Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(59)

My hand stops moving, I can’t concentrate anymore on him. I relax against his body, let him touch me, let him own me, let him do what he wants to me. I know he’s going to make me feel so good.

But he just teases me, and somehow it’s both sexy and frustrating. His finger moves slowly, and I crane my neck to the side, look at the side of his dripping face.

“Come on,” I tell him breathlessly.

He leans forward, takes my lips in his, kisses me, and at the same time he rubs me faster, just the way he knows I like it.

I moan into his mouth, shut my eyes tight, stay lip-locked with him. I clutch onto his thighs on either side of me unconsciously, give in to him completely. I open my legs wider, give him more of me.

His kiss takes on a feverishness, becomes aggressive, and I feel his tongue in my mouth, and I meet it with mine, but I can barely concentrate as he rubs me, as he plays me like an instrument.

I writhe in his grip, undulate, moan and whimper. He makes me feel so good, and already I can feel the pressure inside my belly growing. Oh, God, I want more, I want to come, it’s like a blinding light on the horizon that I’m racing toward.

I break the kiss, look into his beautiful eyes, now darker with his desire.

“Make me come,” I practically beg, and I feel his fingers speed up, feel his press harden, and I groan, pushing my head back onto his shoulder, my mouth open.

So quickly he brings me right there, right to the edge, and my body becomes tight as a tripwire. I tense up, squeeze, feel it in my belly, that growing pressure that’s going to blow.

But then he pulls me back, and I turn accusing eyes on him.

“Stop it,” I say, but then he’s bringing me there again, and he pulls his other hand down my body, rings my entrance.

I’m in bliss when he pushes his finger inside me. I stretch around his thick finger, moan as he presses my front wall, makes me feel impossibly better.

I grip onto his legs like, and I feel his cock twitch against my back, and his lips and breath by my ear.

I’m his. He plays me. He controls me.

His rhythm speeds up, he fingers me faster and harder, and I feel my crisis racing toward me.

“Oh God,” I groan, eyes shut tight, pleasure thrumming through me. The spring inside me is so wound up, coiling tighter and tighter.

I crunch my stomach, lean forward, inching closer and closer.

“Shit!” I hiss, white-hot bliss crashing over me as I come hard. I inhale deeply, hold my breath, squeeze around his finger. Pleasure explodes inside me, radiates down to the tips of my curled toes.

I’m soaring, in orbit, I feel so, so good.

I keep squeezing, he keeps going, and he makes it last, makes me feel this sharp pleasure for so long, and then it’s waning, ebbing, and I shiver and shudder, the tsunami of ecstasy now turning to slow, rolling waves that thrum through my body.

I love every moment of this, being in his arms, him making me feel so good, being his.

I’m coming down, and my whole body feels wobbly and weak, and I suddenly feel so, so tired.

Duncan kisses my neck, pulls his fingers from me, up to his mouth, and he sucks on them, sucks all my pleasure off them.

“I love how you taste,” he says, and he claims my lips in his. I can taste myself on him but I don’t care.

I’m a ragdoll, loose, panting, flushed, hot.

I grin, rub his thighs, reach around my back and feel his still-hard cock. I’m just about to turn around, to pleasure him like he pleasured me, when the pipes belch and the water hitches for just a second.

The shower dumps freezing water on us. The hot water tank has run out.

I scream, jump out of the shower laughing, quickly dry myself off with a towel. He seems unaffected by it, shuts off the stream and steps out. I toss him his towel, and we dry up in the steamy, warm bathroom, before darting across the hallway into my bedroom.





Chapter Twenty One





Dee leans back on the bed, and puts a hand on my chest, pushes me back.

“I want to watch you.”

Those words send my heart surging.

She runs a finger down my chest, leaves a trail of burning skin. Her finger roams downward, over the bumps of my tight abdominals.

I’m already beading pre-cum, so turned on by her. I can see her cheeks starting to flush red, and her breathing is quickening.

I begin to jerk myself off in front of her, slow at first, watch her as she watches me, as her tongue wets her lips.

I never take my eyes off her as I pleasure myself, work myself right to the edge, then back myself off.

She sees it, the pleasure in my face, the desire and lust I feel for her, and her hand creeps down her body, and I watch her as she touches herself.

God, it’s the hottest sight on Earth, and my cock gets impossibly harder, so hard it almost hurts.