“Cheek.” She shook her head, trying to be stern and failing.
He held his hands out as if to surrender, and her attention was again snagged on his body. On those hot and sexy forearms she’d seen a glimpse of earlier. All covered in water and then later flour from punching and rolling out the dough.
Now she got the whole package. “I must admit to you that there’s just so much to look at I feel a little faint.”
“Take your time.” He slid his hand up his belly, flicking his nipple ring. “Because I will be getting all up in you when you’re finished.”
Whoo. Boy.
“You’re very good at the foreplay. Whatever will you be like when you’re buried in me to your balls?”
His smile changed, just a little bit. This one drew her in closer as she ran her palms over powerful hands and wrists, sliding her fingertips over knuckles and the sensitive wristbones on her way to the tattoos.
“You’re a dirty girl.”
She looked up, holding his gaze. “I know what I like.”
He leaned down and took her mouth. Hot as a fever, need crawled through her belly. A delicious, nearly painful pleasure twisting through her.
This kiss was slow and deep. His tongue tasted, teased, danced along hers. His taste dizzied her, sent signals to every part of her body. Her cunt, already slick for hours, was so sensitive and ready that every time she moved, just that small bit of pressure sent little shocks of pleasure skittering through her.
Her nipples slid across his chest, making it worse. Well, no,
better
.
When he broke the kiss, it left her a little off-kilter for a moment as she gripped his arms, looking into his face. She licked her lips, wanting more of his taste, and he groaned.
“You have no shirt on. This is very distracting.”
“I can say the exact same thing.” She stepped back and indicated him with a tip of her chin. “Look at you! Those jeans fitting you just right so that now all I really want to know is if you’ve got yourself a pair of the other kind. The ones that are threadbare on the back pocket where a wallet was carried.” She reached out and drew her nails up the front of his jeans, over the zipper and his very hard cock. “And here on the front. The kind with a hole in the thigh, frayed at the hem.”
“Now I know what I’ll wear the next time I see you.”
She’d look at him some more
after
they both came. She made herself that promise. But for the moment, she had to get him in her, on her, against her.
“You should take those off.”
“Oh, are we at that portion of this evening’s events?” He said this as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and slid them slowly over his hips and to the ground, stepping out of them, his underwear and socks too.
“I’d just sort of made a deal with myself to look my fill at you after we both came, but then you go and show me all of you.”
Sun-kissed, just like the rest of him. A dusting of dark hair covered long, muscular legs. Tight calves, powerful thighs. A cock so hard it tapped his belly.
“And here I thought I’d have to use my showerhead after you left tonight. This is much better,” she murmured, staring at him like the visual buffet table he was.
“Never use a showerhead instead of me. Unless I’m there to watch.” He sighed, happily eating her up with his gaze. “We’ll need to get back to that later. Now, I took off my pants, English. I have to propose you do the same. It’s only fair.”
Aware he watched her every move, she slowly drew the long zipper at the back of her pants down before stepping out of them. She left the panties on. Because, well, duh.
“Wow. That’s. Whew. Gillian, each layer you peel back is more amazing than the last. And while”—he circled, looking her over—“these panties are hotter than the sun, I want to see all of you.”
He kissed her shoulder, tripping his fingers down the line of her spine.
When she’d kicked her panties to the side, he gulped and shook his head.
“Curves that lure a man to explore in every way possible. I want to eat you all up.”
As if she’d complain?
He fell to his knees, brushing his lips over her belly.
“I can smell how much you want me.”
That hit her right in the gut, wrenching a small groan from her lips.
“Now I think I need to taste how much you want me.”
He surged to his feet and flopped himself on her bed. She scrambled on, straddling him as she crawled up his body. He put his arms above his head, distracting her with his bulgy pecs and the tats.
“I sure like the look of you. Perched up there, your pussy sliding along my cock like that. Nipples so dark and hard it makes my mouth water.”
“These?” She cupped her breasts, testing their weight, all the while loving the way he stuttered out a breath.
“I’m really going to be getting even with this.” He said it as he began to do it, using a long strand of her hair to play over her nipples.
“Dazzle me, rock star.”
His sleepy green eyes went half lidded, his touch slow and sensual as he replaced the teasing touch of her hair with the roll, tug, pinch of her nipples.
She arched to get closer and he hissed. “You’re so fucking hot and wet. Now I’m the one who doesn’t know where to start.”
She leaned across him and fished around in a vase on a nearby table, pulling out a condom. “This is step one.”
He laughed. “Not yet. On my face. I want to taste you.”
He was so delightfully filthy she wanted to throw her head back and laugh with the joy of it.
“Hands on your headboard. Don’t let go until you come. And remember . . . be quiet. We don’t want anyone to hear me licking your pussy until you want to fly apart.”
She closed her eyes and let it all go, shoved everything but this man in her bed far, far away.
He urged her upward with his hands, wide, strong, callused hands.
She positioned herself over his mouth and barely had enough time to grab her headboard before he brought her to his lips, kissing her cunt like it was a lover.
As her fingers gripped the wood of her headboard so tight she wondered if she was hearing it groan against the pressure, Adrian’s fingers dug into the muscles of her ass and thighs, holding her in place.
Right how he wanted.
