees were still bent, the angle blocking me from really seeing anything.

I went slack-jawed nonetheless.

“Come here,” she breathed.

I got on my knees and crawled over to her, kneeling at the shut gates of her legs. With trembling fingers, I grazed the sides of her calves. She parted her legs slowly, revealing pink, glistening folds.

Holy hell…

My breathing faltered as my mouth went dry. I swallowed, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips. “Can I…?”

With great effort, I tore my gaze away to look up at her face. She nodded, her eyes as wide and nervous as I’m sure mine were.

I settled my knees between her legs and moved up her, hovering over her as I rested my weight on my left forearm, next to her head. My free hand brushed up the top of her thigh, up her side, and arced back down her stomach, where I traced my fingertips lower. She shivered under me, her fingers digging into my bicep.

I refrained from allowing my fingers to trail down to the spot they wanted to. I didn’t want to screw this up. “Show me how to touch you,” I breathed.

Her eyes briefly met mine before she took my hand in hers, guiding it down to her most private place. I met slick skin as she showed me where and how to rub her. She released my hand, gripping my shoulder as I took over.

I continued to stroke her in measured circles, her wetness allowing my fingers to glide over her. “Like this?” I asked.

“
Yes
,” she breathed, her eyes sliding closed.

I moved down her folds, slipping a finger inside her and meeting hot, wet friction. She sucked in a breath as I dipped in and out of her slowly, before adding another finger. I watched her with rapt eyes, her naked body writhing underneath me as my fingers appeared and disappeared into her soft, glistening flesh.

I was so hard that my cock pulsed along with my rapid heartbeat.

Craning my head down, I took her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as my fingers retreated and advanced within her, my thumb circling her clit like she’d shown me.

“
Oh
,
God
.” She slipped her hand inside my boxers and gripped my shaft, stroking me.

Fuck. Me.

I groaned, releasing her nipple. “
Shit
,” I breathed into the hollow of her neck, my face pressed into her hair. My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed off her and said, “Wait.”

“What?” She propped herself up on her elbows, her face flushed and bewildered. “Why’d you stop?”

I stood next to the bed, my boxers tenting out in front of me as I balled and un-balled my fists. Oh man, I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. It was only fair, though. Tit for tat.

“I got to see you, so…” I took a deep breath and dropped my boxers.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

My mouth dropped open when I saw Thomas–
all
of Thomas–standing naked before me. He’d
felt
big, but Jesus, it was something else entirely to see his erection in the flesh, proudly protruding from his hips, like a fucking third leg.

That thing is
never
gonna fit.

I swallowed and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed until I was eye-level with it. Chewing on my lip, I tentatively reached out and grazed his length with my fingertips. It twitched at my touch as Thomas hissed.

Huh. Didn’t know it could do that.

I ran my fingers along him, exploring him, as I noted the bluish veins of his shaft, the small patch of blond curls at the base, the heavy sac hanging below, and the broad tip. The slit at his head glistened, a bead of milky liquid threatening to spill over.

My tongue snaked out, licking my bottom lip as I wondered what it’d taste like. The thought–unbidden as it was–struck me as highly erotic and had the muscles between my legs clenching. I wanted him inside me, and I’d take it any way I could get it.

I gripped his shaft, the slight change in pressure causing the drop to spill over and trickle down his tip. Leaning forward, my tongue darted out, running up his cockhead and over his slit. He made a choked sound and I broke away immediately, looking up to him.

Did I do something wrong?

“Was that okay?” I asked, licking my lips and tasting him. There was a hint of salt, but that was it.

He looked down at me–eyes wide and breaths shallow–as he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled and ran a hand through his hair.

So that was a
good
sound. He’d liked it. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling and tilted my head to the side, focusing on the sac below his shaft. There was a light dusting of blond hair on it, and I reached out, cupping it, as I felt the weight in my palm. I massaged it gently, eliciting a groan from Thomas.

With my free hand, I took his length again, guiding him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, like I was French kissing his erection. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I’d seen enough porn to get the gist of a blow job–although he’d be sorely disappointed if he tried to jizz all over my face.

