Long Ball(55)

He clicks his tongue, admonishing me. “Now, now, Rachel. You were doing so well at being a bad girl. But this is good girl behavior. I can’t have any of that.”

He peels one hand off, and then the other. Then he holds my wrists tight as he gazes down at me. He drinks me with his eyes. Takes in every inch of my bare skin before spreading his hand over my chest and pressing me until my back hits the mattress.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His fingers burn up my sides on their way to my breasts.

Alex’s words float through my mind. She was right. “You’re corrupting me.”

“No.” He nibbles my collarbone and licks his way to my nipple. I arch beneath him, desperately wanting him to suck it, suck both of them into that hot mouth and devour me whole.

“No?” Because I feel totally corrupted. Totally unlike the me that I usually am.

I gasp when he takes a nipple and rasps his tongue across the tip before sucking hard, rolling it in his mouth sending sharp stabs of pleasure from my nipple to my clit.

“I’m not corrupting you, Rachel. I’m just going to f*ck you for a few hours.”

A few hours? All the tension leaves my body at once, melting me to the bed.

His weight presses me into an even bigger puddle of want, but then his lips claim mine with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing, and every muscle in me tenses at once. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him tighter to me.

His teeth close on my tongue, the pain shocking my eyes open, and he lets me pull it from his mouth but I’m forced to drag it against his teeth to get free.

But when I get free, I want it again.

“Bite me, naughty girl.”

Tentatively, I nip his lip and he grins. I want it again, want him to bite me, so I thrust my tongue in his mouth, forcing the kiss deeper with my hand on the back of his neck. He presses his cock against my clit through my panties and when I gasp he drags his teeth down my tongue again.

My heart stutters in my chest and thunders when he releases it.

It’s like an adrenaline rush more than straight pleasure, but the combination makes me frantically grind my hips against him. My skin’s on fire with a need I’ve never felt before.

“What’s your hurry?” His words are teasing, taunting.

“I’m ready for you.” I’m so ready I can’t stand it.

“Are your pretty pink panties soaking wet?”

“Yes. Soaking. I want you. Now.” I nibble his earlobe, proud of how shamelessly I can say that to him.

He pulls back and kisses his way down my chest. My belly quivers beneath his lips when he gets there. “I’ll f*ck you when I’m ready.”

No, I want to scream. Now. I need him now.

He grips my panties in his teeth and drags them down my legs. I’m not even ashamed of my nakedness or that I haven’t trimmed things recently. I’m too filled with longing and aching desire. And now that I’m stripped, I’m hoping relief will come soon.

But Dylan takes his time.I might combust.

My calves tighten then relax in his palms when he starts kissing his way back up my legs. “See, we hardly know each other. I need to know what sounds you make when I kiss you here”—he presses his lips against the delicate crease where my inner thigh meets my body, and my breath rushes from my lungs—“or what your spine does when I lick you here.” His tongue wanders up one side of my seam and down the other.

It arches. My spine arches and my eyes slam shut when he licks me there.

My hands turn to fists when he sucks my labia into his mouth.

My toes curl when he releases them and flicks his tongue back and forth across my clit in fast, teasing licks before locking his mouth around it and working me into a quivering, gibbering mess with his lips and tongue.

I don’t know how long he keeps me teetering on the brink like that. It feels like forever. I can’t take any more, and move to sit up, weakly flapping my hands at his shoulders to push him away.

He growls, and slaps my hands away. “I’m not finished. Your * is so f*cking sweet, I want you to come on my tongue.”

That’s way raunchier than I’m used to, and the shock of the words nudges me closer to the edge. When he starts humming in time to the fingers he plunges inside me and curls against a spot I’ve only ever found while alone with my vibrator, I shatter, unraveling beneath him in gasps pulsing to the rhythm of the white-hot pleasure he’s creating with his hands and mouth and my body.

“Now, Rachel. Now you’re ready to be f*cked.”

Eyes still closed, I nod and spread my legs wider, pliant, his. “Yes, please.”

He settles beside me. “Oh, no. You’re so goddamn sexy right now, all relaxed and pink with contentment. I want to watch you f*ck me.”

“What?” I’ve only been on top once and that was in a very dark room when I’d had too much merlot. Any buzz I have left in me is from pleasure, the wine long since burned off with adrenaline. Discomfort slinks into my post-orgasmic haze, but the sight of him stretched out next to me with that thick cock reaching for the ceiling kills it.

I want that inside me. Now.

But what do I do? “I don’t…I’m not used…”

He grins and puts on a condom before holding out his hands. “Come here.”