Chapter 10 #2
His hands roamed over her back, under her waistband again, and he slipped her bottoms down her thighs.
They dropped to her ankles, and she kicked them away.
As his hands explored her skin and his tongue explored her mouth, she untied his board shorts and pushed them off his hips.
Her eager hand wrapped around velvet-covered steel, and a moan rose up in his throat.
Lips still joined, he walked them backward and dropped onto the edge of the mattress, bringing her down with him until she straddled his lap.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his thick shaft between them, and anchored her hands at his nape.
She rocked against him shamelessly, the pressure right there and indescribably delicious.
He tipped his head back, eyes locked on hers. “Is it okay if I look at you?”
“Yes,” she choked. The light no longer bothered her. She wanted him to see her.
Gleaming like burnished silver, his eyes roved over her with blatant desire, practically searing her skin with intensity. In them, she saw wonder, awe. “God, Lexi, you are the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” Then he lifted them to hers. “Looking at you makes it hard to breathe.”
His hands swept up her thighs, her hips, her stomach, over her rib cage, until they enveloped her breasts once more. Calloused thumbs brushed over her sensitive buds, turning them hard as glass beads and shooting tingles through her entire body.
She was caught in an electrical storm that raged all around them.
Pressing her mouth to his, she captured his lips, his tongue, while his hands kneaded her breasts roughly, setting her insides on fire.
Lying back, he pulled her on top of him so her needy nipples aligned with his mouth.
And then he did what she had been dying for him to do.
He sucked one peak into the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue and teeth and hands in sync, working her flesh in magical ways.
Sensations she’d never felt before rippled through her body, and she moaned and whimpered with abandon.
She should have been embarrassed, but the more noise she made, the more impassioned his manipulations grew as he moved from side to side. She reveled in it. Fuel feeding flame.
He paused his assault and gave each peak a nibble, a nip, then looked up at her with drunken eyes. “Scoot up here.” He gripped her hips and hoisted her close to his mouth.
She blinked down at him, horrified.
“Baby, I want my mouth on you. I want to taste you so bad I’m salivating.”
“Y-you do?” He wanted to eat her? Didn’t he want a blow job instead? She reached back and stroked his shaft. “Don’t you want me to—”
“No.” He shook his head, then in one swift motion lifted her up and brought her down to his mouth.
Eyes closed, he inhaled her scent, and to her surprise, he let out a lusty groan that vibrated his chest. Then her world turned upside down when his tongue got busy licking her from top to bottom, flicking and circling with expert precision. Spearing her.
Oh! God, that felt … She had no words to describe the pleasure waving through her.
She bucked against his mouth, self-conscious at first, but if his hums and grunts were any measure, he seemed to enjoy what he was doing.
When he added his fingers, she let herself go, thrusting against his mouth until his magic ministrations sent her shooting into orbit.
Kissing the tender skin on her inner thighs, he held her suspended above his mouth while she floated down to earth; her legs shook.
“Baby, I think you like my tongue fucking you, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good, because it wants to fuck you some more.”
Oh!
He started all over again, his tongue and lips ruthless weapons.
Whimpering and writhing, she tried to pull away when the sensations grew too intense, but he held her fast and continued his exquisite torture until she came apart again.
He lapped up everything her body gave him.
This time he blew on her tender flesh when he was done, soothing while setting it on fire, causing more chills to jolt through her.
She was one big bundle of pulsing nerves.
He began lowering her again, murmuring, “You taste so fucking good. So much better than I imagined.”
Wait. He had imagined this?
The question flew from her mind the instant he put his mouth on her again.
Like before, the sensations overwhelmed, became too much, and she tried to wriggle away.
Fingers digging into her hips, his vise grip was too powerful, and he held her in place.
“One more, baby. Give me one more,” he mumbled against her, his words vibrating and tickling.
She did give him one more moments later when she went off like a bottle rocket.
When he finally released her, he rolled her to the side and aligned their bodies before cradling her against him. She was nothing but a collection of overcooked noodles in his arms. Completely sated, but utterly boneless.
He laid tender kisses on her hair, her cheek, her neck. “I think three orgasms is a good start,” he rumbled with self-satisfaction, “though I could do this all day. How do you feel?”
She huffed an exhausted laugh. He lifted her chin to kiss her, but she pulled back. He seemed to key in on her hesitation. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She shook her head.
Intentions clear, he moved back in, and she let him put his mouth on hers. She opened for him, taking in the salty, musky taste on his lips and tongue as he kissed her languidly, deeply.
“Do you like that?” he breathed against her neck, ran the tip of his nose along her skin. His hands stroked her butt, her back, her shoulders.
“It’s … salty.”
“Nectar,” he hummed.
“I want to taste you too.” And God, she did. She wanted to drive him out of his mind like he’d driven her.
