Free Gone for You (Sixth Street Band #1) by Jayne Frost

concern.
    “Nothing. I was just thinking.” I smoothed away the crease on her forehead. “You don’t have any brothers or sisters?”
    The smile on her face was wistful.
    “No, just me. Although, my mom told me plenty of times she wished that was different. I thought if I could be successful, do something with my art, maybe,” she shrugged, her voice dropping to a whisper, “she’d like me more.”
    I knew that feeling. Knew it all too well. Drowning myself in music and the adoration that went with it—I pushed it aside most of the time.
    Lowering her to the floor, I placed her arms over her head, holding both her wrists easily with one hand. She arched her back to meet my touch as I skimmed her breasts, her stomach, and her creamy thighs. My stomach coiled with want. For all of her. The vulnerable girl that was just curled on my lap ,and the one below me now. Her knees fell open when I reached between her legs.
    I swallowed her gasp, caressing her tongue gently as I pushed a finger into her slick core. Her wrists strained against my restraint as I bent to take her nipple into my mouth. Coaxing her legs wider, I slid a second finger inside, teasing her clit with my thumb as I pumped them in and out gently. My name tumbled out of her mouth, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.
    I could lose it right here, climb on top of her, and fling us both over the edge.
    “Let me taste you, Lily.” The hoarse whisper was almost a plea.
    She nodded, her eyes screwed shut as she ground against my fingers. I released her wrists, and she whimpered softly when I withdrew and reached behind me for a pillow from the bed.
    Moving between her legs, I bit back a groan at the sight of her completely spread out in front of me.
    “Lift your hips, baby.”
    Shoving the pillow under her, I dropped to my stomach, just inches from her. The carpet was rough against my throbbing cock, but I couldn’t think past her silky skin. All for me. My hand splayed over her stomach, holding her in place when my tongue swept her clit. I circled her slowly, and she cried out when I pushed one finger and then another deep inside. Threading her fingers in my hair, she slammed against me with every thrust. I moved my hand from her stomach, letting her move freely. Finding her other hand grasping the pillow, I pried it free, lacing our fingers. She looked down with wide eyes, panting and moaning through parted lips.
    “Cam—I’m going to—fuck.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she threw her head back, her groans incoherent and guttural.
    I stroked her deep inside, sucking her clit until every muscle clenched. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me farther into her as she broke apart, calling my name. My name. As she relaxed against the pillow, I drew out a final wave, making a long sweep over her center as I withdrew my fingers. I rose to my knees, taking her other hand to pull her into a sitting position.
    “Come to bed, pretty girl.”
    She was stunned into silence, and I almost laughed at the innocent look on her face.
    “Okay.”
    She pushed to her feet, and I steadied her when her knees wobbled, scattering the pillows when I threw the covers back and nudged her between the sheets. I crawled in after her, turning to flip off the light.
    All night. She was going to be here all night. Excitement coursed through me with a hint of something else. Fear. Trepidation.
    Reaching for me, she wrapped herself around me in the dark, seeking out my mouth with hers. I pulled her on top of me, deepening the kiss until my cock throbbed, begging for release.
    Her hair brushed my face as she sat up and fumbled around on the nightstand. I could just make out the foil package when she brought it to her mouth, ripping it open with her teeth. Jerking my hips in surprise when she took me in her hand, I felt the condom slide down my length. My arms fell around her when she lowered herself on top of me.
    “How do you want me?” Her warm breath danced across my lips.
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