Out of Mind (Out of Line #3)(7)
Author: Jen McLaughlin

And not even caring a little bit about it.

He gripped my hair, begging for more without making a sound. I closed my mouth around him, swirling my tongue over the smooth skin of his erection. He squirmed, moving restlessly against the white sheets. “Carrie.”

I sucked him in deeper, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, and yet still wanting more. I’d never get sick of this. Never get sick of him. I cupped his balls, squeezing gently as I increased the suction, going up and down with perfect timing.

He let out a ragged moan, but bit it back abruptly. It brought me back to a time when he’d teased me about being too loud in bed. He’d proceeded to prove his point by making me scream his name repeatedly, and I’d done so quite happily. It had been back when we’d thought we were going to D.C. together. Before he deployed.

My heart squeezed tight at the memory. Of his laughter ringing in my ears on that day. He’d been so light. So free. I didn’t think he’d ever be that way again.

“Carrie. I need you so damn much.” He threaded his hand in my hair and tugged me up his body. “Kiss me. Love me.”

My heart twisted at the need in his voice. I couldn’t help it. “Always.”

I kissed him, making sure to not press my weight on his broken arm, while putting all the emotions I couldn’t put into words into that kiss. He didn’t want to talk about anything, and that was fine for now. But he needed to know I was here. Needed to know I wasn’t leaving. His lips hesitated under mine, almost as if he was receiving my message loud and clear, and then he groaned and held me against his body as tight as he could with a casted arm between us.

Then he let go and picked up the condom, ripping it open with his teeth before holding it out to me. “Put this on me.”

I took it and rolled it down his c**k with trembling hands. Once the condom was firmly in place, I tried to kiss him again, but he pressed his fingers against my mouth. “Get naked first. Then I’ll make you come so many times you’ll lose count. It’s been too long.”

He was always alpha in bed—and out of it—but this was different. And it was hot. I slid off the bed and quickly stripped out of my pajama pants and tank top. Next, I shimmied out of my underwear. I stood there for a second, knowing I was silhouetted in the moonlight for him. And he seemed to appreciate the view, judging from the way his voice rasped when he said, “Get back here now.”

I climbed onto the bed, my heart racing as I crawled between his legs and kissed him again, my bare butt in the air. It felt decadent to be so casual about what we were doing—and where we were doing it. He curled his hand around the back of my head and hauled me closer, kissing me passionately. My stomach twisted into a tight coil, demanding more.

Demanding what I knew he could give me. It had been so long. Too long. And I needed more. I let out a moan of my own when he dipped his hand between my thighs, finding my clit easily. He rubbed two fingers against me in a circular motion, applying the perfect pressure to send me over the edge.

He broke off the kiss and bit down on my shoulder, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. “Finn.”

“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough and low. “You want more?”

“God, yes.” I dug my nails into his sides, making sure that I didn’t bump against his injury as I squirmed. “More.”

He rubbed my clit rougher, making me bite back a scream. God, I was so close. I could feel the pressure building higher and higher, and soon I would break. He knew it, too. I could tell by the way he was playing with me. Torturing me.

It was oh-so-delicious and incredibly frustrating.

I didn’t know whether to beg for mercy, or kick his butt for doing this to me.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He increased the pressure. “Did you rub your fingers against yourself and pretend it was me? Did you come with my name on your lips?”

I groaned and moved my hips restlessly. I was almost there. Almost to heaven. Part of his words didn’t even register with me. I was that far gone. “I…I can’t talk like that.”

“Answer me.” He thrust a finger inside me, and I whimpered and buried my face in his neck. I had to be quiet. Had to make sure no one knew what we were doing. “Did you f**k yourself when I was gone?”

Of course I had, but it had never felt like this. Only he made me feel this good. But I couldn’t tell him that. “J-Just keep touching me. Don’t…” I moved against his fingers, straining to get even closer. “You…dare…stop.”

And then he did. He stopped touching me. Just hovered there, almost brushing against me, but remaining still. Yeah. I was going to beg for mercy. Then, after I was done, I’d kill him. “Tell. Me.”

“Finn.” I grabbed his hand and pressed it back where I wanted it. No, where I needed it. He couldn’t stop now. Not when I was so close. “Please.”

“Tell me the truth, and then I will.”

“Y-Yes. I did it, okay?” I moaned when he rubbed me again, but too lightly. Not enough. Not nearly enough. I knew I was being too loud, but even knowing it didn’t make me stop. “Finn, please.”

“You touched yourself and imagined it was me?” He nibbled on my neck and thrust a finger inside me again. Thank freaking God. “Was it my lips or my fingers when you did it?”

I whimpered, low and desperate. “Your lips. Always your lips.”

His fingers stilled. “Then I can’t disappoint you now.” His hand was gone, and I wanted to shout, scream, and cry. He slapped the side of my ass. “Climb on top.”

“I am on…” Comprehension lit up within me, as well as desire. So much desire. “You don’t mean for me to…”

“I do.” He tugged my leg. “Hurry the f**k up. I need to taste you. To make you come on my mouth.”

I trembled just from the words. And the image…oh my God, the image that gave me. I wanted it now. I positioned myself so I straddled him, a knee on either side of his head—and clear of his injured arm—and then lowered myself to his face. It was so dirty and raw and right. So freaking right.

God, yes.

His tongue touched my clit, and I closed my hands over the top of the headboard so tight it hurt my palms, and dropped my head against the light blue wall. God, this must look so hot. Him under me, with me basically sitting on his face. We’d never done it this way. It was different and amazing. And oh my God…