Chapter 13 #3
I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair as he pushed his fingers deeper into my pussy.
I couldn’t keep from crying out and he kissed me harder, so hard that I couldn’t breathe.
My head was spinning from lack of oxygen and I was wet, so wet.
His thumb brushed my clit over and over while his fingers pumped, and God, I was shameless about rocking into his movements. I couldn’t get enough.
When he moved his head, I chased his mouth, my teeth scraping his lips, our noses bumping as I sought his tongue. I needed it almost as much as his touch. He was turning me inside out, owning the parts of me only he knew. They were his.
I was his.
“Goddammit, not like this. Not this time.” Abruptly, he yanked back his hand and I whimpered, dropping my head to his shoulder to breathe.
I was so close. A heartbeat away. I was throbbing so hard, and I could hear him licking his fingers.
Jesus. Then he fisted his other hand in my hair and tugged my head back, offering me his fingers while his wild eyes settled on mine in the dim light of the hall.
“In my bed. Not against another wall. Not again.”
Consumed with my taste on his skin, I nearly didn’t hear him. He watched me suck on him and growled, backing me into the wall again. Bending his knees, he drove upward and the rigid column in his jeans rubbing against my clit was almost enough to push me over.
Almost. I gasped, dizzy, still holding onto his hand as I licked his fingers. I couldn’t stop.
He thrust up against me again with only the thin barriers of my panties and his jeans between us, hitting the angle just right. So good. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes as flashes of light went off at the edges of my vision.
It wasn’t an orgasm but it was the next best thing. I couldn’t stop shaking. If he’d shoved me down on my knees and told me to deep-throat his cock, I would’ve done it without blinking. Anything he wanted.
I wanted it too. Any way he could give it to me.
“Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled, buzzing his scruff along my cleavage, on the verge of popping out of the top of my dress. “How did I miss it?”
“Asshole.” Indignation fought its way through the heavy lust pulsing in my lower belly. In my breasts. Hell, everywhere. I bit his palm, making him laugh.
He dropped my leg and swooped me up in one smooth move.
Epically smooth, since I started to screech and he caught my mouth with his before I could.
If I hadn’t been more than a little off-center from my near-miss orgasm and being hauled into the air, I wouldn’t have kissed him back.
Probably. But damn, he was good at it. He kept me thoroughly distracted as he carried me down the hall and backed into his room, kicking the door shut gently behind us.
His next move was to flip on the lights. I expected to be tossed onto the bed like a sugar sack, but he placed me on his messy comforter carefully, as if I was made of porcelain. “Never know,” he whispered, reading my thoughts as he drew his fingertip down my belly.
I was still reeling from that when he stepped back and reached behind his head to drag his T-shirt off.
Golden abs covered in swirling dark ink rippled, and I swallowed hard, suddenly riveted by the slash of his navel above his jeans.
He undid the button teasingly, leaving it gaping while he stepped toward me again where I was spread out on the bed like his feast.
Quaking, wet, needy. All for him.
I still wasn’t through kicking his ass for his missing my hotness—though come on, my hotness was debatable anyway—but he was already peeling off my dress as if it served as wrapping for his very favorite present.
He touched me reverently, pulling the fabric aside to bare my bra and tiny panties before dispatching those too.
Lowering his head, he licked one tight nipple, his gaze locked with mine.
Every minute movement made me clench inside, tighter and wetter than I’d ever been.
I splayed my legs wider so he could move between them, already writhing against the soft spread under my back.
“Tell me what you want.”
I shook my head and shut my eyes. Dammit, he was supposed to know. Wasn’t that his job? Best friend and all, for fuck’s sake. He was supposed to know I was dying for him to keep doing that to my breasts while he fingered me and made me come. Then he was supposed to move down my body and—
“That’s it. Tell me. Every dirty word.”
I blinked. Had I spoken? Oh, that wasn’t good.
Except maybe it was, because he was doing all of that.
His big hand covered my pussy, rubbing gently before he parted my swollen lips and stroked my clit in circles.
Over and over so that I had to grind myself wildly against his palm.
He released my achy nipple with a pop and slid down my body, his intended target clear.
Instead of closing my eyes again, I leaned up on my elbows and licked my lips, ready to watch every lewd moment—
“Daddy!”