“Asshole,” I tease, and his hand slides over my stomach.
“You’ll thank me when I make you see stars.”
No doubt. When I stood in the doorway, I nearly swooned at the sight of him shirtless, muscles flexing in those gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide his fucking donkey dick.
I had to push back at him and that damn, satisfied smile. I couldn’t be that easy, but my fight only turns him on more, which turns me on more, which brings us to this place.
I’ve had a one-track mind since I saw him in the shower and he kissed my face off last night. Now I’m pressed against his body, and his large hand slides down my bare stomach.
“Are you ready for me?” His fingers pass my waistband, spreading my body and finding my clit.
“Oh, yes,” I exhale as they circle, then whimper as his thick digits move lower, pushing deep into my saturated core.
“So fucking wet.” His beard scratches my neck, and he pulls my skin between his teeth.
I’m so close to coming, my knees tremble, when all at once, the floor disappears. He sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed, dropping me onto my back on the mattress before stripping off my shorts and my thong at the same time.
A whisper of cool air touches me briefly before his face is between my legs, large arms spreading my thighs as he drags his tongue slowly up the seam of my core, beard scuffing my hypersensitive skin.
Screaming a moan, I arch hard against the bed, and he stops, moving up and over me to cover my mouth with his. My taste is on his tongue, and he kisses me long and sloppy before lifting his chin to meet my eyes.
“Be quiet, or you’ll wake Pepper.” His green eyes are hotly amused, and I grab his face to kiss him again.
Our mouths slide against each other, and it’s like the most decadent, forbidden fruit. How long has this fantasy been growing in the back of my mind? As much as I want to hate him for his arrogance, I’ve never been able to deny my body’s need for his.
His narrow waist is between my thighs, and as our legs slide together, his rigid cock presses against my stomach. I want him inside me so much it hurts.
“Fuck me, Hutch.” My voice is ragged, and his eyes darken.
Leaning to the side, I hear him dig in his nightstand drawer before pulling out a condom. The square packet is beside me on the bed, and he rises to his knees, looking down on me.
“Can you be quiet?” It’s a stern demand, like he might spank me if I don’t, and a thrill races to my toes.
“What if I say no?”
He blinks slowly, and the muscle in his jaw moves. “Here.” He puts a pillow in my hand, and guides it to my face. “Use this.”
I’m about to hit him with another sassy comeback, but his mouth is on my pussy again, and I grip the pillow to my face as fiery hot deliciousness sizzles in my belly. He traces his tongue over my clit, moving it quickly around and around, hungry and relentless.
His lips close fully over my most sensitive parts, and he sucks, once, twice, and I break with a scream fisting the pillow as my hips jerk and my legs tremble.
My pussy flutters wildly as he quickly rolls on the condom. When I feel his tip nudging my entrance, entering slowly, another burst of spasms grips my core. I bite the pillow to drown my voice as he drives fully inside, burying his fat cock all the way to the hilt.
“Jesus!” I gasp, and cool air hits my face.
He throws the pillow to the floor. “I want to see you take me.”
“It’s too big,” I gasp, arching my back.
Large hands caress my ass, fingers sliding down to trace my inner thighs. “Relax, baby. You got this.”
Slowly, he begins to rock, sliding in and out, and my lips part. “Oh, God…” I gasp, repeating the words as my back arches.
I rock my hips around the sensation of utter fullness as my body changes, molding to him completely.
“Oh, yeah.” His voice is hot, urgent. His eyes squeeze shut, and a bead of sweat runs down his temple as his hips rock. “So fucking tight…”
My fingernails cut into his forearms as he picks up speed, driving into me faster. The friction is incredible, and my hips rise off the bed to meet him. My third orgasm is coming fast, and when my lips part, he covers them with his, consuming my scream in his kisses.
He pumps into me hard and strong as my orgasm breaks, and I moan loudly into his mouth. He keeps going, on and on, before holding. Large muscles flex beneath my fingers, and his cock jerks deep inside me, filling the condom.
Our lips slide against each other’s as he groans. We’re shooting through the stars together, holding each other in a release a decade in the making.
Hutch’s strong arms are around my waist, and he holds my back to his chest, skin against skin. I trace my finger along the lines of muscle in his forearm. It’s nice, but I wiggle around to face him in the bed.
For a little while we drifted in and out of sleep, and now it’s after midnight. The full moon shines so brightly through the window, it’s like a misty, black-and-white day.
Propping my head on my hand, I study his perfect face, square jaw, full lips painted silver in the moonlight. The house is so quiet.
He lifts a lock of my dark hair, curling it around his finger, and I have to ask, “What are you thinking?”
He blinks slowly, as the corner of his mouth rises. “You’re in my bed.”
“Are you sorry?”
“No.”
I trace my finger along the edge of the black and red tattoo on his shoulder. “I thought you hated me. You were always so angry… Until last night.”
“I’ve never hated you.” Our eyes meet, and his are dark. “You were a temptation I had to avoid. Fucking jailbait.”
His confession tickles my stomach. “I’m not that much younger than you.”
“Enough to matter.” He slides his hand along my waist, and heat follows its path. “I waited a long time for this.”
I slant my eyes at him. “Dirk said you had my magazine spread.”
The muscle in his jaw moves attractively. “Dirk has a big mouth.”
Rolling onto my back, I scrub my hand over my forehead. “It was embarrassing. I am not fashion-model material.” My face heats as I remember how it went. “The photographer said he’d never shot a girl my size before.”
He props on his elbow, moving my hand away. “A healthy, gorgeous girl with sexy curves?”
“I’m pretty sure he meant I was fat.”
“Fuck that guy. You looked good. Really good.”
That old embarrassment melts in the warmth rising in my chest. “You’ve always looked really good to me.”
Leaning down, he seals his lips over mine gently, sliding our tongues together, and lighting my insides. His spicy, fresh scent surrounds me. Salt is on my tongue, and I thread my fingers in his soft hair. His rough hand slides down, over my hip, then between my legs.
His lips move into my hair. “Are you sore?”
“No.” I pull his shoulder so he’s on top of me, resting his weight on his elbows. I lift my knees and wrap them around his waist. “Fill me up.”
A quick kiss and he retrieves a fresh condom from the nightstand before rolling it on and resuming his position. Our mouths meet, tongues entwine, and a bubble of anticipation grows in my stomach. One long thrust, and my chin lifts with a moan.