Hotter Than Ever
Page 39
Her hand continued its southward progression, fingers skimming the defined ridges of his abs before moving even lower. The line of hair arrowing down to his groin fascinated her. She followed the path of those wiry hairs until her hand finally reached his erection.
“Wrap your fist around my cock.” His eyes glittered as he voiced the command.
She circled the wide shaft with her fingers and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Dylan hissed out a breath. “I want you to suck me off, Claire. I want your hot mouth on my dick.”
Liquid desire pooled between her legs, her body completely forgetting that it had reached climax mere minutes ago. Her heartbeat accelerated as she gazed at the hard c**k in her hand. Oh yes, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel the thick length of him lodged inside her mouth.
But before she could experience either of those things, Dylan scooped her up in his powerful arms and deposited her on the bed. She landed on the mattress with a not-so-graceful thump, her jaw dropping.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. “What’d you do that for?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes said it all. He loomed over the bed, gloriously naked, his body so hard and chiseled it may as well have been carved out of marble. A second later, he ripped open the condom box, tore one of the plastic squares off the strip, and rolled the latex onto his erection.
“I thought you wanted my mouth,” she teased.
“Couldn’t do it,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed. “I would have shot my load in two seconds flat. Almost did the second you put your hand on me.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
“Because I want to feel your pu**y squeezing my c**k when I come,” he said in a strangled voice.
He covered her body with his, the weight of him sending a jolt of exhilaration through her, and then his mouth captured hers in a punishing kiss that left her gasping for air. His heavy erection rested between her legs, but he didn’t thrust it inside her. He just kept kissing her, propping himself up with one arm while his free hand drifted to her chest.
She moaned when he squeezed one breast. “You lied before. You said you would play with my tits.”
“I didn’t lie. I simply got distracted by that tasty cunt of yours.”
Oh sweet Jesus.
A knowing gleam filled his eyes. “You like the dirty talk, huh?”
“So much.”
“Good. Because I like talking dirty.” Flashing a roguish grin, he slid a few inches lower and closed his mouth around her nipple.
A wave of pleasure rocked into her. Her br**sts were not particularly sensitive, but Dylan’s talented tongue coaxed an unprecedented response out of her. Her ni**les grew stiffer than they’d ever been, tingling in a way she’d never felt. They ached, pulsed, and each time Dylan took another deep pull, she felt it right between her legs, until every square inch of her body cried out with impatience.
Whimpering, she shoved her hand in his hair and tugged on those silky strands. “Please, I need you in me.”
He slid back up with a smug smile. “You know, only an hour ago you were cursing about being stuck here with me, and now you’re begging me to put my c**k inside you. Who would’ve thought?”
She gritted her teeth. “Can we laugh at the irony of this later? Like maybe after I come again?”
“Are you always this bossy?” he mimicked.
She threw his words back at him. “Yes. Are you complaining?”
“Not one damn bit. Now brace yourself, honey, because I’m about to f**k your brains out.”
“Bring it on, honey.”
Boy, did he bring it.
Claire wasn’t prepared for his first thrust. It was so fast and so deep she gasped in startled delight as her body stretched to accommodate him.
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he mumbled.
Dylan’s features tensed, as if he were trying desperately not to lose control. He eased out a few inches, then slammed right back in, and sure enough, his face took on a tortured expression.
“Sorry, honey, but there’s no way I’m going to last. You can blame the kung-fu grip of your pu**y for that.”
She shuddered with laughter, which only intensified the agony burning in his eyes.
“Don’t. Move.” He choked out the words, gripping her hips to keep her still. “And please, please tell me you’re close to coming again.”
“No, but I could be.” With an amused look, she brought her hand between their bodies and started stroking herself.
Dylan groaned, but he didn’t move a muscle. She stared up at him as she rubbed her clit. The tendons of his neck were straining, twitching, as if he could barely hold it together. She could see his pulse throbbing in his throat, and she marveled over his restraint, the willpower he exuded as he allowed her to stoke the fire, to build up to climax.
She moved her fingers in little circles over her clit, getting closer and closer and closer, until a little moan finally slipped out, followed by, “Oh gosh, now. Fuck me now.”
He pulled out, then plunged in with a hard stroke that hit a spot deep inside and sent her soaring. As she got swept away into orgasmic oblivion, Dylan grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to his hip so he could drive deeper. A moment later he let out a hoarse groan and started to come, the heat of his release warming her core right through the latex.
