The Ruthless Gentleman(54)

“I think I might have lost consciousness there for a second,” she said, smiling at me. It wasn’t her stewardess smile. It was sexy and teasing and warm, and I reached for her hips, wanting as much of my flesh to connect with hers as possible. She slid forward and I slipped out of her. I sat up and pulled off the condom, tied a knot in it and dropped it on the shirt I’d discarded by the bed.

I turned back to Avery as she slid her pussy over my cock, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

She wanted more.

And I wanted to give her everything she desired.

Her breasts pushed together as she flicked her hips, teasing my cock, which hadn’t had a chance to fully soften. She was slippery wet, her desire coating my dick. She might have just been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She tipped her head back and the ends of her hair skimmed her waist.

Reaching across to the bedside table, I grabbed another condom before things got too far. This woman wanted to be fucked every way, and the temptation to fuck her bareback grew in me but there was no way I’d do that. She slid back, giving me access to put on a fresh condom, her tongue dipping out to wet her lips as she watched. My dick strained, trying to reach her mouth. Before I could roll the latex to the root of my cock, she knelt, nudging at my hands as if she was desperate for me to finish so she could get me inside.

Her impatience gave me a sense of smug satisfaction—I liked greedy Avery. I liked naked Avery. I liked everything about this fucking woman.

She linked her fingers through mine and held herself steady, hovering above me, my crown at her entrance.

She pressed her lips together and blinked, readying herself.

Slowly, she sank onto my cock, stretching to let me in. The pressure was the only thing I could think about, as though I’d lost my vision and the only sense I had left was the way her pussy felt. When I could see again, the sway of her breasts—high and full and perfectly curved—came into focus as she moved. Conflict swam through my veins. I needed the drag of her pussy, but couldn’t wait for her mouth. I wanted her sitting on me, wanted to be buried in her. I wanted her on top of me and underneath me, moaning and wearing that sexy smile. I just couldn’t get enough.

I swept my hands up her thighs and sank my thumbs just below her hip bones. It was as if they fit perfectly for me. I guided her, slowly, so my cock pulled out, enough to feel it but not enough that I missed her and then pressed her back. I closed my eyes. After the first, frenzied lust, this was just what we both needed—a slow, unhurried fuck. Something we could savor. And though I knew we’d be up all night, exploring each other’s bodies, I also knew it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want her again. And again. Just as I opened my mouth to talk about tomorrow, she slid forward so only my tip was in her. She pressed a finger to my lips.

Did she know what I was thinking? Did she understand that I wanted to see her again? That I didn’t know how we’d make it work but I’d find a way? My attention was caught by the movement of her breasts and I reached out and pressed them together as she slid back on my dick and leaned back, out of reach.

I couldn’t take any more. I needed to run this show.

I sat up and flipped us over. “On your front,” I growled. The languid fucking was over. I was in charge and I wanted her whimpering for me.

She smiled as if it were part of her plan all along and then rolled to her front, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair tumbled over bronzed skin, and I pushed it back over one shoulder so I could see all of her perfectly smooth back. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, tracing my thumb down the river of her spine. Christ, she was perfection from every angle.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder and lifted her arse provocatively.

I grunted and shoved into her, crass and raw, and she moaned as though I’d just made all her dreams come true. She collapsed on her front, extending her arms over her head, bracing her hands against the headboard. Good. She knew this was going to be hard and rough and brutal—knew, and wanted it anyway.

I pulled out and thrust back in, the effort and pleasure drawing a guttural roar from the center of me.

I leaned over her, my arms to either side, and dipped to press my lips against her neck.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.” She huffed out a breath as I pulled out. “More.”

Arms flexed, I thrust into her, my body heating and the edges of my hair dampening. It was so good, but I wanted it to be more for her. I wanted it to be the best. I wanted to be the best for her.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she mumbled, all her words running into each other, and she scrambled for breath, her fingers curling, her body tensing.

“See how good it is?” I grunted close to her ear. “See how my cock loves to fuck you?”

She whimpered and relief flooded me at the knowledge it was as good for her as it was for me. “See how I make you feel?”

She screamed and her body tensed as she came around my cock, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t even slow down.

I was chasing something—my orgasm, her, life. I didn’t know but I thrust and thrust and then I was there, and in that moment I had everything I ever wanted.





Twenty-Three





Avery


It was as if I were walking in a field of cotton wool and sunlight as I floated along the street. My body should have been heavy from lack of sleep, but it was soft and light, as if gravity had given up on me as I made my way back to the tender. I wanted to feel like that forever. I resisted the urge to spin full circle in the street like an extra in the Sound of Music, but it took effort.