Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(76)

I grin, lick my lips, grip onto him tighter behind me and start to jerk him off. He moves his body to the side, and I pull his cock out from inside his towel, and I can see him now in the mirror, see his hardness, feel him.

“Damn, you are sexy, Dee,” he says, meeting my eyes in the mirror. We look at each other, him touching me, me touching him, giving each other pleasure.

And then when he can’t take it anymore, he picks me up, pulling a yelp and a laugh from my lips, and he sets me down on the sofa, and pulls off my flats slowly.

He strokes my feet, makes me giggle and squirm, and then in between my legs he kisses each of my toes in turn, then the tops of my feet, and then makes his way up my inner thigh, leaves a trail of tingling skin.

I’m so wound-up already I almost want to hurry him on, but I know that on fight nights, we go at his pace. He made that clear the first time we ever did this before a fight.

His crystal blue eyes gaze up at me, and he lifts my skirt up, over my hips, and then with his teeth he hooks the elastic of my underwear and pulls down.

I grin at him, see him smirk back as he pulls it off with his mouth, baring me to him. He brings my panties to his nose, smells me, and for a moment I feel a flash of modesty, but the look in his eyes quashes that instantly. It’s all hunger and lust, all desire.

He guides my legs up, so my feet are on the sofa, and presses his face closer to my sex, kisses me around my outer lips, teases me.

I feel his tongue dart out, touch my clit for an instant, and I’m jolted by sensation, a sharp hint of pleasure.

“You smell so good,” he says, voice baritone, lust-laced. And then he pulls his tongue up my sex, and I moan and quake and tense my thighs as he starts licking me just the way I like it.

He settles on my clit, flicks it rhythmically with his tongue and I’m just lost in sensation, in heaven, leaning back against the sofa, wanting to stretch out like a cat and let him pleasure me.

I grip onto his hair, pull him harder against me, mash myself against him as he laps at me like he needs it to live.

“Oh shit,” I hiss, feeling the temperature in my core rising, feeling that pressure in my belly. He works me so expertly, knows exactly how to bring me surging forward toward the edge.

“Yes!” I groan, gripping onto his hair harder, pulling him tighter onto me. I feel my body grow tight, lift myself off the sofa, right up against the edge.

And then he backs me off.

I grin at him, tut, shake my head. “You big tease. You always do that.”

He smirks, keeps licking me, and I fall back into bliss as he rings a finger around my entrance, groan and squeeze as he pushes it inside me.

I moan as he slides in a second finger, feel myself stretch around him, and then he starts to finger me, pressing upward with each thrust, making me feel so good.

He groans onto me, and his laps grow feverish like he’s starving for me, and his fingers fuck me harder, and again I feel that pressure inside me, feeling myself coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode.

“Come on,” I pant, practically begging him to make me come, to give me the release I want. “Fuck, yes yes, yes…”

I throw my head into the sofa, arch my back, grind myself against his face.

He brings me right there again, so close, and at the precipice, right when ecstasy is about to come crashing down all over me, there’s a loud knock at the door.

I freeze. A voice that comes booming through the door: “Fifteen minutes.”

But Duncan doesn’t stop. He keeps going, and remembering that the door is locked, my body thrills with pleasure again. I’m lost in it all again, climbing higher and higher. The pressure is building… I’m going to—

“Ooohhh,” I moan as he drives me off the edge, as I crest. I’m soaring, in orbit, and I moan at him, “Don’t stop!”

He doesn’t, and as ecstasy grips me I squeeze around his fingers, and he makes my orgasm last for so, so long, I don’t even know how he does it.

I’m shaking, trembling, mouth clamped tight so that I don’t moan too loudly. I curl my toes, grip at his hair, tug him hard, so hard I’m sure it hurts.

He just makes me feel so, so good.

And then I’m coming down, the waves of pleasure no longer so intense. I’m bathing in a pool of bliss, humming, grinning.

I let out the long breath I was holding, and shiver as I grow too sensitive. Duncan pulls his fingers from me, plunges my pleasure into his mouth, sucks me off his fingers.

He tells me how good I taste, and his towel has come apart, and looking down at him in between my legs, I can see his hard cock jutting out from his crotch.

He leans forward, drags his tongue up my sex, and I shudder, pushing him off me.