The F#ck It List: The Complete Story (17 page)

With every stroke, he claims a piece of me and I give it freely. He owns me, consumes me, remakes me.

Our bodies are slick and sticky with coffee and sweat as we batter at each other, letting out our desperation and worry over how this will change us. Letting out our relief at revealing our feelings for one another. Letting out our joy at finally giving in to what we've wanted for so long, but just didn't know it.

Right as I reach the edge, he yanks out of me and spins me around, all but tossing me onto the counter. "I want to see you when you come."

He kisses me and enters me at the same time. I wrap my arms and legs around him, never breaking contact with his mouth. His tongue plunders with the same greed as his cock, filling my mouth and pussy with the same urgent need. Our breaths and moans pass back and forth through each other's lips.

My fingers form claws and I scrape them lightly down his back. He leaves my mouth and starts nipping down my neck. My body tightens and contracts, my limbs tensions around him, holding him tighter, drawing him deeper.

The climax tears through me like a violent hurricane, spinning me up in the air until I don't know which way is up or down. My legs are numb, only the fiery tingling sensation lets me know I do indeed still have legs. A second orgasm builds from the first as Scott keeps plowing into me.

He releases one of my hips and brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing and flicking at it. I bury my face in his neck, but he shrugs me off. "I want to see you. I want to watch you come."

I release his neck and lean back, meeting his eyes wide and dark with desire for me. His eyes drag down to my breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. He dips down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

Giddiness coils inside me. Bliss ripples over me. Scott's name falls from my lips as I jolt and twitch. Scott releases my tit to stare down at me as I splinter into pieces, unable to breath or think or make any sort of sound.

My pussy clenches around him, milking his own orgasm from him. He collapses on top of me, his head resting on my chest, his hair tickling my breasts.

After a few moments, I squirm. 'I can't feel my ass."

With a chuckle, he pushes off of me and helps me off the counter. We stare around my kitchen with matching satisfied grins.

"You're helping me clean all this up."

He laughs and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and home.

S
cott pushes away from me
, yanking his pants pack around his waist. I suddenly feel very, very naked. Why do I always end up in my birthday suit while the guys are fully dressed?

Oh, who am I kidding? It's pretty hot. Especially with Scott.

He grabs my list from the fridge, a pen from the counter, and crosses off boss. I pluck the paper from his fingers and rip it into pieces, tossing it in the sink.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his lips quirking at the corner.

I smile a little shyly. "You were the first one on my list, and I want you to be the last, too. I'm done with it. I found what I was looking for. I went in search of adventure, and I definitely found it--but the best part was the adventure we went on together."

He presses a swift kiss to my lips before stepping back and laughing a little. "We did some weird shit, me and you," he says.

Fuck yeah we did. "Definitely," I agree. "Were you always that adventurous, or…?" I trail off.

Scott rubs the back of his neck. "Honestly, I was just that in love with you. I was just as surprised as you are that all of it turned me on as much as it did. Even the threesome. It wasn't about too many dicks, it was just that while I was watching you with him, and with me, I realized I was in love with you. And it was just like--it was too much. I needed to go home and figure out how--"

"Scott." I cut him off.

He frowns. Like he's worried I'm about to shatter everything. Like I'm about to shatter him.

I meet his gorgeous eyes. "I love you too. Now shut up and show me how much." Again.

Scott stalks over to me with a grin, reaching behind my hips to release the apron still half hanging off me. It pools around my feet. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me, walking me backwards towards my bedroom. At the door, he lifts me up and I thread my legs around his waist, my pussy rubbing against his jeans. He carries me into my room and lays me down on the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and kisses me senseless. I arch up against him, plucking at his shirt, wanting him naked, wanting his skin against mine, wanting all of him against me.

He parts our lips and steps back. I perch on my elbows on the bed, and watch as he finally sheds his clothes. Desire licks low in my belly as I run my eyes over his gorgeous body--his rippling abs, that delicious V, his huge cock, his luscious ass.

He shoots me a cocky grin when he sees me admiring him. I grin back, unrepentant.

Scott covers my body with his, moving his mouth over mine almost lazily. He rolls us over until I'm splayed across his chest, his back leaning on the headboard. Our kisses lack any real drive and hunger. It's like we're learning each other all over again. There's no hurry, no immediate rush to fuck. We can take our time and explore each other. We have all the time in the world.

His fingers trail down my arm while his other rubs idly at my ass.

My nipples are already hard and my pussy is already wet again. I wonder how long things will be this way. How long just being in his presence or seeing his naked chest or ass will send my hormones into overdrive?

At least his hard length stands at attention, ready for more action as well. He's as affected by me as I am by him.

Good to know.

