Free More Than Exes by Elizabeth Briggs Page A

me.
    “These are new,” she whispered. “I like them.”
    She took my earlobe into her mouth and sucked, and I thought I might pass out from the sensation. And then she repeated it with the other ear, and I nearly did.
    “Alexis,” I groaned, but she didn’t stop. Her mouth moved to my shoulders, to kiss the tattoos on my arms and chest, and finally to the small metal rings through my nipples. She dipped a finger through each, tugging a little, and I gasped.
    “These are new, too.” She flicked my nipple and the piercing with her tongue, and I cried out, nearly jolting out of the seat. “Oh, I love these.”
    I couldn’t handle any more of this. I needed her, naked and sweating and on top of me. We didn’t have much time, but even if we had all night, I didn’t think I could wait any longer. Not after being apart so long.
    She must have had the same thought because she started yanking at my jeans. I let her have at it, watching the way her red hair fell over her face as she tugged my clothes down. Not all the way off, but enough to get the job done. Then she shimmied her own jeans down, followed by pink lacy panties that matched her bra. I watched with hungry eyes and couldn’t stop myself from touching her. I slid my hands along her shapely legs and up her thighs, but she pushed me back in the seat, taking charge again.
    She climbed onto my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, rubbing herself against me. I looked up at her, pushing the hair away from her face. This was our last chance to back out of this, but I saw in her eyes that she wanted it as much as I did.
    “Condom,” I said, my voice strained. “In my jeans.”
    She grabbed one and ripped it open with her teeth, and wow, that was hot. She rolled it over me herself, her deft fingers working quickly but making me moan at the same time. She was much better at that than I remembered. How many guys had she been with since me, anyway? I pushed the thought away as she got the condom on and squeezed once, sending throbbing pleasure through me.
    “Keep that up and I won’t last long,” I said through gritted teeth.
    She laughed and placed her hands on my shoulders. I gripped her hips as she moved over me and then slid down, down, down, taking me in so slowly I thought I would die from the delicious agony of it. I filled her completely, her body sheltering me inside her. It was like coming home, and for a moment, neither of us moved, just enjoying the feeling of being one again. This was where we belonged: together.
    “Kyle,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
    “Me too,” I said into her red hair. It was so good I wanted to cry out, to shout to the heavens, to scream it across the parking lot.
    She began to move, slowly at first, rocking over my hips, gliding up and down. Our mouths met again, our tongues dancing together, our lips sucking on each other. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as she increased her speed, and I groaned. I loved letting her take over like this, letting her be in control, letting her find her own pleasure.
    I dug my fingers into her hips, urging her on as she pulsed on top of me. One of her hands pressed against the window of the car, leaving an imprint in the steam we’d created. She moved faster and faster, her movements growing wilder, and it was hard not to explode inside her. But I held back, focusing on pleasing her first.
    I took each of her nipples in my fingers and teased them, and she rode me harder, bucking like a cowgirl, losing control. Her hands moved up to the ceiling, steadying herself as she angled her hips so I went even deeper. I clutched her back, helping her along, lifting my own hips to thrust into her.
    Just when I thought the pleasure was too much and I couldn’t hold back any longer, she cried out and closed her eyes, tightening around me. Feeling her body tremble, watching her face as she lost herself, it was too much for me. I let go, shuddering as I spilled myself into her,