Wherever It Leads(36)

“Sorry,” I grin, my cheeks flushing.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s nice thinking you like looking at me.”

“Of course I do. Who wouldn’t?”

“For the record,” I say, shifting so I’m right behind him, “It’s just one of the things I like about you.” I take his beefy shoulders in my hands and knead them back and forth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, hanging his head. “That feels f*cking good.”

He doesn’t know how good it feels to have him under my hands, to feel his skin move beneath mine. He’s a layer of silky skin stretched over the hardest muscle fibers I’ve ever felt. I’m certain I could get off just touching him.

“Oh,” he groans as I move to the back of his neck. The timbre of his voice shoots straight through me.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

I let my breasts brush against his back. He rocks back against me, increasing the contact.

“Well, I like this too,” I breathe. “I love feeling your body in my hands.”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do.”

Skirting to the side, letting my nails drag across his skin as I climb off the bed, I stand before him again. “Stand up.”

He does as I ask, unfolding himself to his full height. I watch as his abs move and his V becomes apparent. I bite my lip and try not to grin.

My fingers find his belt buckle and I deftly undo it. My knuckles brush against his cock, swollen and rock hard. I fumble with the button on his pants. He shoos my hands away and undoes it himself, dropping his pants and kicking them off with his shoes and boxers to the side.

I suck in a breath as I take him in completely for the very first time. I do what he does to me: start at his face, at his deep grey eyes, and let my eyes feast on every inch of his lean, tight body. When I make it to his cock, I can’t go any farther.

My mouth goes dry as I realize how big—and how hard—he is. I’ve always been bad at math, but he’s the biggest of any man I’ve ever been with.

I force a swallow passed the dryness in my throat and let my gaze be pulled to his face again. “Sit,” I order. He complies.

Bending, I place my hands on his shoulders. I lower my lips to his and he’s waiting. His lips move immediately against mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. He bites gently, hard enough to nearly make me yelp. He releases it, licking the spot he bit and then kissing me with all he has.

His hands are on the backs of my legs again, pulling me into his body. I tug his hair, angling his head back.

“Brynne . . .” he groans through his assault. “For the love of God.”

“Ah,” I moan in his mouth, straddling his leg. I grind my * against his leg, dropping my hand to his cock. His breathing is stuttered, his body moving with every breath he takes. He tilts his pelvis, my hand sliding down his cock. I can feel his body tense, as needy as mine.

I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his length. He’s huge, for sure, but it’s how hard he is that blows my mind. Glancing up at him, I lick my lips seductively. He chuckles in disbelief.

“I’m not sure who I need to thank for you losing your phone,” he grins as I squeeze him from base to tip, “But I’d like to let them know I can never thank them enough.”

I run my tongue along the head of his shaft before sucking the head into my mouth. He pushes more into my mouth, growling.

His hands find my hair as I suck him deeper. My tongue rolls around his cock, massaging it.

I squeeze the base and pull up the length, the solidness making my * clench. I run my mouth down and back up him, swirling around the head at the top. Finding a rhythm, my breasts bouncing against his leg, he begins to swell.

Before I know it, he pushes away.

“Hey!” I say, looking up at his face.

Fenton grabs me under my thighs, his biceps flexing under the lights, and lifts me so that I’m sitting on him, my legs extended behind him on either side. We’re face to face, chest to chest, * to cock.

He’s pressed against my clit and I undulate my hips so that it rocks against his hardness.

“I wanted to suck you off,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed. The feeling of him against my wetness is incredible, and I work myself against him relentlessly.

“There is no way you’re ever going to make me come without you getting yours first.”

“But—”

He hushes me with a slow, sensual kiss. I feel his hand between my legs and I shift back. Before I can wrap my head around it, prepare for it, his cock slides into me in one long, hard thrust.

“Shit,” I purr. A rush of blood slams into my brain, making everything oversensitive and fuzzy at the same time. He grabs my ass and glides in and out of me, his cock hitting the very back with every exquisite shot.

“Do you like that?” he taunts, his cock coated with my wetness. “Does that feel good to you?”

“Oh. My. Fuck.”

I force my eyes open to see his face. His features are pulled together, a look of complete and utter lust written all over him.

His shoulders move with each movement, his cock swells again inside me. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, lacing them together, and holding on as he finds a tempo that is a state of nirvana.