Fever (Breathless #2)(107)

He laughed. “I would have never guessed.”

“But it was worth it to have you f**k me in these shoes.”

“Haven’t f**ked you yet, baby. I’m getting to that part.”

She let out another dreamy sigh. “I like these shoes.”

He grinned. “I like them on you while I’m f**king you.”

“You gonna f**k me now?”

He laughed at the pouty impatience in her tone. Then he moved up and over her, her breath quickening as she stared up at him, the flirty lightness gone, replaced by lust.

“I’m going to f**k that pretty mouth of yours just as soon as I get rid of my clothes.”

She licked over her lips and his dick screamed for him to get out of his f**king pants.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“That I can do,” he murmured. “While I’m undressing, I want you to lie on your back, head toward me, and slide over the edge so the back of your neck is on that edge. Wait for me like that. Going to f**k your mouth just like it was your ass on the edge of the bed, your pu**y all spread out for me to f**k.”

Though he’d told her to do it while he undressed, he stood next to the bed until he was certain she wasn’t going to fall on the floor. He helped her position her head and made sure she was comfortable before stripping out of his clothing in record time.

His dick sprang free, painful as hell after spending so much time stuffed into his damn pants. His balls ached and he was ready to dive deep. Knowing he planned to f**k her three ways before he came in her ass made him temper his movements. They were both going to enjoy this even if it killed him.

He palmed her face, holding her steady as his dick bobbed just above her lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he ordered. “I want you to relax and let me do all the work. Just lie there while I f**k you.”

Her lips parted on his command and he pushed inside her liquid warmth. The tip slid over her tongue and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Jesus, he was going to come all undone in two seconds flat.

He arched over her, pushing up in a position of dominance. He flexed and slid deep, gliding over her velvety tongue. To the back of her throat, resting a moment before retreating in slow, sensual thrusts. She lifted her hands, reaching back tentatively to curl around his thighs until her fingers teased over his ass, almost as if she were asking permission to touch him. He liked it too damn much to tell her to put her hands forward, and she was gloriously uninhibited, determined to explore and delight in her inebriated state.

Low, sexy sounds hummed from her throat, vibrating around his dick every time he sank deeper. As his movements became more forceful, wet sucking sounds filled the room. It was hot. Everything about tonight pushed every one of his buttons. He’d never f**ked a drunk woman before. It was a definite no in his book because he never wanted it to be construed that he’d taken advantage of a woman who wasn’t fully cognizant of her actions.

But Bethany was with him. She wanted this. Hell, she’d all but demanded to be f**ked in her shoes, adorably tipsy, eyes glowing and cheeks flushed. And he was going to give her what she wanted, absolutely.

He closed his eyes, rocking up on his toes, his palms tightening on her face and then sliding to tangle in her hair as he pulled her to meet his thrusts. Long, slow and deep, he drew out his pleasure, feeling every lick, every suck, every time her cheeks hollowed and then puffed out.

Then he stopped, his breaths tearing raggedly from his chest. She made a low murmur of protest when his hands left her face and he smiled down before leaning in to drop a kiss on her upturned lips.

“Want to f**k that pu**y, baby.”

She sent him a goofy grin, her eyes lighting up. “I want that too. How do you want me?”

The simple request sent a dark thrill through him. So submissive. So willing to please.

“Turn around and give me those gorgeous legs. I’m going to wrap them around me and then I’m going to hold those heels, spread you wide and f**k you hard.”

She shivered uncontrollably, her ni**les puckering so delectably that he couldn’t control the urge to lean over her body and suck each one in turn into his mouth. She moaned and arched into him as he licked and teased.

“Like that, huh,” he said with a low chuckle.

“Mmm hmmm.”

He helped turn her around, smiling at the drowsy, drugged droop to her eyes. She fell back onto the bed, her legs sprawling apart. One of her shoes was hanging precariously from her toes and he slid it back over her heel before gripping her ankles and hauling her roughly to the edge of the bed.

Bending her knees back, he wrapped her legs around his waist and entered her in one hard thrust. She gasped. He gasped. So tight, but she was wet around him, easily taking him to the balls. He stayed that way for a long moment, collecting himself so he didn’t come.

Then as he’d promised, he reached back to unhook her legs, pushed her knees toward her body, spreading her wide. His hands glided over the expensive, glittering heels and he grasped the thin four-inch spikes.

“Ready?” he ground out, his voice cracking every bit as much as his control threatened to shatter.

She nodded solemnly, her eyes glittering and heavy with the effects of the alcohol.

He began to f**k her. Hard, forceful thrusts. He lunged into her, his body slapping into hers as his grip tightened around her heels. Her pu**y tightened and then fluttered around him, signaling her impending orgasm. But he didn’t want her to come yet. Not yet. Not until he was deep in her ass. If she came again so quickly, she wouldn’t be ready to take him in her ass. It would only cause her discomfort and he wanted this to be perfect for them both.