Learning Curves(16)

“Yeah, like that,” he groaned.

Her gaze went to his and met with desire. This man really wants me.

“Tell me how you’re going to fuck the hell out of me,” she whispered, wanting to do all the dirty things dancing in his eyes—all the things she craved.

He went still…perfectly still as his eyes devoured her. None too gently, he grabbed her hand. “I’d rather show you.” His steps were hurried as he guided her through the big house and into a bedroom with a king sized bed. “Get on the bed and open your legs.”

The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet. Her glance dropped to his pants. His cock was beautiful, thick and hard. Her fingers curled. She wanted to touch him, learn his body, and memorize every beautiful inch of him.

His eyes fixed on her mouth. Ravenous. Dangerous. “You are so sexy.” He touched her throat and slowly dragged rough fingertips downward over her collarbone and breast, as he fisted his cock and pumped.

Need burned through her, and she sat up, her mouth poised open. He gripped her hair to hold her still, but she flicked her tongue out and brushed it over his crown.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, the hand on her hair loosening. She drew him in, running her tongue around his hard, hot skin. His groan stirred her desire, and his body coiled tight. He grew harder, thicker beneath her ministrations, and it spurred her on. With long, luxurious strokes she licked him, going from the base all the way to his crown. She sucked him back in, tasting him. His hands tightened in her hair again.

“No more,” he ground out.

“But I—”

“Flat on the bed. Legs open. Now.”

His commanding tone weakened her knees. Anticipation echoed through her as she obliged and fell back onto the mattress. He pulled a condom from his pant’s pocket and tossed it onto the bed before kicking his jeans off and climbing between her legs. He reached over his shoulder, and in one swift move, tore off his shirt. Two hundred pounds of hard, rippling muscle hovered over her. The man was one stunning specimen—and he was focused in on her. Molten lava. That’s how his sharp, carnal gaze made her feel.

He tossed the shirt away, and put his hand back on her body, his eyes full of fierce need as he stroked strong fingers down her neck, between her breasts. “I could spend days just touching you.”

She uttered something unintelligible, and he fell over her, crushing her, and his mouth found hers for a hot kiss, deep and possessive, his tongue stroking and teasing, fucking her mouth. She savored the taste as he reduced her to a mass of trembling need. God, no man had ever kissed her like this before. His damp cock pulsed between her thighs and fiery lust gathered inside her. She ran her nails over his back, pulling him to her, and lifting her hips, aching for him to fill her.

Take me…

His deep growl fell over her. “Stop moving or I’ll tie you to this bed for the whole weekend,” he warned, arousal straining his words.

Her pulse leaped. “Maybe I’d like that.”

“Fuck.” He tore his mouth from hers, and pressed urgent, open-mouthed kisses to her body. He ate at her, his tongue and teeth greedy as he gripped her hips, forcing her legs open wider. She ground herself against him as he drove a finger inside her. Heat, so much heat. Her hips came off the bed as he slid up her body, his muscles flexing, his finger still inside her. Tension mounted, the hot friction like lightning to her nerves. “You have the prettiest cunt, and for the next two days it’s all mine.”

His filthy, explicit words pushed her to the edge, but it was the way he looked at her, like she was the most important woman in the world, that nearly made her come again. She wiggled against him, and when he pinned her down, she moaned. He ripped into the condom with his teeth, and quickly sheathed himself.

He grabbed her legs. “Put them around me.”

She slid them around his back and squeezed as he went up on one arm, rubbing his hard cock along the length of her crevice. Delirious, wild with need, she lifted her hips. Her sex ached for him. Ached. She moved again, trying to force him in.

“More. Please.” Oh, God, she was begging for it. She’d never begged for anything before

“Such a greedy girl.”

“Linc,” she moaned as she writhed beneath him.

He offered her an inch, and she whimpered. “You want to be fucked?”

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling—desperate for it. Desperate for him. “Fuck me,” she groaned. “Now.”

He jerked his hips forward, shoving himself into her with one hard thrust.

“Linc,” she cried out. He paused for one second, giving her a reprieve, then powered into her. She scratched at his back, her fingernails pulling at his skin.