A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(54)

I reach up and clasp her wrist. “I want this. I want you. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“But you don’t do relationships.”

“But what I can’t do is be without you. These past two weeks have been torture. I’m sure my palms are chafed because my dick is infatuated with you. I’m not saying it will be easy going, but I want to try.”

And there it is. I’ve said it. I hope I don’t live to regret it.

One half of her mouth curls into a lopsided smile. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get into my pants?”

I smirk. “Oh, I want in. And I won’t ever lie to you, Sam. You can trust that. I don’t think I have from the beginning.”

She contemplates this. “So what … you’re my boyfriend now?”

Cringing, I shrug. “Call it what you want, but I’m calling you mine.”

I don’t wait; it’s been too long as it is. I take the wrists that I still hold and move them around me. Then, I cup the back of her neck and draw her to me. Her taste explodes on my tongue like a grenade. I’m lost not knowing how I found myself in this place. What is it about her that makes me want more than I ever have?

She moves closer, creating friction on my dick and I want inside her, now. I release gadgets on her clothes to divest her of them. She’s just as eager, nimble fingers working my shirt out of my shorts as she stands in a lacy bra and underthings that aren’t more than ribbons of fabric connected together.

“Jesus, Sam, I need to see all of you.”

She isn’t halfway done, so I help her out by covering her hands and pulling my shirt over my head. Her hands course over my skin and drop to the fly of my shorts. She has me freed before I have to help. Her hand wraps around my dick possessively and, f*ck me, I almost shoot off.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask.

She drops to her knees and I lean back on the wall weak with anticipation. She flicks out her tongue and tastes what’s waiting for her.

“Fuck, Sam, take it all in, baby.”

Her mouth opens and my hand finds her hair as I feed my cock down her throat. I’ve never felt on the verge of coming this quick in the process. But she’s watching me like she wants to see my expression.

“Relax,” I say watching her eyes begin to water.

I pull back giving her room to breathe before I cup the back of her head and guide her forward again. I want to see her swallow me whole as I empty myself down her throat. But her eyes plead with me once again and I pull back starting to create a rhythm.

“Breathe, darling.”

Her hand reaches around the base and begins to twist, working me as we do this back and forth. I want to last all day but she’s too f*cking perfect to believe.

“I’m going to come, baby, if you want to pull back …”

She’s different than any girl I’ve been with. I don’t want to presume she’ll swallow, although if she doesn’t we’ll work on that. But she surprises me. Her little hands move in time with her mouth. And I find she’s taken over. I don’t let go of her hair because, Jesus f*ck, my balls begin to pump out my orgasm like a ginormous water gun.

“Yeah, baby, don’t stop,” I say thinking I will come forever.

When I’m done she swirls her tongue around the crown as if to get every last drop. I draw my hips back from the sensation that’s too much for me to handle. I grip her hair and pull her free as my semi-hard cock pops from her mouth.

I bend down and scoop her up. “Your turn.”

When I toss her gently on the bed, she lands with a little squeal. It’s cute, but not what I want to hear. “Get ready to scream.”

I tug her ankles, pulling her * closer to the edge as I kneel down in front of her. She’s just as pretty down here, all pink and ready for me.

“You’re so f*cking wet.”

“Ben, don’t tease me.”

It’s the first thing she’s had a chance to say. “I don’t intend to. Hold on.”

I part her glistening folds and lap at the sweetness there. I flick my tongue on the tiny bud that’s swollen and in need of a little attention.

Her back bows off the bed and I’m only getting started. I curl a finger in her and search for the nub inside. When my finger strokes across it, she lets out a moan. I’ve found both targets, so I slip another finger inside as I begin to suck at her flesh. I learn what she likes when she fists the sheets in her hands and cries out with abandon. I want inside her, but I need more time. Plus, she needs this first orgasm. I lick and flick and thrust with my fingers as I f*ck her dickless until she’s begging for climax. My cock surges to life by the sounds she makes. I cover her clit and stroke it with my tongue while furiously finger f*cking her. Her tight * clamps around my fingers as she finds her release. And as promised, she screams.

Once she goes boneless, I flip her on her stomach and leave her legs hanging over the edge. I reach under her and lift up her hips, urging her on her knees. Then I line up my dick and I’m inside before I realize no condom.

“Fuck.”

The word means all kinds of things as I berate myself from the oversight. But I also curse because damn if it doesn’t feel like heaven. I pull out and find my pants.

“What’s wrong?” she calls out.