Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(44)

He grunted and tried to shift away, but I wouldn’t allow it. Nope, instead I ran my hand down his muscled chest, feeling every slab until I encountered a pair of cotton briefs. I kept going. Clayton’s eyes heated in the morning light, golden flecks bouncing in every direction mixing with the blue as I wrapped my hand around the stiff length. The tip nudged the very top of his underwear.

“If you’re going to wake me with your hand on my cock, beautiful, I’m never going to leave. Gives a man ideas.”

I grinned, feeling feminine and sultry in the quiet and stillness of the morning. Brave, even. I could tell the entire house was still sleeping, including my daughter, or she’d already be bouncing in the room. As she’d gotten older, she liked to sleep in, and growing girls needed their beauty sleep. I rubbed my hand up and down Clayton’s steely length. Looked like growing boys needed something else.

My mouth watered at the idea of pulling his briefs down and wrapping my lips around the plush head of his cock. Would he allow it? Did men turn down a willing woman ready to blow them? I didn’t think so. I’d been out of the game a long while, but I couldn’t imagine he’d reject me.

Getting up the nerve, I shifted up and straddled the lower half of Clayton’s legs. I rubbed up and down his length and raised my gaze to his face. “This for me?” I asked, trying my best to sound sultry and sexy.

He hummed, raised one hand over his head, and rested the other just above the line of his underwear on his hips.

“Do you want it?” he asked smugly.

I licked my lips, got bold, and tugged the material down past his protruding cock.

“I asked if it was for me.” I scratched my nails down his legs as I pulled off his underwear, getting him fully naked.

“You know it is. Having your gorgeous body draped over me all night, a man can’t help but be hard as stone when he’s got you half naked in bed.”

His words filled me with pride and a sense of sexual freedom. This sinfully attractive man wanted me. Me. Monet Holland, boring therapist, divorced, and single mother to a five-year-old. And now I had what would be a nasty scar marring my entire back, yet he was hard as a rock. He didn’t care about what Kyle had done, other than wanting to kill him. He only cared about me. About Lily.

“Do you want my mouth on you?” I asked, running one finger down his naked length. His dick bounced up a full inch, as if reaching for my touch. His cock was thick, long, and hard. More than I’d had in the past. And it had been so long since I’d had intercourse. Knowing I had this to look forward to made arousal tingle through my entire body with anticipation.

Clayton’s eyebrows came together. “Is that a trick question? Look at me. I’m fucking weeping for you.” He thrust his hips up.

As I looked down, I noticed the pearl of pre-cum dripping from the slit at the top. Easing down into a comfortable position that didn’t put too much strain on my back, I flicked my tongue at that drop and took the first taste. I moaned in appreciation.

He jerked his hips, bonking my mouth with the crown. “Don’t tease me, beautiful. A man could go crazy when the gift of heaven is knocking at the door.”

I sighed, curled my fist around his impressive girth, lifted it straight up, and took him in my mouth.

“Fuuuuucccckkkkkkk,” he growled.

He tasted of soap and salt, a unique combination I found I liked very much as I sucked him like a lollipop. Then, swirling my tongue around the head, I shimmied my hips lower to get in a more direct position with his manhood.

“Babe, no. Don’t go lower. Turn around. Straddle my chest so I can taste you too.”

I let his cock slip from my lips and it slapped wetly against his cut abdomen. It was so long and thick it almost reached his belly button. Nestled at the root were neatly cropped, dark-blond curls of hair. Proved he took care of his manhood the same way he took care of the rest of his body.

“Monet…I asked you to come here. Take off your shirt and bring that pink pussy down over my face. I want to eat you while you swallow me.”

A shiver raced down my spine at the lewd request, and arousal coated my thighs. Swallow. I’d never swallowed a man, not even my husband. He’d warned me every time he came. And I most certainly had never before straddled a man’s face. It sounded lewd and tawdry as well as absolutely scandalous. A new bout of excitement raced to my sex, making my clit throb.

“You want me to put my”—I pointed down between my legs—“over your, um, face?” The position flashed in my mind again, looking positively raunchy and decadent at the same time.

He grinned. “You’ve never ridden a man’s face? Oh, beautiful, the things I’m going to teach you and do to you. Now take off my shirt.”

I glanced down and realized I was in fact wearing his shirt from last night. How in the world did it get there?

“I put it on you after I made you come. Put the knockout juice on you.”

I snickered. The knockout juice. If that’s what he meant by giving me an orgasm after which I fell asleep, he had another thing coming. When Kyle used to make me come—those times were few and far between—usually he rolled over and fell asleep. Not me, though. I was wired.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He grinned and lifted his hips. “Come here. Let me give it to you again.” His confidence was staggering and infectious. I wanted to feel as confident in the bedroom as he obviously was. Maybe he’d bring out that side of me. One could only hope.