Dirty Little Secret(8)

She wasn’t sure. And when his hand slid along her throat and down to trace her nipple, a shake of her head was the only response she could manage.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Somehow the fact that he was staring at her breasts instead of her face made it easier to answer. Go figure. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because I don’t even want to think about another man touching you.” His free hand joined the play at her breasts. “I don’t want you thinking about it. I want you focused on me and only me. As if no other man ever existed.” And then her mind shut down completely as he stopped talking and focused all his attention on action.

Yet no matter how much Alex whispered, touched, kissed, and plain drove her crazy, he never entered her. By the time their shower was done and he was rubbing her dry, she was quivering in the aftermath of climax, her body clenching emptily without him inside her.

The rough nap of the towel scraped across her tender, swollen nipples. “Alex,” she whined.

Alex chuckled, and Cailin landed a weak smack on his wet shoulder.

“It’s not funny.” Her words were slurred.

Alex grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “I know,” he murmured against it, then forced her hand down to his erect cock. “Does this feel funny?”

Cailin didn’t even bother to answer; she wrapped her fingers as far around him as she could manage, the tips almost touching, and dragged upward, her clasp strong and tight. The gasp that erupted from Alex’s lips was some consolation, but a heavy pulse low in her pelvis demanded more. She began to back up, pulling him along with her.

An outright laugh erupted from Alex as he willingly followed her. “Is this what they mean when they say men are led around by their dicks?”

Cailin glanced up from beneath her lowered lashes and allowed a tiny smirk to curve her lips. “Don’t like it?” She squeezed just below the plum-colored crown.

Alex missed a step, then rushed her. “Definitely,” he croaked out as his forward momentum tumbled them both to the waiting bed.

Lips, fingers, tongue, and teeth made steady progress down her body. When he reached her navel, Alex took his time, nipping, licking, seeming to savor her as his hands separated her thighs. Cailin relaxed, allowing her legs to spread as far as they could, the strain along her inner thighs somehow erotic, exciting. Then he leaned back to look.

Pulses of silken arousal slid from her body, down the seam of her rear, making her squirm in combined need and embarrassment. Sean had never looked at her this way. Her body had been a source of sinful pleasure, to be taken under covers in a darkened room. He’d rarely if ever touched her there, much less stared his fill with the kind of avaricious gleam so clearly evident on Alex’s hungry face. When his tongue stretched out to catch the evidence of her desire, drawing it into his mouth, and his eyes closed as he savored her taste, Cailin jerked with tiny explosions of pleasure that detonated around her clit.

Alex leaned forward, clearly ready for more, but she stopped him with a hand to his stubbly cheek. “I think it’s your turn.”

Lids lowered over his wicked eyes, a hooded look that tingled its way up to her tight, needy breasts. Cailin didn’t give him time to deny her. She turned, scooting to the side, and patted the space where she’d been. Two could play at this game. “Please.”

Alex grabbed several pillows from the head of the bed and mounded them behind him, reclining just enough for comfort but still keeping a keen eye on her as she knelt on the floor between his knees. She couldn’t help but stare at the thick column rising before her. Darkened skin covered his engorged shaft, giving it an angry appearance belied by the clear stream of liquid meandering from the slit at the top. Her mouth watered, and without awaiting his consent, she leaned into his body and set her tongue to his shaft, licking up the evidence of his need for her. Tart, slightly bitter, his precum melted across her tongue. Cailin moaned. His penis bobbed, tilting down toward her lips as if begging, and she had to comply. Only when the spongy, soft head hit the back of her mouth, filling her to the brim, did she stop to breathe.

The view up his body was gorgeous. Alex’s head was thrown back, the masculine column of his neck centered by his bobbing Adam’s apple, stubble marching along the strong line down to his heaving chest and rippling stomach. A dark nest of crisp hair surrounded his navel, trailed along his lower abs, and surrounded his erection as if it needed something extra to draw her attention to it. It didn’t. The solid length jerked in her mouth, and Cailin swallowed, the sound that erupted from Alex’s mouth causing both her throat and channel to squeeze at once.