Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

She nodded once, too slowly, her eyes watery with sudden desire. “Yes, I do. And I’m sorry, too, for swearing at you. I tend to do that when I get worked up.”

He moved his fingers back and forth across her hand. “Well, I think it’s hot. Although, I’d love to see you worked up and swearing, well, with your body throbbing beneath mine.” His lips tilted into a mischievous grin, his lids heavy, and his breathing jagged.

His words smacked against her core, and she sat up straight then licked her lips. She was parched. She gazed at his eyes, the dark pattern of desire hypnotizing her into its depths. It took everything she had to hide the unbridled wanting whipping up her legs, across her thighs, and stopping at her wet panties. She crossed her legs, an attempt to quell the swelling throb. Her stomach knotted, and she placed her hand there, the temptation growing to move it to her aching, wet pussy instead.

He blinked slowly, his eyes drinking in the curve of her lips, neck, then down to her bustline.

Her nipples instantly hardened in place, pressing almost painfully against her bra. She longed to set them free, to have his mouth on them, licking and sending her to ecstasy.

He exhaled deeply, and a soft rumble escaped his lips.

She was physically unable to say anything. Her mind tripped over the rush of emotions tumbling there. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face. His eyes. His lush mouth, so full, so inviting. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers, on her neck, her nipples, on her pussy. She throbbed, the thuds moving up to her lower belly, in rhythm to her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Could he hear it, the beckoning of her body?

I want you to take me
. She screamed to herself, willing him to hear her and take her in ways she was already salivating over. God, it had been so long since she’d yearned for a man’s touch, for a man, period. A hot, rock-hard man. She longed to feel this one in particular deep inside of her. His gleaming, most likely divine body grinding against hers. When last had she actually felt real desire to be with a man? Not for who she was, or he was, but for the sheer quenching of a carnal thirst.

Abruptly, he stood up, walked over to her, then pulled her toward him until she stood micro inches away from him, only a thin sheet of air separating them.

Her lips parted expectantly. She could feel it coming. He was going to kiss her. He had to kiss her. Her lips throbbed, already swelling, aching for his touch. God, she wanted this.

But he didn’t. Instead, he led her back into the foyer and up the staircase. He didn’t look at her, and she simply followed, watching his muscular back edge against his shirt. She was in a daze of wanting. His delicious smell trailed after him, hitting her again and again as he ascended the stairs. Her heartbeat raced in her chest. She could feel it throbbing below her ear.

They reached the top of the stairs, and he veered to the right toward white double doors, and pushed one of them open with one hand, his other wrapped firmly around hers.

Oh God, this is really happening.
She blinked, her breath accelerated, her chest heaving with the effort.

He pulled her inside the room and closed the doors behind them before turning to look at her.

She gasped. The room seemed to be spinning around her. All she could see was him. His eyes were darker, filled with the look of pure, animal lust. His full lips parted, his wanting clear as he raked down her body, slowly, ripping her clothes off with his eyes.

She heard a low, fiery moan. It was hers, and she could feel her panties literally soaking from her juices. She opened her legs slightly, longing to relieve the pressure on her swollen pussy lips. She could feel her nipples pushing harder against the fabric, begging for release. She wanted him inside her begging for entry.

Liam groaned while he watched her then—

She flinched as he grabbed her wrists, setting them above her head, and her back slammed against the wall of the room.

She licked her lips, parting them. She could feel her tongue grow moist and heavy in anticipation. She swallowed hard, her head upturned and her eyes locked on his.

Then his mouth was on hers. Soft lips like two cushions of heaven. His moist, warm tongue met hers violently, hungrily. Searching, sucking, slipping, and gliding. He bit her lower lip, and she whimpered on his mouth.

She arched her back while she stilled her lips, her tongue in his mouth. His tongue swirled around hers then sucked gently before moving back to her lips.

She edged forward, pushing her body against his, then smiled seductively as his hard dick pressed against her hip. She pushed harder and wiggled her hips as her tongue lapped his. She wanted to feel him, not just inside of her, but to be one with him. Oh God, how she craved this man. He was addictive, yet she had never had him. Was it even possible?

He lowered her hands, placing them around his neck, then cupped his own hands under her bare thighs, lifting her up in one swift movement before wrapping her legs around his waist.

The electricity shot up her legs, sending its charged waves crashing through her, and she moaned.

His hands were rugged against her skin, his nails digging into her flesh. She had never wanted a man, yearned for a man as much as she did at this moment.

She tightened her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis against him. She could feel the seams of her denim shorts tighten against her clit, and she pushed harder, willing it to rip wide open.

His tongue moved ravenously against hers before moving down to her neck. He nibbled softly then sucked before licking her neck in an upward movement, settling back at her mouth. He moved his tongue over the inside of her top lip and down to the bottom.

She whispered on his mouth, words she wasn’t able to comprehend herself, then raked her hands through his silky hair. She pulled his head down, deepening the kiss. She craved him. Her body needed his. She wanted him inside of her.

