Authors: Brooke Cumberland

Tags: #new adult, #Romance

Pushing the Limits (34 page)

“More,” she groans, arching her back.

“You like that, baby?” I palm her breast harder, rolling the nipple tightly between my fingers. “You love the things I do to you, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” she hums. “
Attack my fucking tits like you own them
.”

I growl, rolling my hips into her deeper.

“
Jesus Christ
,” I hiss.

I grab her wrists and pin them to the mattress. My hands cover her breasts, squeezing, pinching, slapping. The rougher I am, the louder she moans. Her back nearly flies off the bed as she screams my name.

“Fuck, Aspen.” I’m close but need to feel her tighten around me first. I release her and crawl down her body. “Turn around.”

She’s quick to obey and rolls over to her stomach, arching her back and pushing her plump ass straight out in the air—waiting for me.

I cup her pussy as I slide a hand around my length, feeling how wet and ready she is for me. I decide I need more of her pussy in my mouth first and crawl under her legs.

“What are you—”

“Ride my face.” I align her pussy with my mouth and wrap my hands around her legs and cup her ass cheeks.

She rolls her hips as I part her lips and slip my tongue inside. She rocks harder as I suck on her clit and twirl my tongue inside her.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face hard and fast.”

“
Yes
…” she whimpers, my tongue bringing her over the edge.

I slow my pace as she comes down, her body humming with pleasure.

“You taste incredible. Fuck, you taste so good.” I press one last kiss before shifting my body and sliding out from under her. “Don’t move just yet.” I grab her hips and arch her body, aligning her ass with my hips.

I press the tip of my cock along her swollen pussy, coating it with her juices. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Not there…” Her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck my ass, Morgan. I want it rough. Don’t hold back,” she demands. My eyes widen, an intense thrill jolting through my body.

“
Aspen
…” My tone a warning not to tease me.

“I want it,” she pleads.
Sweet Jesus.

I feel her dripping against my cock. She’s greedy and hungry.

I coat my length before sliding it up her ass and pressing the tip inside. She arches lower, opening herself to me even more. I slap her ass and dig my nails into her hips as I squeeze a hand around her. I roll my hips and push deeper inside, her moans growing louder.

“Fuck,” I growl. It’s so fucking tight.

“Yes…” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.”

I slide further in, feeling her squeeze me tighter. I’m worried about hurting her, but her body relaxes and opens up even more as I push inside another inch.

I’m going wild with the way her ass feels stroking my dick. Fuck, I can barely hold it any longer. Panting and groaning, I thrust in deeper once more before she screams my name, and I follow behind her, moaning my own release.

She collapses on the bed as I stand up and dispose of the condom in the trashcan. I can see her chest moving with uneven breaths as she tries to recover. I lie next to her and wrap her in my arms, tangling my legs with hers.

I cup her face and feather kisses across her cheeks. Settling in against her lips, I press a soft kiss against them.

“I love you, Aspen. With everything that I am and will be, I love you.”

Her breath catches, and a solitary tear slips down her temple. I kiss the dampness from her face. “No need for tears, beautiful.”

“I love you, too, Morgan. So much. You’ve made me feel whole after feeling empty for so long. You took a damaged person with a broken soul and showed me how to take my life back.”

“You’re the one who’s given me a reason to live at all.”

EPILOGUE

ASPEN

15 Months Later…

“I can’t believe it’s already time for you to leave,” I pout, tightening my grip on her.

“It’s only for a semester,” Kendall reminds me. “Maybe two if the eye candy is really sweet.”

I release her and force her to look at me. “Listen…under no circumstances are you allowed to come back pregnant, married, or both. And for the love of God, do not fall for a professor while you’re over there.”

“And what fun would that be?” She flashes a crooked smile.

“Kendall Jane Mueller, I mean it!” I scowl with a serious tone but laugh when she wrinkles her nose at me.

“Well, it seems to have worked for you,” she mocks, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“Only because we live in the same zip code,” I sneer. “Should I remind you of all the heartache we went through first?”

She pulls me in for another hug and kisses my cheek. “Stop worrying. I will be fully engrossed in my books and watercolors. Promise.”

“Good, and well, I guess if you happen to find a handsome lad, you could maybe hang out or something.”

“Considering they have English accents, I don’t anticipate having a hard time finding any male companions.” She waggles her brows.

I snort and shake my head at her. “I’m going to miss you.”

“We’ll email, okay?”

“Yes, you better!” I squeeze in one more hug. “All right, you better go before you miss your flight.”

She smiles and starts heading toward the security line. “Love you!” she calls out one last time with a wave.

I wave back and watch as she makes her way through the line. “She’ll be all right,” Morgan says from behind me, giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” I sigh. “I’ve seen her almost every day for the past three years. It’s just going to feel so quiet and lonely.” I frown.

