Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (ebook reader play store .txt) 📗

“There never has been anyone else,” she protested.

“And never will!” I ground my hips against hers, and there was a bit of a twist on the thrust that always made her eyes roll back as she huffed out a short cry. Yes, that was the spot, and I made it my personal mission to strike it with every push until I pulled that low keening cry from her we all loved so fucking much.

Then her mouth was on mine, and we collided with a clash of teeth and tongue. It was as much a wrestling match as a deep, tongue twisting kiss. I dug my fingers into her hip and then back to the curve of her ass. She was dragging her nails down my back, and there were no words necessary as we kissed, stroked, petted, and pounded together.

I worked my hand down between us as she gasped between kisses. The thrusts were less about pulling out and more about straining and grinding to be closer to together. Every time I hit the right spot, she whimpered and dug her fingers into me harder, and I swore my dick was ready to explode, but I fought the urge.

Frankie first.

I grazed my fingers against her clit, and she jolted, yanking her mouth from mine as that sweet cry fell from her lips and every muscle in her pussy clamped down on me. Fuck, this was a feeling I would die for, this moment right here. The rest of the thought flowed into her as I came, and she held onto me or I held onto her or maybe we were just supporting each other as we shook and shuddered our way through release.

For a long few moments, the only sounds in the bathroom was the running water and our heavy breaths.

Finally, she said, “You know…”

“Yeah,” I told her. “I do.” She didn’t need to finish the thought. She never needed it. “I didn’t…”

“No,” she promised me before I’d fully verbalized that I needed to know I hadn’t hurt her in my eagerness. “You felt good.” When she lifted her head to rest against the tile wall and stare me, I lost myself in her eyes. “You know that…”

She was curious about the piercing but not really asking? “I do,” I promised her. I brushed my knuckles against the back of her cheek. “You’re…”

“Everything,” she said, completing the thought, and I grinned. This, more than anything else, these moments were the ones I lived for, when we were so connected, we might as well share one brain.

“If we shared one brain, Coop,” she said with a teasing grin. “We’d have died of oxygen deprivation, considering how much blood that monster cock of yours needs.”

“All the better to please you with.” Monster cock? Hell yes, I’d take it. She laughed, and my heart went lighter. “And if you want me to look at piercings, I will.” That wasn’t so hard. Not that the idea of putting something through my dick thrilled me. “If you are really interested.”

“That’s part of what I was trying to say earlier. I don’t know if I am,” she whispered and then nuzzled the corner of my mouth. This time when I turned into the kiss, it was long and sweet and soul touching. Finally, I eased her to her feet and helped her finish showering. The water had gone from hot to warm, so probably a good plan to get a move on before it went cold.

Even Archie’s house might have a water limit. With her back to my chest, Frankie arched forward, and there was no accident as she rubbed her ass against my rapidly growing more interested dick. He was always interested when she was around.

“Frankie,” I warned as I shaped my hands from her shoulders to her hips. The little rosette of her ass peeked at me as she bent in half, almost as though she really needed to see her ankles to do what she was doing.

“I want you,” she told me, and it was as simple as that. With a heated groan, I rubbed her back as she pressed her hands against the wall, and I lost what little battle I considered waging against the need to push into her again. She was hotter, slicker, and more swollen from the earlier orgasm. This time, we didn’t tease or taunt, I just rode her with a kind of abandon that included stroking and cupping her breasts and as she rocked and twisted her hips.

Our next pair of orgasms took us until the water was almost tepid and my heart raced, but fuck, it felt good to come inside her. We finished rinsing off lazily. I didn’t even care about the almost cold water. Once I’d shut it off, Frankie reached for a towel and made another fantasy come true for me as she stood there dripping wet and naked in the bathroom, running her hands all over me along with the towel and pressing kisses here and there, including to my dick that twitched with promise.

We might even squeeze in round three if we handled it correctly. The hot suction of her mouth caught me off guard, and I glanced down to find her watching me as she sucked my softened dick between her lips.

Holy shit.

It was every fantasy I’d jerked off to in the ninth grade, and she kept the suction gentle and the tongue strokes firm until I was hardening between her lips. Not once did she pull away, in fact, she increased the pressure. When my cock bumped against her throat, she made a little gagging sound but wouldn’t let me retreat.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Sorry.” But her eyes held no censure, and the increased pressure accompanied by her hand fisting around my base had me coming in a rush. The hot release pulled my balls up tight and had me bracing one hand on the counter and the other