She’d never had sex like this before. Never come that hard, never felt this sated, and as they both took a few minutes to catch their breath, Claire knew her entire world had just changed.
“Wrap your fist around my cock.” His eyes glittered as he voiced the command.
She circled the wide shaft with her fingers and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Dylan hissed out a breath. “I want you to suck me off, Claire. I want your hot mouth on my dick.”
Liquid desire pooled between her legs, her body completely forgetting that it had reached climax mere minutes ago. Her heartbeat accelerated as she gazed at the hard c**k in her hand. Oh yes, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel the thick length of him lodged inside her mouth.
But before she could experience either of those things, Dylan scooped her up in his powerful arms and deposited her on the bed. She landed on the mattress with a not-so-graceful thump, her jaw dropping.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. “What’d you do that for?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes said it all. He loomed over the bed, gloriously naked, his body so hard and chiseled it may as well have been carved out of marble. A second later, he ripped open the condom box, tore one of the plastic squares off the strip, and rolled the latex onto his erection.
“I thought you wanted my mouth,” she teased.
“Couldn’t do it,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed. “I would have shot my load in two seconds flat. Almost did the second you put your hand on me.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
“Because I want to feel your pu**y squeezing my c**k when I come,” he said in a strangled voice.
He covered her body with his, the weight of him sending a jolt of exhilaration through her, and then his mouth captured hers in a punishing kiss that left her gasping for air. His heavy erection rested between her legs, but he didn’t thrust it inside her. He just kept kissing her, propping himself up with one arm while his free hand drifted to her chest.
She moaned when he squeezed one breast. “You lied before. You said you would play with my tits.”
“I didn’t lie. I simply got distracted by that tasty cunt of yours.”
Oh sweet Jesus.
A knowing gleam filled his eyes. “You like the dirty talk, huh?”
“So much.”
“Good. Because I like talking dirty.” Flashing a roguish grin, he slid a few inches lower and closed his mouth around her nipple.
A wave of pleasure rocked into her. Her br**sts were not particularly sensitive, but Dylan’s talented tongue coaxed an unprecedented response out of her. Her ni**les grew stiffer than they’d ever been, tingling in a way she’d never felt. They ached, pulsed, and each time Dylan took another deep pull, she felt it right between her legs, until every square inch of her body cried out with impatience.
Whimpering, she shoved her hand in his hair and tugged on those silky strands. “Please, I need you in me.”
He slid back up with a smug smile. “You know, only an hour ago you were cursing about being stuck here with me, and now you’re begging me to put my c**k inside you. Who would’ve thought?”
She gritted her teeth. “Can we laugh at the irony of this later? Like maybe after I come again?”
“Are you always this bossy?” he mimicked.
She threw his words back at him. “Yes. Are you complaining?”
“Not one damn bit. Now brace yourself, honey, because I’m about to f**k your brains out.”
“Bring it on, honey.”
Boy, did he bring it.
Claire wasn’t prepared for his first thrust. It was so fast and so deep she gasped in startled delight as her body stretched to accommodate him.
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he mumbled.
Dylan’s features tensed, as if he were trying desperately not to lose control. He eased out a few inches, then slammed right back in, and sure enough, his face took on a tortured expression.
“Sorry, honey, but there’s no way I’m going to last. You can blame the kung-fu grip of your pu**y for that.”
She shuddered with laughter, which only intensified the agony burning in his eyes.
“Don’t. Move.” He choked out the words, gripping her hips to keep her still. “And please, please tell me you’re close to coming again.”
“No, but I could be.” With an amused look, she brought her hand between their bodies and started stroking herself.
Dylan groaned, but he didn’t move a muscle. She stared up at him as she rubbed her clit. The tendons of his neck were straining, twitching, as if he could barely hold it together. She could see his pulse throbbing in his throat, and she marveled over his restraint, the willpower he exuded as he allowed her to stoke the fire, to build up to climax.
She moved her fingers in little circles over her clit, getting closer and closer and closer, until a little moan finally slipped out, followed by, “Oh gosh, now. Fuck me now.”
He pulled out, then plunged in with a hard stroke that hit a spot deep inside and sent her soaring. As she got swept away into orgasmic oblivion, Dylan grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to his hip so he could drive deeper. A moment later he let out a hoarse groan and started to come, the heat of his release warming her core right through the latex.
She’d never had sex like this before. Never come that hard, never felt this sated, and as they both took a few minutes to catch their breath, Claire knew her entire world had just changed.
