He hissed with approval as he took deep pulls on her nipples, alternating from one to the other, sucking so hard her breasts pulsed with pleasure. When he slid a hand between her legs and cupped her mound, another shockwave hit, so intense she could barely stay upright.
Whimpering, she grabbed his hair, yanked his head up, and brought their mouths together in a violent kiss. As her hands clawed at his belt, AJ’s laughter tickled her lips.
“Someone’s feeling eager,” he murmured.
“Hell yeah.”
He intercepted her hand before she could undo his belt buckle. “Hmmm. Then maybe I should make you wait.”
“Why on earth would you do that?” she demanded.
“Maybe I want to hear you beg.”
Brett shot him a smug look. “That’s not going to happen. I don’t beg.”
“No?”
“Nope. I just take what I want.” With that, she shoved his hand away and pulled the strip of leather free from the buckle. “And what I want right now is you. Naked. Got a problem with that?”
Chapter Four
As the impatient woman in front of him skillfully stripped him of his clothes, only one thought ran through AJ’s head—no more Mr. Nice Guy.
Oh no, there was nothing nice about what he was doing right now. He’d brought a beautiful woman home for the sole purpose of fucking her brains out, and damned if that wasn’t the most liberating sensation on the planet. He didn’t have to be the good guy tonight. Didn’t have to be polite or take it slow or worry about the repercussions. Brett’s eagerness made it clear that she wanted this as much as he did.
Their clothing disappeared in the blink of an eye. His pants and shoes were kicked away; her jeans and panties skidded across the living room floor. Brett’s smooth, naked flesh assaulted his vision, making his mouth go dry and his heartbeat race.
Just as he’d anticipated, her ink wasn’t confined to her arms. Her left thigh boasted an exquisite koi fish done in brilliant greens and blues, while her right hip was covered with a row of text written in meticulous cursive. And her feet—she had two pale blue sparrows tattooed on the top of each graceful foot, and it was the hottest frickin’ thing he’d ever seen in his life.
She wasn’t overly curvy, but soft in all the right places, and his arousal soared to a whole new dimension as he yanked her toward him and pressed their naked flesh together. He reached down to cup her ass, giving it a light squeeze that drew a tortured noise from her lips.
Christ. There were so many things he wanted to do to her he didn’t even know where to begin. As his heart pounded and his brain turned to jelly, AJ decided to just start from the top and work his way south.
Breathing hard, he nudged her to the overstuffed couch and pointed to the cushions. “Lie down.”
He didn’t have to ask twice—she was on her back in a nanosecond, her legs parting enticingly as she stretched out on the sofa.
AJ covered her body with his, then propped himself on his elbows and slid lower so he was at eye level with her breasts. Lord, those breasts. Small and plump, with the prettiest nipples he’d ever seen.
“You have the sweetest tits,” he mumbled.
He rubbed his mouth over one distended bud, enjoying the way it tickled his lips. His cock was harder than granite, heavy against Brett’s thigh and throbbing so badly he worried he might actually come if Brett’s leg so much as twitched. He distracted himself from the fiery ache below by capturing one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the rigid pink bud.
He was being much rougher than usual, and he tried to rein himself in, to be tender and sweet and nice, but goddamn it, he couldn’t. He wanted to devour her.
Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind. Not one bit.
“God, keep doing that,” she pleaded when he shifted to her other nipple and took a gentle bite.
He did it again, and again, until she was squirming beneath him, rocking her hips in a blatant attempt to deepen the contact. His erection brushed her slippery folds each time her eager body arched upward, and the temptation to slide into her was so strong he had no choice but to eliminate it by moving lower.
His mouth left her breasts—and discovered an even greater temptation.
“Hell,” he said hoarsely. “You’re perfect.” He dragged a finger up and down her slit, groaning when he glimpsed the sparkle of moisture at her entrance. “So fucking pretty.”
He planted a kiss directly on her clit and enjoyed the way she gasped. She spread her legs wider, granting him full access to explore, and AJ’s brain stopped working altogether as he buried his face between her thighs. Given her earlier response to his rough ministrations, it didn’t surprise him in the slightest that she liked the less than gentle approach more than the teasing one. She whimpered at each soft lick, but moaned like crazy when he sucked deeply on her clit. She sighed when he stroked her opening with one finger, but cried out in delight when he pushed it into her hot channel and fingered her with fervor.
Her inner muscles clamped around him, sending a bolt of anticipation straight to his cock. She was so damn tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
But he wanted to make her come first.
“Don’t keep me waiting, angel—come on my tongue. I need it.” Christ, he did. Needed it so bad he could barely breathe.
He swiped his tongue over her clit, slipping a second finger into her pussy as he lost himself in the taste of her, in the throaty noises she was making and the sharp sting of her fingers in his hair as she tried to hold him in place.
“I’m close,” she squeezed out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Ha. Stop? Like that was even possible. He was so turned on, so consumed with the need to feel her pulsing on his tongue, that not even the Jaws of Life could have pried him off her. And when she started to convulse, pure male satisfaction coursed through his veins. He rode out the orgasm with her, his tongue toying with her clit as it swelled and pulsated from her release.
When she grew still, AJ raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He took in her glazed eyes, limp body, and unstable breathing, and a smile sprang to his lips.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, her sigh of pleasure heating the air between them. “That was so good. I’m going to make you do that at least five more times before the night is over. I hope you know that.”
He laughed. “Demanding, aren’t we?”
“Dude, if I’d known you were this talented, I wouldn’t have hesitated earlier about bringing you home. Seriously, I want to lock you in my bedroom closet and put your tongue to use whenever I’m stressed out.”
With another chuckle, he planted one last kiss on her mound before rising to his feet. His cock jutted out eagerly and slapped his navel, as if to say my turn. But his pants—and the condom in his wallet—were all the way across the room, and he was hurting too damn bad to make the trek at the moment.
“Sit up,” he said in a low voice.
She obeyed without question, her dark eyes blazing with unabashed lust as he fisted his cock and gave it a slow pump.
He’d never jerked off in front of a woman before, but the hitch in Brett’s breath told him she liked seeing him do it. So he didn’t stop. He tightened his grip around his shaft, moving his hand in long, hard strokes that made his balls tingle and his knees weak.