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The hunger below my belly takes over. I forget about soaking in every second. About being in his parents' bathroom. About everything but our bodies connecting.
I push his jeans off his hips.
Trace the tattoo trailing over his skin.
Mors Vincit Omnia.
Death conquers all (I looked it up after the first time I got him in a swimsuit).
He got it after his brother died.
He...
My thoughts dissolve as he unzips my jeans.
I nearly trip shimmying out of them. They settle at my ankles, binding my legs together, sucking away any chance of staying cool and collected.
"Here." Hero drops to his knees. "Let me." He wraps his fingers around my ankle, slides my leg from my jeans, does the same with the other leg.
"Thanks." My cheeks flush. My tongue ties itself in knots.
I'm a million miles from the relaxed this is no big deal vibe I want to project.
He must think I'm an awkward virgin.
I mean, he knows I'm a virgin.
But the awkward, fumbling part...
I suck a breath through my teeth. Exhale slowly.
"Your turn." I can do this. I can handle it.
He nods as he rises.
Slowly, he rolls his jeans off his hips.
They fall to his feet.
I don't have the mental space to curse the seamlessness of his gesture.
He's wearing nothing but black boxers.
God, those boxers.
He's so...
His cock strains against the fabric, testing its elastic.
I want that.
I really, really want that.
His eyes lock with mine as he pushes his boxers off his hips.
My gaze goes straight to his cock.
It's different than I imagined.
The naked guys in figure drawing classes were always soft.
The explicit images on the Internet were always dull.
But he's not.
He's hard and huge and inviting.
I wrap my fingers around his cock.
Savor the feel of his firm flesh against my palm.
His eyelids press together. A groan falls off his lips.
I've made Hero groan plenty. But this is different.
Deeper.
Louder.
Needier.
"Fuck, Jo." His fingers curl into the sides of my panties. "Slow down."
"I told you—"
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BROKEN (Herophine Fanfic)
ChickLitI lost her once. I won't lose her again. After my brother's death, I was drowning.She was my life raft. Josephine and I were opposites, the outspoken art student and the brooding athlete. She was passionate where I was apathetic, bright where I wa...