He grabs my hand as we walk back out to the parking garage. “Well, I’m happy to fill the void for you,” he says with amusement. “Pillow fights in our underwear, gossiping about celebrities, and who wore it best.”

I playfully punch his shoulder and laugh. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.”

“Don’t forget the wine. Drunken pillow fights are way better.”

“Damn, I was definitely going to the wrong parties when I was in college.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “You’re ridiculous.”

He takes a quick step in front of me and pushes my body back and through a door that’s marked ‘employees only’ before I can stop him. The hallway is empty, but there are closed doors all down the hall, which means anyone could come out at any time.

I feel the arousal through his jeans as he arches his hips against me.

“What are you doing?” I hiss quietly.

“What? Never engaged in public sex before?” He arches a brow.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, but he presses his lips to that spot on my neck that instantly paralyzes my thinking. “Stop it.” I laugh, pushing my palms against him, but it’s no use. His body feels like cement against mine. “Don’t make me scream,” I threaten. “Because I will.”

He wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them up against the wall above my head. “I plan to make you scream nice and loud, baby. No worries there.”

His lips trail up and down my neck, switching off between sucking and kissing on my earlobe and jawline. I curse that he knows all my sensitive spots that get my body buzzing. He knows it’s impossible for me to resist him when he does that.

“Can you at least hold off until we get in the car?” I plead, too worried about people walking by and seeing or hearing us.

One of his hands lowers down my body and slides in between my legs, rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. “Not until I feel you shaking against me first.”

“No,” I whisper loudly. I push his chest, but it only drives him to rub his hand faster and harder.

“Just one, baby. Let me hear it.”

“Damn you,” I groan. The hallway we’re in is dimmed, not as bright as the main walkway, so I finally give in and relax into his hold.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. He unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. He slips a hand inside over my panties and continues his delicious torture.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud, but the faster he speeds up, the harder it gets to stay quiet. He notices my struggle and covers his mouth over mine, allowing me to release them against his lips.

“Mm…” he hums against my lips. “Even your lips taste good when you come, baby.”

He slides his hand out and slowly licks his fingers covered in my arousal. I feel my insides burning as he stares intently at me, the scent of what he does to me floating between the two of us.

He brings his hands down and buttons my jeans back up, leaving me soaked and wanting more. “Now let’s get you home before I fuck you right here against this wall.”

“Lead the way.” I grab his hand and smile, nearly skipping to the car.

MORGAN

Aunt Mel’s retirement party was a blast. It lasted all night long and into the early hours of the next morning. After a day of rest, I officially begin my new job as the gallery manager.

“You look so cute,” Aspen gushes, straightening my tie.

“I’m not really going for cute.” I frown. “Dead sexy maybe…”

She flashes me a look that I’ve come to known as the ‘
Shut up
’ or ‘
Stop talkin
g’ look.

She adjusts my tie and rolls the collar over it, sliding her hands down my new button-up dress shirt. “Handsome, is that better? You look very handsome.”

“How about professional?” I arch a brow.

“You’re in a suit and tie,” she reminds me. “Besides professional, you look very handsome.”

“Thank you.” I give her a quick kiss on the lips.

“And cute,” she blurts out. I lower my hands down her back and give her a quick slap on the ass. She yelps and laughs, batting my hands away.

“I’ll miss you.” I kiss her forehead gently. Aspen moved in just a few months after graduation, and we have spent every single day together since. She and Natalia grew even closer. We took advantage of the summer to explore around San Francisco, doing all the touristy stuff that most locals take for granted, and even set up a studio in my basement big enough for all three of us to paint in.

But this was a good and exciting change. We’ll continue working together and soon Aspen would start her first semester at the University of San Francisco in museum studies.

Everything’s fitting together just perfectly. I even understand Natalia most of the time, thanks to Aspen for deciphering her ‘girl code’ or whatever the hell that is.

“Well, Mr. Hampton,” she says, handing me the new briefcase she bought me as a ‘new job’ gift. “You ready for your first day as Gallery Manager?” She wraps her arms around my waist and tilts her head up so I can kiss those full, cherry lips of hers.

“I sure am,
Mrs. Hampton
.” I kiss those lips as if they’re my lifelines. “I love you,” I call over my shoulder as I walk toward the front door.

“I love you, too!” she calls back, giving me her infamous smolder look that she knows I find irresistible.

“Save that for tonight!” I blow her a quick kiss before opening the door.

“I expect you to rip my little red panties off with those lips tonight,” she quips.

I arch a brow and smirk. “Challenge accepted!”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Brooke Cumberland is a
USA Today
Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4-year-old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school--and she hasn’t stopped since.