Down and Dirty(43)

Sexy. So damned sexy.

He stripped off his coat and yanked at the button fly of his jeans. Slipping one hand down the front, he drew out his already-stiff cock and began to work it up and down in long, even strokes. She kept her eyes locked on him and her hips bounced as her hand moved faster. Too soon, her eyes drifted shut, her leg muscles tensing until Shane gripped her wrist, halting her ministrations.

“Okay. As much as I’d love to watch you for the next hour or so, that’s enough. I want to be the one to make you come.”

She hesitated, then lowered her gaze to his cock. She wet her lips with the tip of a pink tongue and his shaft surged in response.

“Can I taste you first?” she asked softly, reaching out a hand toward him and moving to the edge of the couch. She ran a gentle hand down his stomach, and then leaned forward to lap at the broad head of his cock. He growled low in his throat as the heat of her tongue stroked him, but it wasn’t enough. He was just about to tell her so, tell her how desperate he was for her to take him deep and suck, hard, when she opened her mouth wide and worked him into her hot mouth until he felt her throat close around him in a snug embrace.

He choked out a curse and used his grip on her hair to pull her back while he tried to regain some self-control. She fought him, anchoring him to her with a grip around his thighs and using her tongue to massage him. Helpless against the onslaught, he flexed his hips restlessly, the need uncurling in his belly. She slid him almost all the way out before sucking him hard and deep again.

She met his eyes in the dim light while she sucked him off, and he wondered if he would ever forget the sight. Her head bobbing between his legs, her plump lips brushing against his cock, glossy from her mouth and tongue. He closed his eyes to block out the view because if he didn’t, he was going to blow it right into her mouth and he still hadn’t tasted that sweet pussy. Suddenly, that seemed to be an immediate necessity.

He pulled back, encircling her wrist to escape her grasp. She released him but ran her tongue down the length of his cock one more time for good measure.

“Nice,” she whispered.

“God, you don’t know how happy it makes me that you think so.” He pulled away for an agonizing minute and stripped down until he was naked, then pushed her onto her back and lifted her hand high above her head.

“Lift your other arm,” he ground out.

She did. And she took his breath away.

“Look at you.” His gaze swept her again, and he shuddered as he nodded. “Seeing you like this, I can think of a hundred things I want to do to you, with you. The night at the hotel barely scratched the surface.”

“You’re wasting time,” she said, and an instant later, he was on her. His aligned his hips against hers, her belly pressing against his cock.

He lifted his torso from her, dipping his head to take her mouth with his. Her scent enveloping, wrapping around him like a sensual blanket. He pulled back, his breathing labored as he pressed his forehead to hers.

His voice was low and hoarse. “All I can think of is you. From the second I saw you again, I wanted to slide my cock into that wet heat over and over. I want that so bad I can taste it.” He slid a knee between her thighs and spread her legs open, then reached between them, covering her core with his hand. Her back bowed in response and a charge of heat blasted through him.

She let out a long hiss. “You’re killing me.”

He thrust himself away from her and pressed nipping kisses down her neck to her breasts, making a path to her hip. For a long moment, he just stared. When he finally dipped his head down and put his mouth to her, she nearly bucked him off, but he held her captive. He dragged his tongue over her crease, then traced around her clit with just the tip.

“Shane,” she whispered urgently, arching upward.

He growled and closed his lips over the swollen knot. She shuddered and her muscles strained as she threaded her fingers into his hair, urging him to finish it. A surge of satisfaction pulsed through him and at that moment, his only purpose in life was to do it right and make her scream.

He trailed his hand along the inside of her smooth thigh until he came close enough to feel the heat coming off her pussy. He traced her lips with his fingertips, pressing them into her wet warmth. She cried at the invasion, showing him with her body that she wanted more. He retracted, then thrust deep again, loving the feel of her, the taste of her. She thrust her hips up, grinding against his face as he increased the pressure of his mouth, sucking, licking, pulling. She froze and inner tremors racked her, squeezing him. He steeled himself for the onslaught, hoping he could keep himself from coming on the cushions like a teenager. Then she splintered under his hands, spasms taking her as she cried out his name.