He held her tight to his mouth, using lips and tongue and even the gentle slide of the edge of his teeth. He licked at her like he couldn’t get enough.
Struggling to keep quiet, she bit her lip so hard she was sure she’d taste blood. Knowing she couldn’t scream out or even groan very loudly only made everything hotter.
Her thigh muscles trembled as he suckled her clit, tickling the sensitive underside with the tip of his tongue. His pace was relentless, his touch just perfect, riding that line between too gentle and too much.
And when she came, she had to turn her head, pressing her mouth into her arm to muffle the cry.
9
It wasn’t until he’d laid her back on the bed and she looked up at him, eyes glossy, hair a wild dark river around her body, that he realized one taste of this woman would not be enough.
He licked his lips and she shivered. “You taste so good.”
“I wonder if I’m fattening.”
Surprised by her dry humor, he laughed, but it died as she reached out to grab his cock and squeezed it just right.
He watched, unable not to, as she slid her thumb over the head and brought it to her mouth, sucking it inside.
“Whoa.”
“You don’t taste too very bad yourself.”
She got to her knees and he resolved to get her that way as much as he could, she looked so fucking delicious.
She moved down the bed, running hands over his skin, adding the scrape of short, neat nails when she got to his thighs.
So bold, she held him at the root, angling his cock and sucking him into her mouth slowly and deliberately.
Hot and wet, she took him deep, swirling her tongue around his cock, giving extra attention to the space just under the head. He groaned, giving in and sliding his hands into the shadowy mass of her hair, cool and so very soft.
Settled on her knees between his thighs, she locked her gaze with his as she sucked his cock and he was entirely sure he’d never seen anything so very hot.
And then she changed her angle, taking him as far back as she could and her hair swept forward, only giving him the briefest of glimpses of her face and mouth.
Sweat beaded at his temples as he was hypnotized by the rounded sway of her ass. Her fucking curves . . . his fingers itched to touch. To dig his fingers in and clutch as he fucked into her body. That lush, beautiful body.
“Wait.” He managed to get his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. “I want to be in you.”
She pulled up and off his cock slowly, with one last swirling lick of her tongue. She sat back, on her knees, smug smile on lips swollen from his cock.
“Tell me something good, Adrian Brown.”
Whew, he had
not
expected this . . . this hotness just under the surface.
“I might be able to do that if you had condoms.”
Then she crawled past him on her bed, that round ass swaying past as she fished around to retrieve the condom she’d brought out earlier.
It was only with the greatest of concentration that he was able to get the condom on. “I want you from behind.”
She got up from where she’d relaxed after tossing him the rubber. And then she turned around and he nearly lost his mind at the sight of the bounty before him.
Not wasting another moment, he moved to her, licking up the line of her spine, delighted by the way she moaned and arched into him. Lining up, he nudged her open, shocked at how hot and wet she was as she enveloped him, bit by bit, as he sank into her cunt.
He exhaled long and hard, concentrating to keep from coming. She felt so fucking good. Then she pushed back, taking him those last few inches and they both gasped and sighed.
“Yeah, right there.” He ran hands over the curves of each side, over the flesh of that magnificent ass.
Every inch of his skin was hypersensitive as he dragged himself nearly all the way out of that heated inferno and then pushed back in.
Her hands fisted in the blanket and the strangled little sounds she made, especially that she was trying to keep them quiet, only made him hotter.
She clutched with her inner muscles as he gave in and grabbed those hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh and holding on as he began to fuck her hard and deep.
He was already close. His emotions raw, his feelings so very near the surface. Having been teased by her scent and her manner all evening long, and driven nearly senseless by her mouth on his cock, her taste on his mouth, he was holding on by his metaphorical fingertips.
And that was before she began to thrust back at him, swiveling.
He snarled and she laughed.
It was that laugh he found so ridiculously hot. The way she
knew
she was tormenting him and loving it.
“I’ll get even for that one,” he muttered as he increased his pace, the pleasure rushing through him so hard and fast it nearly hurt.
“Promise?”
That was it, that last little push and he fell hard into climax. He came so hard he saw stars and his thigh muscles jumped as he nearly yelled out at how good he felt.
“Christ,” he hissed as he pulled out, after he’d gotten his breath back, bereft at the loss of that snug heat. Managing to lever off the bed, he stumbled into the bathroom to get rid of the condom, pausing in the doorway to watch her on her bed on his way back.
He liked Gillian. A lot.
He really liked the way you dug down a bit and found a whole other side, a filthy-talking woman who loved sex.
“I’m pretty sure my teeth are numb.”
She laughed, sitting up to take a sip of her wine.
“Don’t get too comfortable, we have hours until Miles wakes up, right? Lots of time for us to get a few more rounds in.” He waggled his brows.
“Miles used to be up before the sun.”
He settled in beside her, sated for the moment, but hungry for details of his son.
“Tell me about him.”
“He’d get up at five and build giant Lego cities that would span several rooms. He made machines with moving parts, houses, businesses, fortresses. He’d have these intricate stories about each place and each thing, each person who owned or used it.
“When I’d give lessons, he’d sit just outside the room and color for the entire time I was working. And then when my student had left, we’d have a snack I let him help me make.”