The Risque Contracts Series(33)
Her answer had me chuckling, amused she thought I’d be satisfied with that. “I don’t know nearly enough. However, if we’re going to be a couple, there is one thing that is essential for me to be able to pull this off.” I entwined our fingers and tugged her forward, slipping my free hand into her hair and cupping the back of her neck.
“What?” She eyed me warily, but her choppy breaths gave away her rapidly growing desire.
Leaning in, my hand brought her forward until our mouths met and I couldn’t suppress the instant groan at the feel of her soft lips on mine. My tongue ran along the seam and her body softened, her lips parting so I could taste her. Consumed by her, I kissed her like a drowning man fighting to breathe. The small whimpers she was making and her body wiggling to get closer, proving she was just as overwhelmed, gratified me. Letting her hand go, I glided my palm up her thigh and unsnapped her jeans, shoving it down the opening until I brushed against the fabric of her panties. “Holy shit. You’re fucking drenched for me,” I whispered against her mouth. Using one finger, I dragged her underwear to the side and dipped into her pussy, spreading the wetness from bottom to top. Her whimpers became moans when I circled her tight little bud before plunging two fingers into her hole.
Our mouths were still fused together as my fingers touched and teased her pussy. When her breathing became so erratic that she had to tear her lips from mine, I knew she was almost there. “Want to know what else I need, baby?” I purred.
“Y-yes,” she panted.
I curled my fingers up to just the right spot as the heel of my hand pressed and rubbed her clit. “To see what you look like when you come.”
With a scream, she exploded, and I was blown away by the sight. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.
Chapter 4
Elisa
Holy crap! One minute I was having the usual first date get-to-know-each-other conversation with Brysen so he’d be prepared to convince people he was my boyfriend, and the next, I was experiencing my first non-self-induced orgasm all over his hand. I wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin, but I’d never had this kind of chemistry with any other man. Hence the need for me to get myself off—none of the guys I’d dated in the past had been able to do it for me.
Brysen evidently had the magic touch. He should have played baseball instead of being a quarterback since he’d managed to make it to third base before I even realized his hand was in my panties. By then, I was too turned on to argue, racing toward a climax one thousand times stronger than any I’d given myself. Between the orgasm, my nerves about this weekend, and the beer, I promptly fell asleep in his arms and managed to avoid the awkward moment after until six hours later when the plane landed in Lake Tahoe.
I was startled awake by the sound of the landing gear being lowered and found myself settled on the couch, my clothes back in order and a blanket spread over me. My feet were resting in Brysen’s lap, right on top of his hardened length—a fact I promptly discovered when I stretched out and curled my toes right into his groin. “Sorry,” I mumbled, yanking my legs back and blushing as I remembered what he’d been doing right before I fell asleep—how easily he’d made me come and how I hadn’t returned the favor.
“I’m not sorry,” he quipped, pulling my feet back onto his lap. “Not even a little bit. How could I be when I got exactly what I wanted?”
I wiggled my toes a little. “It feels to me like there might be something you wanted and didn’t get.”
“I hate to break it to you, baby,” he murmured, “but I’m always hard when you’re near. Even after I’ve come in my pants from the flavor of you on my tongue like a teenager who’s never tasted pussy before.”
Brysen Mariano came in his pants because of me. The power I felt at his admission was heady. I hadn’t noticed it before, but he’d changed into jeans while I was sleeping, so I knew he was telling the truth. Not like it was something he’d lie about anyway. “Did I miss the best part while I was passed out? Because I don’t remember having your mouth on me and I’m pretty sure it’s an experience I wouldn’t forget.”
The satisfied smirk he flashed me sent butterflies swirling in my belly. When he dropped my feet onto the couch and shifted until he was braced over me, his mouth an inch from mine, I practically melted into the cushions. “I’m offended you think you’d be able to forget the things I’m going to do to you when I get my mouth on you, but I know I’ll prove you wrong. I got my first taste of your pussy by sucking it off my fingers, and it was so damn good. Just thinking about it gets me harder than I’ve ever been before.” A quick thrust of his hips proved exactly how hard he was and made me drench my panties. “My next taste of you is going to be straight from the source and I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”