“Stop teasing me.”
“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you provided you speak up. Do you want me to pleasure you with my hand or my mouth before I ruin you with my cock?”
The fucking ego on this guy. The way he commanded the situation should’ve pissed me off. The arrogance… the audacity that it was him who called the shots should’ve annoyed me to no end. If it were any other man, I would’ve kicked him out. But coming from him instantly pulled me under his control.
Meanwhile, he continued to stare at me. “Or maybe… ,” he added as an afterthought, “this is a mistake, as you claimed so many times before. Should I leave?”
“I don’t care, goddamn it—” I hissed through gritted teeth, annoyed as all hell.
That was, until he slowly removed his hand from inside my panties. “Then I’ll leave.”
Panic hit full force, and while clamping my hand around his wrist, I embarrassingly yelped, “Your mouth… I want your mouth.”
That damn smirk revealed his victory. “Your wish is my command.”
“But first…” I mustered every ounce of willpower I could and raised a hand between us. “Get naked.” No way would I be vulnerable while he remained fully dressed. If I was about to run with this fantasy, then I would do so correctly. Who knew how long these memories would have to last me? How long could I keep caving to this man’s charms? At some point logic would kick in, and whatever the hell this was between us would surely end.
One of his brows lifted in amusement before he did just as I asked. Piece by piece those sexy hands removed every stitch of clothing off his sinfully sexy body—shoes, socks, jacket, tie, shirt, belt, and pants all ceremoniously joined my dress on the floor. The man could easily strip for a living, with no need for seductive music, dim lighting, or cheesy costumes as gimmicks. When he stood in nothing but his watch and black briefs that molded over his hardness like a second skin, I seriously wished I had the nerve to grab my phone and snap a picture.
I fucking loved the male anatomy, always have. But never had a naked man dumbfounded me before. Every inch of him was a stimulant. The man had a body made for sin. He was simply spectacular. From his hard, impressive dick to chest and abs that were extremely well defined, he had the perfect amount of hairiness that every man should possess—a smattering centered between his pecs, over his firm, muscular thighs, a dark trail that began at his belly button and disappeared tauntingly into his underwear.
While I binged on his form, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband and dragged the last barrier off his body. Sexy was no longer an adequate adjective to describe Nate Navarro. There wasn’t a word created that would suffice. I was an author and knew as much.
“Keep staring at me like that, Jersey, and I won’t last long,” he grumbled and wrapped a large hand around his long, thick shaft.
“We can’t have that happen,” I quipped, removing my bra and panties in a teasing way. It was obvious I’d affected him as well when he lunged. Gripping my hips punishingly, he lifted and planted my bare ass on the island behind me.
And just as in my fantasy, Nate placed a hand on each of my inner thighs, spread me wide, and without hesitation dove right in. One hand slipped beneath the crack of my ass, holding me firmly. The other became an accomplice to what his tongue was doing. I simultaneously gripped the hair at the top of his head and the edge of the Formica. Meanwhile, I tried to commit every sensation to memory while riding out the best oral sex I had ever had in my entire life.
Amy’s skin was smooth shaven, warm, and intoxicating. She moaned loudly when I dragged my tongue over her repeatedly. When I gently bit her clit, the act caused a seductive gasp as her eyes met my own provocative stare. Exaggerated dilation of her pupils had their pale-blue color darken with desire.
When I circled her entrance to fuck her with my tongue, the grip she had of my hair tightened, as did her thighs pressing the sides of my head. Every jab of my tongue inside her tight cunt, every soft lick or forceful suck, caused my cock to throb in protest. By the time she came magnificently against my mouth, the fucker made no excuses that it wanted in. And each pulse of her orgasm I consumed worsened my predicament.
Fuck, I knew I’d enjoy it, and I probably could’ve feasted on her for hours. But we had other things to get to. Not allowing her body to calm, I broke away from the apex of her thighs and hovered over her face. She stared up at me just as I went in for a hard kiss, her release still evident on my lips. I then lifted her limp body and moved her to the couch.
“First birthday orgasm down… how many more do you have in you, Jersey?” In all her naked gorgeousness, she shrugged and smiled lazily, ready for everything that I desperately wanted to give. Shit, I’d love nothing less than to take her right then and there. I knew I had to have entered an irrational state, because leaving her to grab a condom felt like a major ordeal. “Don’t move.”
Forcing myself to backtrack to where my pants were, I frantically dug out the packets that I’d purposely tucked into my pocket before I left my apartment. Her eyes tracked me the entire time and continued to when I tossed them onto the coffee table.
“Four? That’s very presumptuous.”
“I like to be prepared for all possibilities.” I pulled her up until she stood before me, and I traced a fingertip over one pebbled nipple.
But when I sat on the couch and tried to have her straddle me, she shook her head. “There’s one slight problem. I don’t like to owe anyone anything.”
“Owe how?”
“I came once already, and you haven’t.” I watched through hooded eyes as she dropped to her knees between my legs, and I tried to play it cool. But the moment she placed her lips on my tip, I acted no different from a teenage boy… trembling, fidgeting, all that. And when she covered a third of my cock and forcefully sucked, I added bucking to the list.
“Christ, Jersey.”
The corners of those fuckable lips lifted into a satisfied smile. Her eyes never left mine as one hand gripped me at the base, the other comfortably rested on my thigh while she worked me over, and good. If that wasn’t enough torture, she hollowed her cheeks to create another intense suction, and it sent me pushing in deeper, searching for more of that.
“Fuck,” I rasped, jerking in and out of her mouth with each suck. My brazenness seemed to spur her on. She tightened her hold and increased the pressure as I barreled toward a release way too soon. I would love nothing more than to come down her throat, but that would thwart my mission. I’d waited too long to fuck her again. The first time we had done so against her door had left me aching for more.
A need to own all her pleasure exploded within me like a vendetta needing to be carried out. We had all night to do all sorts of filthy things to each other, but all I wanted now was to be inside her. Still, I waited until I couldn’t take it anymore before pulling out of her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“Grab a condom.”
Miraculously she listened, twisted around, reaching for one, and handed it to me. “That doesn’t even the score between us.”
“Live with it.” I rolled on the rubber and lifted her until she straddled my thighs. My cock came to rest at her entrance, and I gently nudged her down until she lowered her pussy over me. A ragged breath escaped us at the same time. “This isn’t a competition,” I managed to add with great difficulty.