Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(47)
He slid it next to her hip and popped the top button on his jeans. “I said I’d give you what you want. Doesn’t mean I can’t play while we were at it.” He shoved his jeans and briefs over his hips. His cock stretched thick and tall nearly to his belly button, bobbing as he stepped free of the constricting denim. Unlike the other men she’d known intimately, he was completely free of pubic hair, leaving all of him on prime display. “You rethinking what’s at the top of your list?”
“No.” Not the most convincing answer, especially voiced as little more than a broken rasp, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his shaft. From the prominent veins that ran up his length and the shiny wetness gathered at the tip. Slowly, she took him in. Truly savored every inch of his magnificent body. Only when she locked on to his stare did she lay back and cup her aching breasts. “I’m not rethinking anything.”
He prowled closer, totally comfortable with her open perusal. As if he knew how much pleasure just looking at him gave her and was more than happy to indulge her. Not one physical touch traded and yet twice as potent as traditional foreplay. “Your hands aren’t on the mattress.”
“They’re not touching you.”
“Ah, but they’re stealing my fun.” He braced his feet on either side of her head and her thoughts disintegrated. His tight sack hung just inches from her mouth, the soft and dusky skin that surrounded the most vulnerable part of him unveiled. It was primal. A dangerous predator demanding submission in the most carnal way possible. Never in her life had she felt anything so raw. So powerful.
He guided her trembling hands to her sides and his shaft danced above her lips. Her haggard breaths ricocheted against her face. “But how will I... I mean...”
Straightening, he took himself in hand, his tender yet watchful gaze locked on to her face. “I’ll give you what you need.” He pumped his length once. Twice. Then slicked the tip against her lips. “Open.”
The command speared through her, setting her core alight. She arched her neck and obeyed, craving that first taste. The velvet hardness of him against her tongue and lips. Yet, instead of sliding inside he slicked his precum against her lips. She moaned and lapped the tip, licking and sucking the taste from both him and her mouth in greedy, desperate pulls.
He hissed above her and undulated forward, dragging the underside of his cock against her lips as he leaned forward and filled his hands with her breasts. His voice grumbled low and thick. “Had too much time to think. Too much time spent thinking about feeling your mouth just like this.”
So had she. Maybe not as creatively as he had, but oh, how she liked the way his mind worked.
He plucked and teased her nipples, his breath coming heavy and shorter. “Time to put your hands to work, sweetheart. Lift your knees.”
She heard the words, knew they required action, but had a hard time nudging her body to behave, her attention too centered on the leisurely exploration she’d begun with her lips and tongue. She must have at least managed to get the job partway done right, because his big hands gripped her high on her shins and splayed her thighs wide.
“Hands behind your knees.”
Oh God.
Part of her couldn’t move, but the far more adventurous part of herself wanted to disconnect from her corporeal form and watch the decadence in all its beauty. She dug her fingertips into the soft flesh behind her thighs, licked along one prominent vein on his shaft and bared herself completely.
“Just like that.” So awed. Proud. His strong fingers teased the soft flesh along the back of her thighs.
She relaxed the muscles along the back of her neck into the pillow, licked past the base of his cock to the tight sack beneath and whispered against his most tender place, “Knox.”
His hips jerked forward and his fingers tightened on her thighs, but still he chuckled. “I see you’ve learned how to play dirty.” The bed shifted and the snap of her toy box rang overloud in her ears. “Think that means we can step it up a notch.”
He dragged his hips backward, gliding his hard rod against her mouth as he went, and holding up his hand in her line of sight. Her pink finger vibe was already snug against his middle finger. “This little guy get much attention this week?”
Oh, boy. This was about to get really intense, really fast. Heart hammering, she licked his glans and grinned up at him. “No. I used the dildo and imagined it was you.”
His cocky attitude slipped, replaced with a feral growl that danced across every inch of her. He toggled the vibe to life and feathered it across one nipple. “It’s getting no play tonight, ’cause the only thing going inside you is me.” He palmed his cock with his free hand and nudged her lips. “And I’m starting right here.”
Finally. Days, she’d imaged this. Re-ran the night they’d had together and wished with everything she’d demanded the chance to taste him. To reciprocate the pleasure he’d given with his own mouth, not once, but twice.
He shifted forward, carefully guiding his length in and out while he teased the buzzing toy atop her mound, but not quite reaching her clit.
She widened her knees and moaned around his shaft.
“More?”
God, yes. Not that she could say as much with her mouth stuffed full of his thick cock. Somehow the helplessness made the moment that much more powerful. More heightened and pronounced. She whimpered instead.