Hell on Wheels (Black Knights Inc. #1)(74)

“Mmm, you’re such a nice man,” she giggled as she sprinkled hot kisses across his jaw and down his neck while her soft hands busied themselves by skating all over his chest.

His snort turned into a groan when her wet mouth landed on his left nipple. She flicked her tongue, back and forth like a wickedly erotic snake.

“I’m about as far away from nice as a man can get,” he managed, though speech was getting progressively more difficult given her emboldened caresses.

His wildest fantasies hadn’t come close to the truth of Ali. The woman liked sex, reveled in it, sought release with a single-minded determination usually only found in the male of the species. But she also gloried in his body, constantly running her hands over him in soft caresses, her mouth always at work, kissing, licking, gently biting, making sure to give as much pleasure as she took.

“Oh, you’re nice all right,” she raked her teeth across tough skin, causing every cell inside him to begin a slow humming vibration.

“You’re nice and muscular.” She highlighted her point by gently sinking her teeth into his right pectoral muscle. He groaned and ground his head against the pillow.

“You’re nice and sensitive.” She blew across his nipple, which snapped to happy attention. She grinned before she sucked it into her mouth.

Snaking one hand between their bodies, she gripped the swollen length of him in one soft palm. “You’re nice and big.” She chuckled when he drew in a ragged breath.

“But what I like best,” she lifted herself from his chest and positioned him against her, “is that you’re so very, very nice and hard.”

She slid down the length of him in one slow, gloriously sleek glide that had the top of his head lifting away.

Hard didn’t begin to describe his level of rigidity. Wood was hard, rock was hard, he, on the other hand, was so stiff a cat couldn’t scratch him.

Uncrossing his eyes was a bit of an effort, but totally worth it when he gazed up at her, looking like a naughty, fallen angel. Her golden hair was tousled and messy, her soft cheeks bright with color, her lips rosy and swollen and tilted up at the corners. And that goddamned red belly button jewel was winking in the light spilling from the bedside lamps, making him absolutely crazy.

He thought it couldn’t get much better. And then she began to move. A slow, undulating roll of her hips that instantly had his balls tightening, and he realized it got one whole hell of a lot better.

Oh man, he’d never make it. His release was already bubbling at the base of his spine and low in his groin. He’d promised her sixty minutes, but he’d be lucky to last sixty seconds with the way she was moving on him.

In defense, and with the notion that he better bring her up to speed real quick or she was going to be mighty disappointed, he placed his hand against the gentle curve of her lower belly. Working his calloused thumb into the top of her sex, he found the hot knot of nerves guaranteed to rocket her toward the moon.

Slowly he circled, pressed, and circled again. Then watched, mesmerized, as color stained her breasts and spread up her throat. With her head thrown back, her body arched in a delicate, feminine bow as she steadied herself by gripping his legs right above his knees, she abandoned herself to the ride.

And he could only glory in the wonder that was Ali.

Her first release slid through her, slow and warm as summer rain. The sound of his name sighing through her lips was the sweetest music he’d ever heard.

And suddenly, the only thought in his head was to taste her. Now.

Manacling her slender waist, he lifted her from her perch and lowered her against his face, her shaking thighs next to his ears.

“Nate!” she squeaked.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Y’said you wanted to ride me for an hour, but y’didn’t specify what kind of ride that’d be.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he cut off her protest as his palmed the globes of her ass and tilted her pelvis forward. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Soon, she was mewling and swinging her hips helplessly. When he caught the hot knot of her clitoris between his lips and stabbed it repeatedly with the point of his tongue, her buttocks clenched in his palms before she ground down into him and keened, “Nate!”

Yeah, baby, it’s Nate, he thought with deep, male satisfaction. It’s Nate giving you this wild pleasure. It’s Nate making you melt.

And it was a melting, a sweet feminine dissolve.

When the last vestiges of orgasm shivered through her, she pushed up, caught her lower lip between her teeth, and grinned down at him.

Uh-oh. There was that look again.

Before he had time to protest, she scooted down, straddled his hips, and sank onto him in one hard stroke that had his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. She leaned forward to brace her palms on the bed above his shoulders and dipped her tongue between his lips.

“Mmm, I taste good on you,” she purred, and he couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree. “And you’re going to taste good on me, too.” He groaned at the thought of her sucking him into the hot, wet world of her mouth. “But for right now, I have something different in mind.”

She gave his lips one final nip before she pushed up from his chest, and he could see the wickedly mischievous light shining in her slumberous eyes. Then she reached back, cupped his heavily aching balls, and swiveled her hips back and forth in a vigorous stroking that brought new meaning to the word pleasure.