Our tongues tangle together in a slow, sensual dance. I nip his bottom lip, then soothe the sting by running my tongue across the ache. His fingers tighten on my ass, making me grin. My hand wanders down him to his cock, wrapping my fingers around it, stroking him up and down.

I leave his lips and trail my mouth and tongue over his skin. I want to taste every inch of him.

Scott groans and reaches up behind him to clutch the pillow, the corners of his eyes tightening as he fights for control. Once he's writhing and gasping, I finally take his hard, silky cock into my mouth, holding his hips down so he can't thrust into me. I bob up and down on him in slow, soft movements, keeping my mouth wide open so I barely graze him. I flick my tongue lightly across him and bring one of my hands down to stroke his balls.

His thighs tremble beneath me and he shifts his legs restlessly. "Fuck, Amanda."

I slide my mouth off him, meeting his eyes with a smile. "What?"

"Absolutely nothing, love. You've got a magical damn mouth."

I hide a pleased smile. "I've thought the same thing about you."

He rolls us over again so he's back on top. "Oh really? Want a preview of my magic mouth?"

"I wasn't done with you," I protest with a pretend pout, hungry for his cock back in my mouth.

Scott pierces me with his electric blue gaze. "When I come, I want to be buried inside you."

I shiver at his words as he bows his head over my center, spreading my legs so he can feast. He draws languid circles around my clit with his tongue. Liquid heat pools low, flooding my system.

Scott grabs the back of my knees, lifting my legs and pressing my thighs into my chest, baring all of me to his mouth. He runs the flat of his tongue up the crease of my ass through the folds of my cunt.

I stare down the length of my body at him and he meets my gaze. A dark curl falls over his forehead and the walls of my room make his eyes brighter. They really do match perfectly. The color of the ocean in winter. Ice blue with hints of stormy gray.

He is so damn gorgeous, how have I kept myself off him for so many years?

All those years I wasted with Adam, I could have been with him. I could have had his clever mouth against me every day.

My heart swells with love and passion for this beautiful, wonderful man. He knows the best and the worst of me. The hottest and the messiest. And I know him. He's willing to do anything with me and for me. For crying out loud, he even had a threesome with me and another guy. And only got weird over it because of his feelings for me.

Maybe we were always headed here, and all the things and people that came before prepared us for this. Maybe now, we are ready and won't screw it up.

Scott reaches up to one of my hands, twining our fingers together, his thumb rubbing against the inside of my wrist. His other hand holds my legs in place while he continues licking me up and down.

It's his thumb against the tender flesh of my arm, it's his eyes blazing at me, it's his fingers tangled with mine in a gesture almost more intimate than his mouth against my core, it's the love tightening my chest. That's what makes the ecstasy detonate inside me.

Scott releases my legs and gathers me into his arms, holding me close as I shake from the aftershocks. He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead once I calm.

"You are way too good at that," I finally gasp.

His chuckle rumbles from deep in his belly. "I'm glad you like it because based on how good you taste, I'm gonna want to be down there every day."

I tilt my head to kiss him. "I'm going to hold you to that."

"God, I love you."

"I love you too." I bite my lip.

"What?" he asks, his forehead creasing with concern.

I shrug. "It's just---I just can't believe I'm allowed to say that. And I can't believe how easy it is
to
say."

"I love hearing you say it," he admits.

I raise a brow and turn so I'm on my belly beside him. "Oh yeah?" I reach up to kiss him. "I love you." I throw a leg over his waist and straddle him, leaning down by his ear. "I love you." I sit up, grabbing his hands and placing them on my breasts, sliding down him until my slick pussy rubs against his hardening cock. "I love you." I reach down and position him so he pushes inside me. "I love you."

Steadying myself with my hands on his chest, I start rocking back and forth, declaring my love with each stroke. In this position, he hits a new spot inside of me, rubbing up against my g-spot. My pussy is spread wide and my clit rubs against him with each thrust, heightening the pleasure.

Scott stares up at me, his hands clutching my bouncing breasts, his fingers plucking my cherry nipples. I now know and recognize what the awe-struck expression he wears so often is. It's love.

His love for me showed up on his face long before either of us knew what was going on.

Scott loves me.
Me.

I ride him faster as the realization really sinks in, my hands traveling up to cup his face. He turns his head to press a kiss into my left palm. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, making me gasp and grind harder down on him.

His lids grow heavy, the blue in his eyes intensifying to the color of sapphires. His gaze penetrates me to my soul, reading everything inside me. The ardent passion of it increases the pressure of pleasure shuddering through me.

I melt all over him, turning gooey and pliant as I collapse against his chest. He wraps his arms around my back, burying his face in my neck.

"Fuck, I love you." He starts to move inside me again, lifting his pelvis to press inside me. He brings us both to a seated position, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our chests covered in sheens of sweat slide against each other with each thrust. We stare into each other's eyes as our bodies become one.

