He drops to his knees with that cocky grin of his and flips my skirt up to expose my panties. “You better believe it.” God, I wish I’d worn a sexier pair. I might’ve dressed like I wanted to get laid tonight on the outside, but I hadn’t expected that it would actually happen. I’m not even sure he notices. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I don’t know what to say. Instead I whimper. I want to blame it on the alcohol, but that buzz is fading fast, replaced by a hazy lust, a buzz of a more urgent kind but just as incapacitating. He leans forward and hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling down my panties with one quick tug.
And I don’t stop him.
The frilly scrap of cotton joins the rest of our clothes on the floor. He pushes my legs apart, forcing me to open to his hungry eyes. I want to freak out. Looking at me so closely? But all I see in his face is admiration, like he’s heading straight for the Promised Land.
With a crooked grin, he puts a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. Then another, each one coming closer to my wet core. His soft lips contrast to the scratch of his stubble. With every touch, he sends another tingle rushing through me, arcing over my skin like little electric shocks. The closer he gets, the more I ache for him.
“No... you don’t have to—” I want it so bad, but Michael never... No, I’m done giving that waste of space room in my head. Not here. Never again.
“I want to. I told you I never make promises I can’t keep.”
The best fucking night of my life, he’d said. I swallow while he leans in to make good on it.
Claire
Except the bastard makes me wait.
He’s so, so close, and I’m already shutting my eyes tight and breathing heavily in anticipation when he pulls back and starts all over on my other leg. I beat the bed with my fists in frustration. “You tease!”
He laughs. “You in a hurry? Got a hot date later?”
“Yes, with my vibrator if you don’t hurry it up!” I snarl, but I just earn more laughter.
It feels like forever before his lips are finally kissing the crease at the top of my thigh, so close I can feel his hot breath brush over me. His nibbles continue, all around except right where I want him the most.
I can’t take it anymore. “Do it.”
“What? Was that an order I heard?” His fingers softly caress my thighs and his mouth hovers right over my center. “I can do this all night, babe. Are you sure you want to push me?”
I growl, low in my throat. Since when do I growl?
“Beg for it.” His mouth is so close, but no matter how much I squirm he doesn’t touch me. “Beg for it, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I beat the bed again, but God, I want it so much. I’ve never felt so charged with someone before, not with anyone. I don’t even know him, but somehow he brings it out in me with just a touch or a kiss.
I give him what he wants. What does it matter if this is just for one night? “Please,” I whisper. “Please do it.”
Even though I know what he’s about to do, I gasp sharply as his tongue parts my folds, sliding wetly up until he flicks the tip right over my clit. I shiver, chills racing through me, all the way out to my fingertips and toes. Swirling his tongue, kissing and nibbling, he drives me crazy while his strong hands hold me open.
The sensations are too much. Everything I’d wanted threatens to push me over the edge way too quickly. My muscles seize and my soft gasps turn to loud moans as he drives me right up to the brink. I’m just about to plunge over the edge when he pulls back with a wet grin.
“Please. No more teasing.” I can’t take it. He can’t stop now. “I need to come!”
“You’re right. No more teasing.” He stands while unbuckling his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. His thighs are as powerful as the rest of him, but what gets my attention is the bulge in his boxer briefs. The soft fabric is distended around the large and obviously very erect cock inside. I think he’s looking at me, but I have to admit I’m struggling to raise my gaze. Almost casually, he tugs his underwear down, letting himself bounce free.
Wow.
Picking up his pants, he pulls a plastic packet out of a pocket and tears it open, obviously prepared. It smarts a little that I’m just another notch on his bedpost, but he’s giving me exactly what I need. I went into this with my eyes wide open and he’s been nothing but honest.
Cocky, but honest.
He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs and guiding himself with his hand. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel you come all over my cock, then do it all over again.” His voice drips with confidence, and I have no reason to doubt him. Staring at him wide-eyed, I hold my breath and nod.