Wanted

Chapter 3

She dragged him toward her bedroom. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going kick you out sans clothes.”

“Since you asked so politely…” Nonplussed, he scooped her up and dropped her in the middle of her bed, messing up the covers. She shimmied out of her panties right before he caught her hips and positioned her entrance over his mouth.

The slide of his lips into her slick hole was intoxicating, but if she let him eat her out, she didn’t get to touch him. He was giving her the opportunity to drown in pleasure by holding onto his silver hair.

Except that wasn’t the game they were playing.

“Oh hell no, you don’t get to play the virtuous card.” She pivoted to face his feet and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. She guided the tip between her lips and applied suction.

“And you accuse me of being ‘virtuous?’ This is the best day ever. Is it my birthday?” He clamped his hands under her hips and brought his mouth to her clit.

If she hadn’t had a mouth full of his dick, she would have screamed because the man ate her out with such fervor she was barely two seconds from coming.

And he knew it, too. From the way he moved her, he could feel her tremble and her mouth get sloppy.

She teetered on the precipice when he stopped. He was lucky she hadn’t bitten him in sudden sexual frustration. “What?”

“Condom, STAT.” He off-balanced her so she landed on her side.

“Right now?”

Two silver eyebrows over silvery grey eyes arched with a masculine dry sarcasm. “Yes, though I’m perfectly happy to leave now.”

“Are you being serious?” Danika’s stomach twisted. Had she been too assertive and frightened him off? He might have said he liked women who knew what they wanted but had she pushed him too far?

“I’m willing to die of blue balls rather than shoot my load anywhere except your wet pussy. It felt like silk to my mouth, and my cock wants a turn.”

“The condoms are in the bottom drawer, smart-ass.” Danika snapped her fingers. “But I still get to be on top.”

“I hope so because your ass and your tits are amazing.” He let her climb on top of him and lower herself down. “Later I’ll bend you over in those heels.”

She let out a prolonged moan. It had been too long since she had been with a guy who had a clue about the proper way to make her beg.

It took her a couple seconds to find her rhythm but when she did, it was exquisitely hot. He stayed on his back with his hands on his hips, thrusting at key moments to ratchet up her pleasure.

“Keep going,” he encouraged her. “Take what you need, baby. Ride me.”

His velvet rod caressed her from the inside, increasing her bliss each time she descended. She closed her eyes because it was overwhelming. “Zac, please. Fuck. I’m almost there.”

His voice cut through to her. “Look at me, Danika. Just me.”

She forced herself into stillness and dropped her gaze. A beautiful man lay spread underneath her, his body tight with passion. He stared at her like she was the most gorgeous, delicious woman in existence. She was drowning in him, unable to remember any partner ever giving her such rapt attention.

And then his hand flicked her clit. He shoved his hips forward and rational thought dissolved. Spasms shook her, and she shrieked, “More!”

He obliged by increasing his pace, filling her as she shuddered and grabbed at him from the inside. She went over the cliff, but he pulled her down to him in a savage kiss. He tensed, letting her know he was sharing in her orgasm.

Danica relaxed by degrees, wondering if her head had just blown off. How had she put up with indifferent sex during college and law school when she could have had this? So what if he was five-ish years or more younger than her. He didn’t seem to mind. He was fun and sarcastic and easily by far the best lay she’d ever had.

He made no move to separate and held her close. After several minutes of cuddling, he nuzzled her ear and kissed her. “Thank you for inviting me over for breakfast.”

“You invited yourself.”

“No, I invited myself to your table. You invited me over for breakfast. And you haven’t fed me.”

“I didn’t feed you food yet. I do recall someone happily munching carpet not so long ago.” If she fed him, would he stay?

“A breakfast of champions worth repeating,” he volunteered. He licked her neck. “Now I gather my things and go?”

She rubbed her breasts on his chest. “No. In fact, I’ll hold your clothes hostage when I throw them in the wash. You’re staying here, naked.”

“I can definitely do that. Naked?”

“I might have a tube sock that might fit you.” She glanced down at his member, which hardened against her thigh. “Or maybe not.”

He tossed the old condom and grabbed another one. “I know right where it will fit.” He spread her legs and re-entered her with no friction. “If you kidnap me, I might not want to leave.”

“Then stay,” she purred as he laved her nipple with his tongue. She was going to let him do anything he wanted if he planned on spending his time getting her off.

“This is my Golden Weekend with no shifts. I can be your cabana boy and peel your grapes.” He used his position to penetrate her deeper.

“Cabana boy?” She met his thrust with one of her own.

“Yep, if I’m a hostage here, I’ll need to make my own fun, which would be playing games with you.” He kissed her again and whispered, “Imagine if I tied you to this bed… spread-eagled.”

“Promise?”

“Hell yes.” He drove into her deeper, eliciting a scream. “I might have Stockholm Syndrome and return after my ER shift on Monday.”

“Monday could work,” she agreed, climbing closer to orgasm. “I’ll have to check my calendar. Might have to be a different day.”

“How about every day?” He pushed her legs toward her shoulders, changing the angle.

“Every day?” she whimpered because every movement pushed her higher.

“You have no idea how many fantasies I had about you. Wanna try them?” He withdrew and poised right above her needy body.

Danika licked her lips and surrendered with only a tiny amount of fight. “I do… but I’ll pick the times for the booty call.”

“Good girl,” he said and filled her again. Pretty soon they were both coming their hearts out.

When he wrapped his arms around her and dozed off, she realized she’d agreed to invite him over nightly, essentially guaranteeing an exclusive relationship.

She was a few years out of practice, but this didn’t qualify as a booty call. Or friends with benefits.

Too fucking bad. Professionally, she’d reached the top of her game. Why the hell would she turn down the opportunity to eke every drop of ecstasy from a young stud in her bed?

Hell, yeah.