The Trade(93)

“It’s rough,” she whispers in my ears. “But I really like it. I keep wondering what it would feel like to have you between my legs.”

Fuck, I should have known she’d say that. The image of flipping her to her back and crawling down her body until I’m between her legs has been a relentless thought over the past couple of days. The sexual tension between us is starting to take over our dates, and it’s making it hard for me to think, hard for me to keep my reasons clear, especially when her hands float up under my shirt like they are right now.

“Take this off,” she says, yanking my shirt over my head before I can stop her. She lifts up and stares at my chest. Head tilted, she sighs and runs her finger between my pecs. “You are so incredibly sexy, Cory. Is it weird that I want to put my mouth all over your skin? Suck on each ab divot?”

“No,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Not weird at all.”

“Really?” She looks at me a little surprised before slipping off my legs, widening them, and then kneeling in between them.

“Natalie, what are you doing.”

“Enjoying you,” she says. “You’re tense. You need to relax.”

“I need you to come back to my lap and make out with me more,” I say, tilting her chin up with one finger as her hands move to my stomach and slowly glide up to my pecs and then back down. “That will get me to relax.”

“I have another idea,” she says with a wicked smile.

Moving up my body, her hair drags along my skin as she presses her mouth to my chest, starting high on my collarbone, licking from one side to the other. Fuck, who knew kisses to a collarbone are a turn-on? The feel of her tongue has my cock already pressing against my sweats. She treats the top of my chest like her own personal lollipop and I take that moment to move my hands up her sides, dragging the crop top with me until I’m right below her armpits. Just as I suspected, no bra. Knowing that, I glide my thumbs inward and caress her side boob.

“Oh shit.” She pauses and looks up at me. “You can’t do that.”

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I know.”

I pass my thumbs over again, this time connecting with her nipple. “Why not?”

“Bras are uncomfortable. You said it was casual.”

“You’re making me really fucking hard,” I say, my thumbs playing with her hardening nipples while holding her in place. “Really, really fucking hard, Natalie.”

“Good. What I have planned for you, you need to be hard for.”

I try to pull her up my body again, but she stops me with her hands to my chest.

“Beautiful,” I say, my body starting to thrum with excitement. “Come up here, sit on my lap again.”

She shakes her head. “No. I want more.” She removes my hands from her sides and before I can catch my next breath, she lifts her hoodie up and over her head where she drops it on the floor with my shirt.

Fuuuck . . . her tits are so fucking . . . hell . . . I forgot how amazing they are. With her sitting between my legs, the weight brushing against my swollen cock, I’m going to lose control. I need to feel her heat around me.

“Get up here. Let me suck on your nipples.”

She shakes her head. “I’m calling the shots tonight.”

“Natalie,” I warn, but it does nothing but spur her on as her mouth falls to my pecs kissing, sucking, licking my nipples. Heat billows and flows through my veins in waves. Building, building, building, and with one lick, bolts of pleasure shoot through me as her breasts casually drape over my body.

Erotic and new. I’ve never had a girl treat my body like Natalie is right now—edible and delicious—like she can’t get enough. Her body moves down mine as I lie there, helpless on the couch, trying to touch her, trying to get my mind to actually work and not just feel, but fuck, she’s making it hard, especially when she spreads open-mouth kisses down my abdomen, dragging her tongue over each crevice.

“Shit,” I mutter, my breathing picking up when her tongue runs along my waistband. With one peek down, I can see my cock thrusting against her throat, gliding along the delicate lines. I can only imagine what it would be like if she took me deep in her mouth. Would she be able to? Could she handle how thick I am? Am I ready to find out?

Her fingers play with the waistband of my sweats. “You’re not wearing briefs.”

I shake my head, my breath catching in my throat when she lowers them an inch. “I was . . . ahh fuck,” I squeeze my eyes shut when her tit rubs against my cock. “Fuck . . . I was hoping you were going to grind on me tonight.”

“Hopeful man. I had other plans.” She lowers my sweats one more inch so they hover just above my tip where my dick is off to the side instead of flat against my stomach.

“Natalie,” I breathe. Heavily. “You don’t . . .” That’s as far as I go before she releases me from my sweats and I shamelessly lift my hips off the couch so she can pull my sweats all the way off.

As if the roles are reversed from when I had her naked in the hotel room, this time, I’m the one naked and at the mercy of her mouth as my cock juts up against my stomach.

Natalie sits back on her heels and stares at me, and that’s when I realize this is the first time she’s seen my cock. She moves her gaze up to me and fuck . . . she looks nervous.