Slow Twitch - Реинхардт Лиз. Страница 71

“Hell yeah. But do you like it?” I trailed a hand down her body, starting at her neck stopping at the hot skin right above where her heart was hammering.

She looked down for a minute. “It’s good. I mean, it feels good.”

“You’re perfect and what you’re doing is amazing,” I said, leaning up to kiss her. “But I want it to be better than good for you. Alright?”

“Alright.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second.

“Trust me,” I said.

“I do.” She closed her eyes and kissed me again.

I sat up, so I could hold her closer. We were suddenly pressed against each other from chest to hips. She wrapped her legs around me and I moved my hands down along her back, inching her closer, pushing in deeper until we were pressed as hard against each other as we could get. She made little noises that made my brain to spin, so I knew I was on the right track.

She was right up against me, and I made good use of that fact. I kissed and sucked and licked every piece of sensitized skin I could reach. I ran my hands up and down her body, stopping at all the places that got a reaction from her.

Cadence was definitely responding. She moaned, her eyes fluttered shut, she ground against me harder and changed positions a few times. I realized she was desperately trying to get herself to wherever that place that did it for her was, and I let her do her thing. Once she got close to the spot, it was pretty obvious.

Suddenly her breathing was hard, sharp and fast, almost at that totally satisfied place. I kept up my end of the deal, agonizing as it was.

How could I have her that close to me, that ready, that excited and simultaneously keep from blowing my load? I tried to stay focused on not being a selfish dick; she had obviously been a little screwed over in the sex department, and I was not about to be a notch in her lukewarm experience belt.

Problem was, it had been a while since I’d had sex, and the last time was not with my perfect, gorgeous girlfriend who had inadvertently been giving me blue balls all summer. I wanted to go crazy, pump into her, and lose control a little.

She was still trying to find a spot that did what she needed done again, and I was hanging on for dear life when I dipped my hand between our bodies, because I wanted to help her. I also wanted to not lose my shit. She resisted at first, but I eased up and found a rhythm that worked for her, and she finally let go. Then her body shook a little and a little more and she tensed and clawed her hands at my back.

I flipped her over, happy that she was coming, happy that she was moaning my name, happy that I was finally able to do this with her. With someone who mattered.

I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and we crashed down together, breathing hard. I had to move to take the condom off and throw it away. This was usually the part where I got up for real, pulled my pants on and made some crack about needing a sandwich, but this time I got right back into that bed.

“Saxon?” she said, her voice wobbly.

“Yeah?” I said as I breathed heavily and kissed her hair line, along her ear and on her beauty mark then over her forehead.

“I think I came.”

“Yeah, I think so, too.” I put my arms around her, and it was pretty unreal; to want to lie around with the girl I had just had sex with. If it wasn’t Cadence, I would have used more colorful language, but this moment didn’t feel particularly suited to my dipshit brand of flippant humor. I knew I was slipping into a dangerously romantic area when I started to think about how good her body felt against mine, how I loved the feel of her hair in my hands and was waiting to talk to her again. Jesus Christ, I was wrapped up in her.

“I’ve never come during sex. That was really good. Really good,” she repeated and laughed a little. She burrowed against my body harder and kissed me all along my chest.

“I’m glad I was the first for that,” I said and meant it. It was a pretty huge badge of honor for me. Then I remembered that she had said the same thing when I fingered her. “Have you ever come with anyone else? I mean, with anything? Dry humping? Getting eaten out?”

She shrugged. “No. I thought I was a cold fish.”

I laughed and shook my head. “That’s the most ridiculous fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Was the sex good for you?”

“Were you there?” I asked. “It was fucking incredible. I’ve never had sex anywhere near that good before. Ever.”

“You’ve had a lot of sex, right?” she pushed.

“Yeah. Roughly a ton.” I grabbed her closer and she nestled so we spooned as tight as we could.

“Pretty girls?” she wondered.

“Look at me, Cadence.” I turned her around and busted out my best serious model face. “Do I look like a guy who sleeps with ugly girls?”

“You look like a guy who sleeps with easy girls,” she said and smiled.

“You weren’t easy,” I pointed out, kissing the edge of that smile.

“I’m not ugly either. I guess I’m forcing you to bring your standards up a little.” She relaxed into my arms.

We talked that kind of back and forth intimate bullshit that marked two people as really close. It felt like an hour, maybe, had gone by when the light started to turn gray in my room.

“That’s the sun, Cadence. We have to get you home.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.

I looked at her, peacefully asleep next to me, and for the first time in my life, I was choked with a weird regret at the thought of being without someone. And it felt good.

  Chapter Fifteen

Jake

I kept my arm around Brenna as we walked away from the sign-in table the morning of my big race, because I wanted to show her that I was going to be supportive of her crisis, no matter how ludicrous it might be. Evan Lennox, her crazy friend from writing camp managed to get herself arrested. Who would have thought these writing dorks would be such law-breaking deviants?

Brenna took my number out of my hands and pinned it to my jersey with quick fingers. “I’m sorry. This is your big day, and I know you’re super nervous, but Evan’s gramma was going nuts.” Brenna pushed her bangs up off her forehead and shook her head.

“No worries, Bren. Look, Evan is fine. Her grandpa got her some high-powered lawyer, right? I bet it will be a slap on the wrist.” I kissed her on her temple and worried about the fact that my bike stalled on a practice run this morning. Was it just a fluke, or could it be a bad air filter?

“I know, but she burned down, like, half a pecan grove! And it belonged to Rabin’s grandparents, who are super-important pillars of the damn community. It was an accident, but what if she can’t prove it? She’ll get arson on top of trespassing, vandalism, underage drinking…” She counted off her maniac friend’s offenses on her fingers, then wrung her hands. “Her parents are still being totally insane, she’s starting at a new school, and now all this? I’m so worried about her.”

I felt for Bren. I really did. I know she loved Evan, but that girl was going through trouble, and I knew better than anyone that the only person who could get her out of all that crap was Evan Lennox. If she didn’t want to change her ways, there wasn’t anything anyone could do. But Bren didn’t like to hear things like that. She cared too much, wanted to help too much, and it made her crazy when anyone told her that she couldn’t change the world.

“Don’t worry til the judge lays it on her. She’s from a pretty powerful family, too. Trust me. Money talks. She might walk away without any worries at all.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, but while she hugged me and thanked me for being all supportive, I eyed my old, battered bike, riddled with problems way beyond my knowledge base, repaired by my inexpert hands, and giving me a skull-cracking headache.