Songs for Cricket by Laine, E. (best books to read in your 20s TXT) 📗

game could be bad luck. I ran a hand over my head because she made a tempting picture as she half lay on the bed in offering.

“It’s not so much sex as ensuring you get enough sleep. If we start, I doubt I’ll even think about the time. So just get ready for bed, and then let me hold you.”

When had I ever wanted to hold someone? Everything was different when it came to her. I would be hard as hell all night if she was pressed against me, but I would do it.

“Fine,” she said with a bit of defiance in her tone.

She scooted off the bed and prowled over like she was spoiling for a fight.

“Finley,” I warned.

Her hands were fast at work unfastening my belt.

Her pouty lip begged to be kissed.

“You said we should get undressed and go to bed.”

Though she sounded reasonable, her eyes told a different story. I was held captive by their intensity as she unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs until gravity took over.

When her hand wrapped around me, I hadn’t seen it coming. My jaw unlocked as she lifted on her toes and fastened her mouth to mine, stroking me until I couldn’t get any harder.

“Finley.”

She smirked at me before dropping to her knees. I tried to move back, but my feet were tangled in my jeans pooled at my feet. Her fingers dug into my ass as her mouth slid over the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

As much as I’d planned to be strong and fight against the pull to be the closest to her in any possible way; seeing her on her knees with her mouth on me was more than any man could bear.

I tangled my hand in her hair as she took more of me in. I covered her hand that was fisted around me and guided it up and down my shaft while biting my lip.

It was too good to the point I wouldn’t last. I let go of her hand and wrapped it around the base to stop myself from coming. I used my hold on her head to pop her free.

“Fine,” I said. “We’ll do it your way.”

I helped her to her feet, only to send her tumbling with a squeal of delight to the bed. All my brain cells fled the building, and I had one goal, to be inside her. Her shorts came off easily as I pulled them down her legs and tossed them to the side. I left her shirt alone, knowing I could shove it up and out of the way.

“Spread those pretty legs for me,” I said.

I wedged myself between her parted thighs, needing not only to claim but to conquer.

She was so wet and ready for me, I didn’t think. I coated myself in her moisture before thrusting inside.

I found my way to heaven and groaned in the crook of her neck, one hand up her shirt squeezing her tit. Her arms had chained themselves around me and found my ass. She urged my movements faster while meeting my every stroke. It was so fucking good, I doubted I could recite the alphabet under the pressure of death in that moment. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this.

Using one arm, I lifted her ass for a deeper angle.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Like that, I’m so close.”

My once virgin was greedy and knew what she wanted. I loved every second of her demands and gave her exactly what she asked for, a little harder, a little deeper, a little longer stroke.

She moaned right before her walls clamped down with the force of a boa constrictor. Fucking hell, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and exploded inside her seeing her head thrown back, hair fanned out over the pillow.

I filled her as my dick pulsated hard inside her. On my final stroke, I buried myself so deep, neither of us could move.

It was only when I pulled out, I realized what I’d done.

When I cursed and rolled to my back, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

I wasn’t sure how to tell her about my major fuckup. “I uhm . . . I didn’t use protection.”

“Oh.”

Oh. She’d said it so calmly like it wasn’t a huge deal. We were nowhere near ready to be parents. If she got pregnant, I’d be forced to leave school. I would have to find a job to take care of her, and I would with zero regrets. She was my future. That much I was sure of. But I’d never be able to give her the things I wanted her to have stuck in a dead-end job.

“I’ve only ever been with you,” she began.

“I’ve never been without a—”

“Condom?”

I nodded.

“That’s good. But I’m on the pill.”

I shifted my head to face her. “You are? But you . . .”

I couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

“I was a virgin, yes. But there are other reasons why girls get on the pill besides sex. I’m sure you don’t want to hear all the bloody details.”

I groaned, and she laughed as I tried to scrub my head of any thoughts about girls and their periods.

“Don’t worry. We’re good.”

She squealed when I rolled her half on top of me to kiss her. It wasn’t long after I was in need of a drink, water or a Coke.

“Are you thirsty?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am.”

I got off the bed and grabbed my jeans.

“Going commando, Shep?”

I winked at her. “Why bother? I’ll be back in a minute.”

“My key card is on the dresser,” she said.

I noticed it and the TV for the first time. It had been all about her when I entered. The room wasn’t fancy, but it looked clean and not run-down. The other bed was perfectly made while the one we occupied had tangled sheets.

“I’ll be right back,” I said and opened the door only wide enough to slip outside in case anyone was out in the hall.

I looked for vending machine signs first left and