Beautifully Cruel (Beautifully Cruel #1)(48)

I rise and stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. “You’re not in charge here.”

“No? Hmm.” Her gaze drops to the bulge behind my zipper. “You could’ve fooled me.”

Suppressing a grin, I grasp my hard dick through the fabric of my slacks. “You want to play a game? It’s called ‘See Who Breaks First.’ Spoiler alert: you’ll lose.”

Her voice stays calm, but I see the excitement in her eyes. “You’re awfully confident. Overconfident, I think.”

She parts her knees, opening her legs so she’s exposed, pink, wet, and ready.

I stare down at her. Lust crashes over me like an ocean wave. A needy growl builds in the back of my throat.

She whispers, “That’s what I thought.”

I rip off the rest of my clothing before she could count to three, then settle myself between her spread thighs. I don’t enter her, though. I just press our bodies together, balance my weight on my elbows, and frame her head in my hands.

“I’m not the only overconfident one here,” I murmur, nuzzling her throat. When a little involuntary shudder passes through her body, I hide my grin in her neck.

She slides her hands down my back, gently exploring, then slides them up again and sinks her fingers into my hair. She gazes up at me with hot eyes and a half smile.

With a slight roll of her hips, she says, “So this game of yours. See Who Breaks First. How does it work?”

Her heat and wetness slide against my hard cock, making it throb. Amazed by her, I shake my head. “I think you know already.”

She pretends innocence as she shifts her upper body so her hard nipples graze my chest. “I don’t. I really have no idea.”

She smiles.

I hungrily kiss that smile from her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue and delving deep.

She does the melting thing she does every time I kiss her, sighing into my mouth, her limbs automatically relaxing. Her fingers tighten in my hair.

I flex my hips so my hard cock rubs against the swollen little nub of her clit. She gasps but tries to stifle it.

Bending my head to her breast, I whisper, “No? No idea at all?”

I suck her nipple into my mouth, feeling a savage rush of satisfaction when she moans and arches into me. When I test that nipple with my teeth, she exhales with a shudder and rocks her pelvis into mine.

“So perfect,” I whisper, squeezing the lush fullness of her breast as I lap at her nipple. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. I love how you respond to me.”

She says my name, the barest whisper of need. It makes me want to let rip a Tarzan yell and beat my fists on my chest.

Then we start to play.

Fingers lazily stroking. Tongues gently lapping. The sound of rushing heartbeats and quickening breaths. My skin mists with sweat as need and hunger grow, but I hold myself back, resisting the drumbeat in my blood growing louder and more insistent with every teasing roll of her hips against mine.

She’s warm and plush underneath me, soft everywhere I’m hard. The sensation of her thighs wrapped around my waist and her bare breasts pressed against my chest makes me feel like a mindless animal.

I want to shove my dick deep into her wet heat and start pounding, but instead I dig my fingers into her ass and start to talk to her, whispering everything I feel.

How much I crave her.

How crazy she makes me.

How not seeing her is torture, and how desperate I get at the thought of letting her go.

Only I say it all in Gaelic, so she can’t understand.

She reaches down between our bodies and curls her fingers around my cock. Rubbing the crown up and down through her wet folds, she whispers into my ear, “How you doing, wolfie?”

“I could do this all day.” I flex my hips. When the engorged head of my cock slips inside her, I stop and give her a deep, lingering kiss.

When we come up for air, she’s panting. “Me too.”

She looks a little dazed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy. She’s starting to shake.

I shift my weight to one elbow and lean down to suck her nipple, gently massaging her ass as I take a mouthful of her flesh.

Her moan is soft and broken. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to throw her ankles over my shoulders and fuck her until she’s screaming my name.

Then she levels the playing field by reaching down and stroking the throbbing shaft of my dick. When she gently fondles my balls, I exhale a ragged breath.

I reach down and press my thumb against her swollen clit.

She sucks in a breath, jerking. The movement drives me inside her another inch, and we both groan in pleasure.

“Wolfie.” She whimpers, rocking her hips, trying to work me deeper inside her but failing. “Oh god. Will you…oh…”

“What, baby?” Please say fuck me. Please. If this goes on any longer, I’ll have a heart attack.

She exhales. It sounds close to a sob. “Will you remind me to text Carla later and thank her and Dave for coming to dinner?”

I can’t help it: I laugh. “Definitely.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome.”

Very carefully, I ease my hips forward, sinking my cock another inch inside her drenched pussy. She pulls on my hair and bites her lower lip, but doesn’t break and beg.

So I stroke my thumb up and down and around and around that sensitive little nub of hers and watch as she starts to fall apart.