I took him in further, my jaw stretching to accommodate him, and sucked, creating a vacuum as I moved up and down his shaft. What I couldn’t fit in my mouth, I stroked with my hand.

“
Fuck
,” Thomas hissed, his hands clenching into fists. He un-balled them and reached out to me, then stopped himself, balling his hands into fists again.

I released him, his length slick and shiny from my saliva. “It’s okay. You can touch me.”

He looked down at me–eyes wild, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted–and nodded minutely. I kept my eyes on his as I started stroking him again, my hand sliding up and down easily, and brought him back to my mouth, enveloping the tip of his shaft. His eyes slid closed as his hands found the back of my head, gently guiding me.

My eyes never left his face. Hell, I thought he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen when he did mundane, everyday things. To see him like
this
–naked before me, my mouth wrapped around his cock, his face twisted with pleasure–well, I just about came undone. And judging from the moisture pooling between my legs, I’m sure there’d be a big ol’ wet spot on his bed when I finally moved.

He reached down and grasped my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple. I moaned around him, clenching my legs and rubbing them together, all in an effort to gain some kind of friction against my core.

“
Oh, God
.” Thomas popped himself out of my mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he panted. “I need…a minute.”

I wiped my bottom lip with the back of my hand and climbed back in bed. If there was such a thing as blue vagina, I had it. I ached for him–
literally
. My muscles had clenched to an almost painful degree. It felt like my walls were going to collapse in on themselves if he didn’t fill me.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, his muscles taut and his head hung, his elbows resting on his knees. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but didn’t.

Instead, I scooted towards him a little. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, his breathing more even. His back was still to me as he said, “I just didn’t want to finish…like that.”

I couldn’t stop the lopsided grin that spread across my face.
That’s
what he’d been concerned about?

I sat up, kneeling behind him, and wrapped my arms around him, whispering in his ear, “It’d be okay with me if you had.”

His head whipped around. “Really?”

I laughed and lay back down. “Yeah, if that’s what you want.”

“But what do
you
want?” he asked, climbing in next to me.

Duh, that much should be obvious by now. “I just want you,” I said, turning to kiss his chest. Feeling bold, I took his hand and placed it between my legs, slipping it down my wet folds. “I
need
you.”

My breath caught in my throat as he caressed me, his fingers gliding over my clit, rubbing it in circles. I gripped the sheet beside me, trying to anchor myself to reality and not slip away under the waves of pleasure threatening to overtake me.

Climbing on top of me, his tongue snaked out and licked at my lips, our hurried breaths mixing in the limited space between us. I grabbed his shaft, stroking him, as he moaned and pressed his forehead to mine. He slipped his fingers inside me, stretching me as he filled me.

“
Unh
,” I groaned, gripping his cock harder as I pumped him. His fingers moved slowly at first, my hips undulating with every thrust of his hand. “
Faster
,” I breathed, feeling the familiar tingles of an upcoming release.

His neck and shoulder muscles strained, the sheet next to my head fisted into his hand. His thumb sped up, rubbing me faster, as his fingers thrust more forcefully. I opened my knees as far as they would go, giving him all the access he needed.

My hips rolled with him as I climbed the apex of my release, my body tightening as I was pushed over the edge, an explosion of warmth and pleasure radiating from my core. I gasped and stilled under him, my hand momentarily pausing on his shaft, gripping him hard as I came.

“
Oh
,
shit
.” Thomas grunted and lowered his head to the hollow of my neck, his hot breath on my skin as warm spurts of his release sprayed across my belly and breasts.

I belatedly stroked him a few times, slowly, as he shuddered on top of me. The remnants dripped down my hand as he pulled away from me, extricating himself from me completely.

He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed some tissue. “Sorry,” he mumbled, handing it to me. His eyes met mine briefly before looking away.

His face was flushed, but I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the physical exertion of what we’d just done.

“It’s okay.” I smiled at him and started wiping myself off. “I came on your hand too, you know. Probably got just as much on you as you did on me.”

He laughed and grabbed more tissue. “Probably… ” He lowered his voice, his blush deepening, as he said, “But I didn’t mind.”

Oh man, this boy was gonna get me in trouble. It shouldn’t be physically possible for someone to be so cute.