Fireball (Cheap Thrills #1)(34)

This wasn’t my normal style of interaction with a man. I needed time, I needed to build a connection, I needed to make sure. Dave Bell was different. We had an instant connection that had been built and solidified on a handful of interactions. He’d proven himself with his actions and remembering important details I’d rambled to him days ago. He’d done it by watching out for my sister and niece. He’d made it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere through many things like the details of the tattoo and arresting me when I was being stubborn. And he’d also subtly pointed out our similarities and compatibility without even realizing it, giving me one of the things I needed to take the next step with him. I wanted this, and I wanted it badly. And not for one second did I think everything we’d shared so far was purely so he could have what I was about to give him.

Dropping my hands, I undid the button on my shorts and pulled the zipper down, blushing in the darkness at how loud it was. Big hands joined mine, and in seconds my shorts were moving down my hips, then down my legs, and then they were gone, somehow missing my new tattoo completely.

Focusing back on me, he kissed down my neck and chest until he got to my breasts. “Lean back, Tab,” he rasped, nudging me with his chin until I lowered myself down onto the counter. Not saying another word, he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue before moving over to the other one.

From my position, it was slightly awkward, but I managed to undo his belt ignoring the pain in my sore hand, then the button on his jeans, followed by his zipper. As I pulled the tab down, my knuckles skimmed over his hard length caught in his boxers, getting a groan from him that vibrated into my chest.

“If you do that, this will go a lot quicker than I planned,” he warned, gently rubbing his teeth across the hard tip of my nipple, making my back arch off the cold marble.

“I don’t care if it’s quick,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his ass and pulling him closer to me. This was a genius move because it made it easier for me to grip his cock in my hand, something which made me groan this time.

The jersey material of his boxers made it hard for my fingers to meet, but to be honest I wasn’t even sure if they would, anyway. Apparently the size of his dick was in perfect ratio to his height, the size of his feet which were massive, and the size of his hands. I’d suspected it when we were in the pool, but now I had the proof (almost) right there.

Now that I’d had the thought, I needed to find out if my fingers could touch. I also wanted to know if he was as soft as he felt through his underwear. Trailing my fingertips up his length slowly, I moved to the elastic waistband and hooked my fingers under it. This was where I felt nervous – what if the elastic snapped out of my hand and caught his dick? That would hurt and completely ruin the mood, and if I didn’t get him inside me I’d explode. Vibrating Dave wasn’t going to fix the problem I had tonight.

Determined, I pulled it down, running my hand around the inside to make sure the rest of it had moved far enough down that it wouldn’t move back up into a cock snapping nightmare. When I was sure, I went back to the front and gave it a sharp tug, leaving it to rest under his balls.

Moving my hand back to where it had been before, I froze when I felt it. It wasn’t that my fingers didn’t meet that was the problem, it was that they weren’t even close. I couldn’t see it sure, but I would have been able to feel it if they were – and they were not.

“Keep squeezing like that, Tab, and we’re not going to get too far.” In my panic to get answers, I hadn’t realized that I was gripping him tightly and that my hand kept shifting each time I tried to touch my fingers together. Whoops!

The little devil on my shoulder made me do it again, intrigued by how far I could push him before he snapped. The catalyst for the snapping turned out to be the next squeeze.

I’d just tightened my hand when I lost my grip on his cock and his mouth from my nipple, as it moved to right between my legs. There was no noise, no skimming down my stomach, just the plop of my nipple as it left his mouth while he was still sucking it, and then my thighs were on his shoulders, and his tongue was sweeping up my center.

“Holy shit!” I gasped, my eyes opening to look into the darkness and hardly seeing anything.

I wasn’t a confident person, I didn’t stand in front of the mirror and see anything special, so sex in the dark shouldn’t have been a hardship. Except it was, it really fucking was. I wanted to look down and see his blonde hair between my legs, I wanted to see his blue eyes flick up at me as he licked like he was doing at that moment, I wanted to see the picture my thighs made resting on his shoulders.

With each touch heightened by the darkness, I drew the picture in my head instead. Every skim of his tongue felt different, his hands gently rubbing along the outside of my thighs then moving inward to open my legs wider felt a thousand times more intense. Then he moved his right hand up toward the top of my slit, his thumb delving between my folds to find my clit and finding it immediately as his tongue pushed into me.

There was something about that which made him groan, and I found out what it was right then. “You taste amazing,” he told me, stabbing his tongue back into me. “Fuck, Tab.”

It wasn’t flowery words, it wasn’t romantic – it was carnal and raw. The depth of his groan enhanced them, as did his determined flicks and jabs into me, while his thumb never stopped its gentle rubbing on the bundle of nerves once.