He pulled away from her mouth and looked deeply into her eyes. Liam was gone. In his place was raw, animal desire, wanting to rip her wide open. He growled and his eyes narrowed, and he moved her to the bed before placing her down.

Gia wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. It was surreal. The room still swirling. The only things steady were his sexy eyes ready to devour her. And she wanted him to devour her, every part of her. Her body tingled for him to ravish her, take her deep, hard, and fast. To hell with slow and meaningful, all she wanted was for him to fuck her. She growled and reached out to him with both hands grasping the air between them.

He kneeled on the bed and leaned forward. He removed the tee shirt over her head, before going to the button of her cutoff shorts.

The touch of his hand against her bare skin sent spicy shocks coursing through her body. She ached for more of his touch. She flopped onto her back and stretched her legs out, arching her head backwards. Like a child grabbing for a new toy, she grappled at his shirt buttons, unsure if she was opening them or ripping them.

Each button revealed more and more of his taut, honeyed chest, his muscles rippling and coated with a thin sheen of sweat. She could feel his heartbeat against her knuckles. God, he was hot.

He moved his hands down, pushed her shoes aside, then pulled her shorts off, leaving her soaked panties on.

He rose slowly to his feet as she loosened the last button. His chest heaved, and he groaned. His head was tilted and he continued staring while he loosened his pants.

She watched them slide down, tracing the lines from his navel, down to his hard cock pressing against his white briefs, overflowing at the top. She bit her lip and placed her hands between her thighs, pressing her legs together, and raised her knees.

He removed his briefs, sliding them down his muscled thighs.

Her chest heaved and her eyes widened, taking in his hard, big cock. It was magnificent. Her body was shaking with wanting. Wanting all of him inside her wet cunt. She licked her lips and wriggled on the bed, feeling the silkiness on her back.

Fully naked, he moved slowly to a kneeling position at her feet. He lowered his lips to her knee then moved his head, prying her legs open. His lips went upward to her inner thigh, trailing kisses in agonizingly slow motion. He reached mid thigh and flicked his tongue, and sucked gently then moved upwards until he reached the middle of her panties. He exhaled, and a puff of warm air caressed her throbbing, wet pussy.

She gasped and cried out, jerking her pelvis upward, willing him, begging him to take her panties off and suck her pussy. She arched her head and clenched her teeth, her hands moving to the pillow behind her head, and she squashed it in her hands. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her, now. Oh God, she couldn’t wait. She wanted this man.

He pulled his head slightly away before moving his one hand up and tugged her panties aside, revealing her throbbing, wet lips. His breathing was heavy, and he growled in ecstasy before lowering his head.

She screamed when the first lick of his tongue trailed over her sopping pussy lips. He moved it to the center, parting them with his tongue, then flicked it on her clitoris. He sucked gently then moved his tongue down, into her cunt, driving her beyond insanity.

She ground herself against his willing mouth, against his tongue moving in and out, stroking her, teasing her.

He moved both hands to the sides of her hips and, in one swoop, pulled her panties down and lurched up, his mouth meeting hers.

She could taste herself on his lips. The throbbing was caustic, and she mashed herself against his hard cock, begging for it. She tried to move to get him inside of her, but he moved to the side, teasing her more. “Now,” she begged, her voice thick with sex-starved fever.

“Be still,” he whispered on her mouth then flicked her tongue and licked her lips, first the top then the bottom.

He moved his head down, kissing her neck then her chest. He moved his hand to her bra and gently exposed each breast by pushing the bra underneath them. His mouth moved to her left breast, and he circled his tongue around her nipple.

She shrieked, the sound rumbling through the quiet room. God, she wanted him so badly. She wanted him to fuck her now. She was going to explode. She could barely think. Bolts from heaven shot through from her nipples and down to her throbbing and slippery lips.

His tongue flicked her nipples then sucked while he moved his delicious, hard cock against her leg. His hand moved down, and he gently inserted three fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out in rhythm to his tongue on her nipple.

“Now,” she begged, and she raised her head up and ran her fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust, then flicked her nipple again with his tongue, his fingers slapping at her pussy.

“I want you in me now.”

He moved his body up, until the tip of his cock was at her entrance, and he circled it slowly around her wet cunt.

Then he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her.

She moved her hands down to his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. “Now, please.” Her voice was choked with desire.

“No, tell me what you want, Gia.”

She swallowed then willed herself to just breathe. The weight of her fervid longing forcing her brain to focus only on getting satisfaction to her body, relinquishing control of the simpler functions. She forced herself to inhale and exhaled with “I want you.”

“You want me?” he rasped into her mouth.

“Yes!” she screamed. Oh God, she was going to kill him.

“Tell me. Tell me or I’m going to stop.” His voice cracked, and he continued kissing her, his tongue moving faster. He removed his fingers and moved them up and into to her mouth.

She sucked his fingers and tongue together, grinding against him. God, she was going to die if he didn’t fuck her right now.