Play Maker(27)

“Oh James,” Nicole moaned and my name had never sounded so good. She drew back her head and her eyes were fire. “Don’t tease.”

I grinned. “But baby.” I cupped her bare ass, pulling her even harder against me, my cock pressing against her sweet spot. Her eyes fluttered closed. “You like being teased.”

Grabbing my hair, she pulled my mouth back to hers, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, her kiss frantic with need. I was starting to feel a bit frantic myself and somehow I navigated us towards the bed. I wanted her naked and spread for me. And I wanted it now.

But when I laid her out on the bed, she grabbed the collar of my torn, button-less shirt and pulled me down on top of her. I didn’t resist, savoring the way her soft, supple curves felt against me. And for a moment, I lost myself in the sensation of her hips arching up against me and the press of her perfect tits against my chest.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed those clothes of hers gone. Now.

She let out a moan of frustration as I braced my arms on either side of her body and lifted myself from her, from the bed. Somehow, she had managed to get my belt unbuckled and pants unbuttoned. I didn’t have any qualms about getting rid of both, also tossing my ruined shirt onto the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.

My ego – and other parts of me – swelled as Nicole’s eyes widened. Her hands reached for me, but I was more interested in finishing the work I had started with the buttons on her shirt. Grabbing her wrists, I locked my fingers around them, stretching them over her head, pinning them to the mattress. Then with my other hand, I made quick work of both her vest and her shirt. When the black fabric finally fell away, revealing the gorgeous round curves of her breasts, nipples alert and straining against the red lace bra, my heart damn near stopped.

“You like?” Nicole asked throatily, arching her chest up towards me, her tits f*cking perfect.

I groaned and immediately lowered my mouth to taste them. I swirled my tongue over the lace, feeling the pearled tip of her nipple grow harder against my mouth. The sensation of lace and skin against my tongue was intoxicating and from the way Nicole moaned and undulated beneath my touch, I could tell it was just as intense for her. Unable to get enough, I moved to the other nipple, my free hand lifting and cupping the abandoned breast, my thumb strumming the pearled tip, damp from my ministrations.

And still, I wanted more. Sliding my hand down her tensed stomach, I found the button of her pants. With a flick of my finger, I undid the black slacks. I traced the line of her thong and I hooked a finger against the lace, revealing that it was the same red as the bra she wore.

“You look good in red,” I told her, her heavy lidded eyes watching me, her lips parted and panting. Then I slipped my hand lower, finding the fabric between her legs soaked. This time, however, I didn’t want anything between my touch and her body. I released her hands and made quick work of her trousers and thong, tossing them onto the pile of growing clothes. She shed her shirt, vest and bra, lying back against the bed, perfectly and gloriously naked.

I could have drank her like a good wine, the sight of her caused my cock to strain against my briefs even more then I thought humanly possible. Her body was a wonder, all smooth skin and dangerous curves. I was starting to think I’d never get enough of it.

My hand returned to her smooth stomach, my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangled as my hand reached downward, seeking and finding her ready for me. My finger teased the crux of her thighs before slipping inside. She moaned, her mouth torn from mine.

I found her ear, my tongue tracing the soft shell. “You’re so wet,” I murmured, another finger sliding inside of her. “So f*cking wet.” My thumb found her clit and she arched off the bed, her hips thrusting my fingers even deeper. I stroked her, lowering my head to take a nipple into my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of her, and she seemed more than eager to let me, her hands digging into the bed, her body undulating under my touch. My thumb pressed against her clit, my fingers riding the thrust of her hips, until I felt her body clench and a moan erupted from her mouth.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she cried out as her orgasm hit, a shudder rushing over her body, a shudder I could feel deep inside her. Goddamn. If I hadn’t been hard as hell already, that sound would have done it.

I didn’t even wait for the aftershocks to pass before I moved down the bed and resettled myself between her knees. This time, it was my tongue that found her clit.

Her fingers fisted in my hair, her greedy hands pressing me against her as I eagerly lapped at her wetness, my mouth making a feast of her body. My tongue lavished attention on her clit, her arched back and breathless sighs, indicating her enthusiastic approval. I could have gone down on her all night, but it wasn’t long before another orgasm tore through her, my fingers clutching her hips as I licked and nibbled until she collapsed on the bed, her legs limp around my shoulders.

I didn’t even bother to hide my satisfied smile as I lifted my head. We were nowhere near done and the way Nicole was eying me, her expression a combination of bliss and desire, I knew there was no rest for the wicked.

“Come here,” she ordered, and I obeyed, settling my body on top of hers. Her pert nipples pressed against my bare chest, her legs already spread wide, hands guiding my hips between her own. She protested when she realized I was still wearing my briefs.

“Off,” she demanded, but I wasn’t quite ready.