Night After Night(10)

“You like how my cock feels against you? You want me inside you?”

“Yes, I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to take me,” she said in a firm tone, turning her head to shoot him a sharp stare.

“You telling me what to do, gorgeous?”

“Yes. I’m telling you what to do. And you better take me now because I don’t want to be teased.”

He rubbed himself against her, and her body responded instantly, shivering as he toyed with her. “But it seems you like teasing,” he said playfully as she pushed back against him.

“Clay, please,” she said, as if she desperately needed him to put her out of her pent-up misery.

“You gonna beg for it?”

“No,” she said, reverting to her tough stance. “I don’t want to beg for it. If you make me beg, I will go masturbate.”

He smacked her ass for that impudence. But he loved her feisty attitude; it shot sparks through his whole body. “I would love to watch you touch yourself,” he said as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.

“You think I’d let you watch?”

“Oh, gorgeous. You’d love it if I watched. You’d get even wetter with my eyes on you as you fingered yourself. Are you good at making yourself come, Julia?” He said, sliding in another inch and rolling his eyes back in his head at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.

“So good at it. I will make myself come in seconds if you don’t fuck me deep right now,” she said, looking back at him, her green eyes fiery and demanding as she taunted him. “Maybe I’ll even torture you by letting you watch.”

“I fully intend to take you up on that kind of torture sometime,” he said. But not now. Because right now he wanted to be buried deep inside her more than he wanted to tease her, toy with her, control her. “But right now, you’re getting what you want.”

Screw teasing. Screw taking it slow. He sank into her and they groaned in unison. She felt extraordinary, so tight against him.

She braced herself with her hands on the back of the lounge chair. “You feel amazing,” she murmured, and that made him even harder, hearing her unfettered reaction. No saucy talking back, no snappy mouth. Not that he didn’t love those things. He did. A hell of a lot. But to hear those simple words escape her throat turned him on fire.

“Clay,” she groaned as he rocked into her, stroking in and out, hitting her far and deep, then pulling almost all the way out. Only to pound into her again.

“Is this what you wanted when you looked at me with those fuck-me eyes behind the bar?” He whispered roughly, holding her hips hard as he slammed back into her.

“Yes,” she cried out.

“Did you picture bending over for me and letting me take you? Letting me own you with my cock so far inside you?”

He thrust into her again, and she wriggled her ass. Such a beautiful sight, that smooth creamy skin. He rubbed his palms against the soft perfect globes. He wanted to bite it, to sink his teeth into the sweet flesh and leave a mark on her, but there would be time for that later. For now, this woman needed a good hard round with him that would radiate through her beautiful body for days.

“I was just hoping you’d be eight inches,” she said, and he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

He thrust hard into her, making her cry out. Then he stopped his movements, remaining still and deep in her. He bent over her, his strong chest against her sexy back, and he gripped a fistful of her hair. Then he licked the shell of her ear. “More than eight inches, gorgeous. Don’t ever doubt that.”

She drew in a sharp breath. “Pull my hair,” she said, and he did, tugging hard.

Then he drove into her again, each thrust reminding her of what more than eight inches felt like. Her cries grew louder and her breathing more erratic. He reached his other hand around to touch her clit. Fast, quick strokes while he buried himself deeper in her. His own climax started to build.

“I’m going to come soon, Julia. But you need to come first. I want you to come so badly. I’ve wanted it just as much as you wanted me inside you. Tell me how much you wanted me,” he said, sliding his thumb across her as she trembled and bucked her hips against him.

“Yes, I wanted you so badly. And I wanted you to make me come, and now you are. You are making me come,” she said in a broken, breathy voice. He let go of her hair, cupped her chin and turned her face to him so he could watch the expression in her eyes as he brought her to the other side, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth forming a perfect O, that first silent moan. Then, she screamed out loudly, his name echoing around the bar, and he chased her orgasm with his own, groaning as the pleasure ripped through him, tearing through ever damn cell in his body, lighting him up with electricity. Then they collapsed onto the lounge, a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and flesh. He pulled her close, spooning her, and kissed her earlobe.