The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell #5)(55)

“You feel so good,” Jodi moaned in his mouth, destroying his control.

One second he was struggling not to flex his hips and ride her hands and the next he was blindly reaching out, slapping his hand against the wall and yelling her name until his legs buckled, almost dropping him on his ass. Exquisite pleasure shot down his spine and tore through his cock, robbing him of the ability to breathe, to think, to do anything but hold onto the wall.

He opened his eyes, panting hard and stared down at Tinkerbelle. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths were coming faster and faster and she was watching him with an expression mixed of hunger and amazement. She was absolutely beautiful and she was most definitely his.

“On the bed……now,” he bit out, needing to hear her lose control. He wanted to hear her scream his name, to feel her tremble beneath him, to hear her moan and gasp as he pleasured her.

When she didn’t move fast enough, at least not for his sanity, he grabbed her. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he swooped in and picked up where they’d left off. He devoured her mouth, groaning loudly when he felt just how wet she’d become from touching him.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the edge of the bed. He slid his tongue across hers one last time before he pulled away, but he didn’t go far. He brushed his lips against hers as he pulled his arms away.

“Don’t move, Tinkerbelle,” he said hoarsely as he pressed a kiss against her stubborn little chin.

“Why?” she groaned with a little whimper that had him smiling as he pressed a kiss to her chest.

“Because it’s my turn,” he said, kissing his way down between her breasts.

“Your turn for what?” she asked, sounding a little dazed as he cupped her breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

He kissed his way to her right breast, gently suckling the side of her breast as he went. His hand tightened around her large breast as he reached the firm nipple begging for his attention. He licked around it, kissed the tip, flicked it with his tongue, pulled it into his mouth and suckled on the hard tip as he ran his palm over the other nipple, teasing it into a firm point.

“Danny,” she moaned his name, shifting restlessly beneath him.

“Does this feel good, sweetheart?” he asked as he allowed her nipple to slip free from his mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned, swallowing audibly before she added, “do it again.”

Chuckling, he worked his way to her other breast, kissing and licking as he went, savoring every moan that escaped her beautiful mouth. He gently squeezed her breast, holding it as he ran his tongue around the nipple before he pulled it into his mouth and gently tugged it between his teeth. He worked her other nipple between the fingers of his free hand as he squeezed her breast.

God, she felt so f*cking good.

But, he knew that she would feel better in a minute. He gave her breast one last squeeze before he trailed his hand down the soft swell of her stomach, over her hip and down her leg until he came to her knee. He moved his hand behind her knee and pulled her leg aside. He trailed his fingers back up her thigh until he came to the soft thatch of hair between her legs.

“Please make this good, please make this good, please make this good,” he heard her whispering softly, pleading, and he couldn’t say that he blamed her, not after what she’d been through with that prick.

“I’ll make this good,” he promised her as he moved his hand and cupped her. God, she was so soft, so warm and wet in his hand.

He suckled the firm nipple in his mouth as he moved his palm over her, loving the way she felt, the way her lips parted each time his hand moved over her, exposing her slit and making it easier for him to slide his middle finger inside her.

“Oh, God!”

He pressed down harder, making sure to rub the greedy little clit brushing up against his palm as he thrust his finger inside her. She was f*cking wet and tight, greedily squeezing his finger. Moaning, he abandoned her breast and kissed his way down her stomach. He dropped to his knees in front of the bed as he removed his hand.

“Danny, please don’t stop!” Jodi sobbed, shifting restlessly on the edge of the bed.

“Shhh, I’m not done,” he said soothingly as he leaned down and kissed one thigh and then the other.

A strangled gasp escaped her as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her slit so he kissed her again, using his tongue to separate her folds. He ran his tongue over her core and the swollen clit begging for his attention. He lapped at it, loving the way she rolled her hips against his mouth.

“Danny, please…..,” she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth against her.

He turned his head and shifted his attention to her core. He licked around her opening, making her moan as he slid his tongue inside her, damn near coming when her sheath tightened around his tongue and squeezed. He could only imagine how good she was going to feel wrapped around his cock when he f*cked her.

His hand actually shook as he reached between his legs and palmed his erection. He wanted her. God, he f*cking wanted her. He gripped his cock and stroked himself, trying to take the edge off his need for her, but it didn’t work. With every moan and shift of her hips, she had him struggling to stay in control. He wanted to f*ck her……..needed to be inside her, but he fought it with everything that he had.