Wicked Sexy (Wicked Games #2)(55)

I growl and then kiss her deeply, still not moving my pelvis.

She starts to rock underneath me, flexing her hips so my cock slides in and out as she moves. I hiss in a breath at the feeling, my balls tightening, sweat breaking out on my chest.

Tabby digs her fingers into my ass and bites me on the neck.

I can’t help myself. I thrust into her, hard, a groan torn from my throat.

She makes an encouraging sound. Her bite gentles to a suck, her hands glide up my back. Her nipples skim my chest, twin points of pebbled flesh that need my mouth, and so I give it to them.

Tabby moans, bucking. “Yes,” she breathes, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh God, Connor, yes.”

Hot, concentrated pleasure coils at the base of my cock, an ache that pulses through my entire lower body. My thrusts become deeper, less controlled. My breathing turns to grunts and broken groans. She’s so wet I feel it on my thighs, and something about that drives me insane with lust.

I release her nipple, grab her by the hair, and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I hold her head in place as I f*ck her * and her mouth, driving deep, feeling the last of my control begin to unwind, only vaguely aware of the hollow echo of the headboard slamming against the wall.

“No—you can’t—in my mouth,” she pants, breaking free.

Dazed as I am, I don’t understand for a moment, but then with a push she rolls out from under me, flips around, shoves me to my back, straddles my face, and swallows my cock.

I lose myself. Thought ceases. My body strains up against her mouth. The sound of pleasure that breaks from my chest is loud and raw.

She draws up, sucking, and then furls her tongue around the head. Making a humming sound in her throat as if she’s pleased with me, how I taste and feel in her mouth, she lowers her head again and opens her throat so my entire cock is bathed in wet heat, all the way down to the base.

When she gently squeezes my balls, I bury my face into her * and unleash my tongue.

She squeals and shudders. I hold her tight against me with my forearms locked at her waist, my hands spread over her ass, and suckle her swollen clit. She starts a breathtaking assault on my cock, up and down, sucking relentlessly, falling into rhythm with my desperate upward thrusts.

I hold on with sheer force of will. The impulse to release pounds through me, growing with every stroke of her clever tongue, but I won’t let go until she does. I can tell by the trembling in her body, her noises and breathing, that she’s close.

I slide a hand down the curve of her ass and slip a finger into her wetness. She moans around my cock, an incredible sensation I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I let her ride my tongue and finger for a moment longer, feeling the tension in her cresting, almost ready to break, and then wet the thumb of my other hand.

I press it against the tight pink calyx between the cleft in her cheeks and push.

She comes almost instantly, shuddering and mewing, bucking against my mouth, completely abandoned to her pleasure. Her fist tightens around the base of my cock, stroking now in tandem with her tongue, and finally I can’t hold on anymore.

My orgasm is an explosion, ripping through me, tearing me apart. Wave after wave after wave and I’m convulsing, moaning into her spread legs, f*cking her mouth and eating her gorgeous *, knowing in some abandoned part of my soul there will never be anything as perfectly perfect as—

Her.

Us.

This.



Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms, stunned and silent, staring at the ceiling.

Finally, Tabby whispers, “Wow.”

I turn my head on the pillow and look at her. A grin spreads over my face. “You’re speechless, right?”

She sends me a sideways warning glance. “If you say ‘I have that effect on all the ladies,’ I’ll be forced to do something violent.” She pauses. “I can’t think of what exactly because my brain is taking a nice oxytocin and dopamine bath at the moment. But it will be bad, believe me.”

I roll to my side, gather her against me, and nuzzle my face into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll die happy, though.” My voice comes out thick, and for a second, I’m worried I’ve ruined this incredible moment by being a dumb, sappy f*ck.

Her legs tangle between mine. When she settles into my embrace, sighing contentedly, my worry eases.

After another moment, her voice drowsy and sated, she asks, “You have kind of a butt thing, don’t you?”

I burst out laughing. She raises her head and looks at me, a brow quirked.

I roll her to her back and throw my leg over her, relishing the simple fact that I can. “I have a thing for your butt, to be specific, yes,” I answer, grinning down at her.

Her cheeks flush. She turns her head and lowers her eyes, but I can see she’s pleased.

A thought occurs to me. “Would you want me to—”

“Fuck me in the ass?” she asks innocently.

I almost choke. “Jesus!” I say, racked with laughter. “Give a guy a second to make his point, would you?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh please, don’t tell me you’re shocked Mr. ‘I’m gonna get you naked and eat your * like it’s the last supper.’ That’s practically sacrilegious.”

It’s my turn to pretend innocence. “I’d never say a thing like that to a delicate flower such as yourself.”