Before tonight, I would have believed that was a cheesy thought, but in this moment, I don't know where he ends and I begin. We move together to the beat of a symphony only the two of us can hear. Our lips and breaths dance together to the same beat as we sway in a waltz, like each movement was choreographed beforehand.

He whispers against my mouth. "Come with me, love."

We crash together, exploding into a million swirling nebulae, floating through galaxies painted pink, blue, green, and purple. Stars burn bright as we race through them, through the entire universe. When we finally orbit back to Earth, we've collapsed to our sides on the bed, but he's still buried inside me. I tighten my legs around him, not ready for him to be anywhere but inside me.

Scott runs his fingers through my tangled hair, smoothing down the stray strands. I kiss him, deeply. His cock twitches inside me in response.

I pull back and raise my brow. "Again? Really?"

His lips spread in a cocky smirk. "Impressed?"

"Maybe."

He pushes into me deeper. "We have a lot of lost rime to make up for. And I'm nowhere near tired enough yet to be finished with you."

"Good." I grab at his shoulders as he rolls me to my back.

He pulls out and plunges into me again. "I'll never be finished with you."

"Good." My voice is a whimper as he starts to circle his hips, dipping into me shallowly with just the tip before sheathing himself to the hilt.

"I love you so much." He pauses deep inside of me, staring at me with a serious expression on his face.

I reach up and trace his lips with my thumb. "I know. I love you too."

He rises to his knees, yanking me with him until the bottom half of me is suspended in the air. He takes his time pushing in and out of me, keeping me at a simmer instead of bringing me all the way to a boil. He holds me by the ass, keeping me from sinking back to the bed.

It's a position I've never tried before and I like it very much. Not quite as much as doggy style, but still damn delightful.

He speeds up his movements and he pistons in and out of me, his fingers digging harder into my ass. When he senses me riding the edge, he slows, smirking at my whimpered complaint.

He releases my ass so I sink back down to the bed, leaning down to kiss my frown away. His cock twitches again when I slip my tongue into his mouth. My hands reach down to grab his ass, my fingers kneading into the soft flesh. Fuck, I love his ass.

Scott kisses down my face to my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling lightly. "You are so beautiful and responsive. Making love to you is my favorite thing to do in the world. I can't believe I can finally do this all the time."

I moan in response, trying to push him farther inside me. My pussy is sore from the amount of fucking we've done today, but I still can't get enough. It's like my fuckit list opened a hole inside me it will be fun as hell to try and fill.

The last few weeks have made me accustomed to several hours of sex and multiple orgasms.

Thank goodness Scott is up for it.

After another kiss, he pulls from me and positions us so he's spooning me from behind, his hands cupping my tits. He pushes back into me while he trails kisses against the side and back of my neck. I press my ass back against him and he plucks my nipples, sending electricity skittering to my core.

He consumes me. He swallows me whole. He claims me, body and soul in this moment. I am his, he is mine.

I reach back to grip his thigh, needing to touch him. He pants and growls in my ear as he speeds up, pushing us both closer to the brink. One of his hands leaves my tit to rub at my clit, hastening my climax.

The orgasms rips through me with a violence that surprises me after such tender lovemaking. My ears pop from the force of it and my toes curl, tingling. I scream out his name as he holds me close against him, following me swiftly with his own completion. His is as intense as mine. He bucks and shudders against me, his grip on me turning almost painful.

He whispers my name in my ear like a prayer. We lie there, gasping and trying to recover.

"You literally just made my toes curl."

His chuckle vibrates through me. "That was intense."

"Yeah it was," I gasp.

Once my breathing calms, I crawl down his side to his cock, looking up at him through my lashes. "You interrupted me before. I never got to finish the job."

"You're going to fucking kill me." He folds his arms under his head and watches me.

"I'm just testing your limits, baby."

He chuckles. "Maybe I should test yours too. Bring that delicious pussy over here."

He wants to sixty-nine again. My core tightens and dampens. I turn around and throw one of my legs over him, scooting back so I can straddle his face, but still reach his hardening cock. Would we ever get enough of each other? I hope not.

Scott runs his hands up my legs to my waist and back to my ass, gripping my cheeks with his fingers. I take the base of him in my hand and run my tongue over the satin surface of his head. His tongue darts into my silken folds in response. I take all of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat. He shoves his tongue deep into my pussy, flickering it inside me. I bob up and down on him, working him with my tongue. He moans right into my cunt, the sound vibrating my clit and all the way through me. I shudder in response, my own answering moan humming around his cock. We play back and forth, teasing each other, responding to each other, feeding off each other. Our mouths work magic, our tongues cast spells.