Bait (Wake, #1)(56)

“Yes. There. God.” She panted and I felt the inside of her milk my hand, trying to grab her orgasm and hold onto it. My body—the delivery vehicle. Best job ever.

As her grip weakened, I slid down her, placing my knees on the floor. My hands never left her and as she came down from her come-high, I paired her soaked * with my mouth. And it tasted like she'd sounded a few seconds ago. All sex and desire. She was just as sweet as I remembered. Maybe more.

I couldn't fight the urge anymore and reached for the switch on the bedside table next to me. The light was dim, but still shocking in comparison to the darkness, which her eyes were adjusted to. I blinked a few times, trying to bring my focus back and when the haze cleared, I would have sworn she was a mirage.

Creamy flushed skin, legs spread for me, her center glistening from her release and the pinkest nose I'd ever seen. I wanted her to come in my mouth before I took her, but I had to taste her lips first. Seeing the look of ecstasy on her face was all it took. I climbed up the bed on my knees, as fast as I could, and grabbed her face with both hands and dove in.

When I finally pulled away she said, “You wanted a kiss, too.”

“That's not all I want.” I picked her up with one arm and dragged her up the bed so she was almost sitting up on the over-sized pillows against the headboard.

Then I returned to my previous mission.

She smiled and ran a lazy hand through my hair. I winked at her and smiled back.

“There's the Casey I know,” she sang.

I placed kisses all around her naval and told her, “I have lots of Caseys. Pick the one you like.”

I went to work on her tender flesh and in minutes she was coming again.

She either had a hair-trigger g-spot, or I knew her body instinctually, or I was just really good. I'd sort of hoped it was all three.

When she'd finished the second time she leaned forward and pulled me to her for another kiss. Kissing her with her wetness on my mouth was about all I could take. As she licked and playfully bit at my bottom lip, I sat down and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. After two orgasms she was dripping wet and sank down with only minimal effort. Her body enveloped me.

We sat witness to each other as she rode me slowly. She was a sight. The sweat beaded down her neck. It ran across her chest to the dip between her breasts. The way her eyebrows subtly drew to each other when she felt me touch end of her. The flutter of her lashes. She was art in motion.

“You're so beautiful, Blake,” I said, looking up into her eyes as she rose and fell with a hypnotizing rhythm. I brushed her hair back over her shoulders and pulled what was left of her ponytail out.

“I think you are, too,” she said softly.

If I wasn’t busy having sex—correction, being ridden expertly by a goddess—I would have put up more of a protest at being called beautiful, or almost being called that anyway, but I didn’t have it in me.

Her speed picked up as she moaned and brought her forehead to my shoulder.

“Condoms,” she urgently said, “We need a condom.” But she continued to grind on me like it was her job.

We need a condom? Shit.

God, she feels good around my cock.

We hadn’t used one before or ever talked about it, for that matter.

Mother of God, that shit’s tight.

I supposed it was due to the fact that around her, my dick had a one-track mind. And the goddamned track was a one-way headed straight for her perfect *.

“Really? We never used one before,” I reminded her.

She stilled. “I know,” she panted as she kissed my shoulder. “That was stupid. I mean, I’m clean—”

I interrupted with, “I’m clean, too. Are you on birth control?” That was the last thing our f*cked up arrangement needed.

“Yes, but I go for my shot next week. Better safe than sorry,” she told me. “Is that okay?”

I whispered, “I have one, but it's all the way over there.” I’d made it sound like it was all the way in China, but I didn’t want to stop. She felt too good.

“Let's go there then. Unless you want to pull out.”

That wasn't going to f*cking happen. Not because I wouldn’t, but because I couldn’t.

“Okay.” My hands under her thighs, I lifted her and scooted us to the end of the bed. “Hold on to me.”

Her arms tightened around my neck and she linked her feet behind me. I walked the few steps to where my pants were on the floor. I knelt and laid her onto her back. She just watched me, her face dreamy and sex-drugged.

“Are you all right?” I asked, just to make sure.

She nodded. “I'll be better when you put your dick back in me.”

You dirty little thing, you.

However, the naughty things she said didn't sound just right coupled with her innocent voice. The combination made it funny and I stifled a laugh.

“We're going to have to work on your dirty talk, honeybee.”

She shrugged and watched with rapt attention as I rolled the condom onto my hard cock. I leaned forward and positioned myself at her entrance and said, “Want to stay down here?”

“I don't care. Please, just f*ck me.”

All right, that was much better.

In fact, it was f*cking perfect. I didn't hesitate, pushing myself forward into her. I wasn’t going to last very long. With every thrust she met me. My pace built and she dug into my ass, notifying me she was close again, too.