I immediately comply, eagerly tugging off my clothes. I stand in my underwear as his eyes skim over me in such a way that it makes my mouth water.
“Amy, you look so perfectly fuckable.” His voice is almost a growl, and I feel the thrill of his words from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Perfectly fuckable. That was probably the weirdest yet sexiest compliment I’ve ever had in my life.
From his trouser pocket, he takes out his phone and wallet, setting them on my bedside cabinet next to his cufflinks, before undressing himself. His eyes don’t leave mine for more than a second as he removes his clothes, carefully folding them and setting them in a neat pile on my chair.
I greedily drink him in, my gaze ravaging every inch of exposed skin to the point of indecency, my insides squirming with desire. When he pulls off his boxer shorts—I notice he even folds those too—the sound that comes out of me is a cross between a grunt and a whimper. He is beautiful.
One side of his mouth kicks up into a knowing smile as he advances on me. I step back, my knees hitting the bed, because I’m not sure I’m ready for this. The heat I can see in his eyes promises something earth-shattering, and I need a couple of seconds to prepare myself for it.
My breathing hitches as he stops in front of me, hooking his finger under my chin, tilting my head up until my eyes meet his. The heat of his naked body against mine is so erotic that I feel a little shiver tickle down my spine. With his eyes on mine, he reaches around me, expertly unclasping my bra, sliding it off my shoulders and down my arms so slowly that it causes my skin to break out in goosebumps. I gulp as air hits my nipples. This is too much.
His gaze glides down my body as his bottom lip rolls up into his mouth, his eyebrows pinching together, and a sexy little groan of appreciation rumbles from his throat. I gasp, and my eyes widen as his hands roam my body, brushing against my hypersensitive skin, catching the elastic of my underwear and sensuously sliding them down over my hips.
As they drop to the floor, he kisses me. I melt against him, my arms looping around his neck as he guides me back onto the bed and settles himself on top of me. I feel his thickening arousal pressing against my thigh, and my core gives a needy clench.
He moves, kissing down my neck and across my collarbone before his mouth closes over my nipple, his teeth scraping lightly.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed.
He chuckles, his hot breath teasing my stomach as his tongue draws a line around my belly button before heading lower.
I try to prepare myself for it—I really do—but when his mouth gets to its desired destination, I let out a hissed curse, and my hips buck up. My hands fist into his hair as his arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in place as I start to wriggle, wanting to be away, wanting to be closer, just wanting.
Waves of pleasure roll over me as he expertly works his tongue, playing my body to perfection. I’m in heaven, and I writhe under him as it builds and builds. My back arches in ecstasy when he adds his fingers, pushing them inside me, adding to the tortuous, beautiful pleasure he’s creating. When he curls his fingers, rubbing my inner walls, I’m at the point where I’m about to lose my damn mind. My breath comes out in short, sharp pants. My moans grow obscene, but still, he doesn’t let up. He pins me there, lavishing attention on my body until I come so hard that I feel my whole body tense and my thighs shake around his head—exactly as he wanted.
When he pulls back, he grins as he sucks on his fingers and then wipes his mouth. I can’t speak. I’m done. I’m lost. He has officially killed me. My brain is mush.
When people don’t see me for a couple of days, they’ll be all, Hey, where’s that pink-haired chick who doesn’t stop talking? and then they’ll come to my flat, investigate, and find me dead, sprawled on the bed, a look of sheer and utter satisfaction on my face. What a way to go.
He pulls himself back up the bed, hovering over me as his mouth claims mine in a kiss that’s so hot that I feel the effects of it ripple through my spent body. The tangy taste of myself on his tongue as it strokes mine makes it even more erotic, and I moan into his mouth, clutching his body to mine, loving the heavy weight of him pinning me to the bed.
When he eases away and smirks down at me, obviously proud of himself, I feel my face flush. His eyes sparkle with both amusement and desire as he leans to the side and reaches for his wallet. I shake my head and raise one eyebrow. After what he just did to me, he deserves to lose his cool a bit too. I want to wipe that smug look from his face.
I wrap my arms around him and guide him onto his back, rolling on top of him and sitting up on his stomach, my hands on his chest. I can feel the hardness of him under me, and I can’t resist a quick grind on top of it. His smile grows as he slips one arm under his head, the picture of ease as he watches me, his other hand gently kneading my still-quivering thigh.
I look down at him as my fingers follow the lines of muscle on his stomach and the V line at his hips, and my nails rake through the spattering of hair beneath his navel. He is so sexy; it should be illegal. When I replace my hands with my mouth, peppering little kisses across his chest and stomach as I shimmy down his body, I feel his cool demeanour begin to slip. His muscles bunch as I head lower.
When I get to his impressive length, I wrap my hand around it and revel in the grunt he lets out as I stroke him. I lick my lips, looking it over, my mouth watering. When I flick my eyes up to his face, I see he’s watching me, his lips parted, his eyes tense, waiting to see what I’ll do. I smile seductively before leaning over, teasing the tip with my tongue. The muscles in his lower abdomen tense, and I grin in triumph.
Ah, not so relaxed now, Jared Stone!
When I take him into my mouth and suck gently, he hisses through his teeth and groans my name. The way he breathes my name is like another wave of pleasure for me too. I love it. So, I take that as encouragement and go to town, sucking on his hard length, stroking and squeezing my hand around the base at the same time. I lose myself in the act, trying different things, different pressures, my hands exploring, my tongue lavishing attention on him.
He’s propped himself up on his elbows, watching me, a look of sheer pleasure on his face. When he reaches down and scoops up my hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it in his fist so he can get a better view, I push down as far as I can, gagging as he hits the back of my throat and closing my eyes, which just makes him groan louder.
“Oh shit. You should stop. I’m not going to last five minutes with your mouth on me like that,” he growls, reaching for my hand.
But I don’t stop. I want to see him lose control too, as he made me. So, I push his hand away and suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks, pushing down deeper each time. His head drops back onto his shoulders, and his breathing quickens as I take him to the edge of the cliff. I feel so powerful at that moment, so desired. It’s incredibly hot.
After a few minutes, one of his hands goes to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he looks down at me through heavily lidded eyes. “Amy … I’m gonna …”
He tries to ease me away, but I don’t allow him to. Instead, I push down and close my eyes, gagging and repeating until he finally comes. I force myself to swallow and finally pull back, gasping for breath, my heart racing in my chest, my whole face tingling and flushed.