He drew back to look at her. “No, baby, not this time. I want my cock inside you when I come. I’m going to feel what it’s like to have you unravel around me.”
His eyes told her he meant it, and her body vibrated with overwhelming desire for him. “And I want to feel you inside me.” She’d never said such a thing, but with Josh, a man she’d only met yesterday, confessing her desire felt so right. She was safe.
One corner of his mouth hitched up. “Glad we’re on the same page. I want to fuck you so hard I’m about to explode.”
Now she smiled smugly and propped herself on an elbow. “Do you have any …?”
“In my wallet. Back shorts pocket.”
She was closest to the edge, so she wriggled and leaned over, swiping at the shorts, while his talented fingers took the opportunity to fondle every bit of exposed skin they could reach, as if he couldn’t stand not to touch her.
Finally, she snagged his shorts from the floor and dropped them beside him.
Plucking out a packet from his wallet, he held it between his fingers and waggled his eyebrows.
He handed it to her and lay back, hands laced behind his head. “Roll it on me.”
His cock was long and thick and beautiful, jutting high and proud, its crown glistening. Because of her. His unwavering gaze scalded her skin as she opened the foil and sheathed him, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
When she glanced up at him, he was clenching his jaw, and her hammering heart fell. “Was I too rough?”
“No,” he gasped. “Having your hands on me made me nearly lose it. Come here and take me inside you. Now.”
His commands made excitement roil in her belly.
Lifting her butt, she straddled him and wrapped her hand around his shaft, lining him up, and sank down slowly, taking him in inch by glorious inch, until he was fully seated, root to tip.
His neck strained as he moaned out an incoherent string of curses.
Closing her eyes, she let her body adjust to his girth, and when she began to move, a little cry escaped her.
The way he filled her felt like nothing she’d ever experienced, and she nearly cursed aloud herself.
“Wait,” he croaked.
Her eyes flew open.
“I want to suck your tits while you ride me.” He curled his torso up partway, lust glittering in his grays as his hot mouth closed around a nipple, claiming, possessing, owning. She undulated on top of him, holding his head to her, nearly climaxing again. She was a wanton.
In an unexpected move, he released her just as she teetered on the brink and pressed her hips down until they stilled.
Reaching up, he toyed with her hair, arranging her tresses so they framed her breasts. “Wow. Just … wow,” he panted. “Another fantasy come true, Lexi.”
He gripped her hips hard and flexed his own, thrusting up into her, his eyes wide open and pinned to hers.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered. She tried, struggling but only managing to keep them half-lidded as he drove into her over and over.
She held on, riding him like a bucking bronc while he did all the work.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Goddamn, that’s so good.
” His breathing accelerated, and so did hers.
In another move that surprised her, he pulled out and flipped her on her back as though she were no more than a rag doll.
He lifted her leg over his shoulder and drove back inside, going so deep she gasped.
He pistoned his hips with vicious, relentless strokes.
She braced her palms against the headboard, letting liquid euphoria fill her veins and sweep her higher, higher, until she burst with ecstasy.
His thrusts grew erratic, and he followed her over the edge with a shout a moment before he collapsed on top of her.
Their ragged breaths and runaway heartbeats mingled, then quieted together.
He withdrew to clean up, and she looked out the window, surprised that it was still morning when she’d already been to the moon and back—several times.
When he returned, he stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms.
“Ready to go to the beach?” she teased.
He looked at her, picked up a lock of her hair, and rubbed it over his cheek.
“Fuck the beach,” he muttered. “I want to spend the rest of my vacation in bed with you. Clothing optional. In fact, I highly recommend no clothing. Think of how much we’ll save on laundry.
” He gave her an adorable lopsided grin.
She couldn’t hold back a giggle. The words were wonderful to hear, and if she let herself believe them, they would surely stitch up her tattered ego, but this man was obviously an experienced charmer who used his smile and those eyes with lethal accuracy.
She couldn’t allow herself to get sucked in.
Just enjoy what he has to offer for the rest of the week.
His expression turned earnest. “Baby, I’m not joking,” he persisted.
“That was … You are … like nothing I’ve ever felt.
” The grin bloomed into a smile that lit those eyes of his so they shone like quicksilver, and the effect was a devastating genuineness she wanted so badly to believe in.
Her heart grew wings and soared. This man made her feel things she never knew she could feel before, and she didn’t want to get off the merry-go-round of bliss.
But the ride couldn’t be real—how could it be after only a day?
Yet being with him was the perfect balm to soothe away old wounds.
What could it hurt to trust for a few hours, a few days, as long as she kept her eyes wide open so she saw the buzz saw in time to keep from being sliced by its blades?
She could do that.
For six more days, she would delight in everything he had to give her, and she would give it right back.