Below the Belt(44)

“I see you scored bonus points for doing your entire to-do list again today.”

She nodded, a wistful smile curving her lips. “I was a good girl. Normally, I write down three times as much as I can reasonably accomplish, but for some weird reason, I woke up with a lot of energy this morning.” Her smile turned a little sultry, but she kept her eyes closed. “Fancy that.”

“Fancy that,” he agreed, though he knew exactly what she meant. He’d woken up that morning, despite having an hour less sleep than usual, feeling like he could climb a mountain. “But you’ve still got one more thing you didn’t cross off yet.”

At that, she sat straight up. “That’s impossible.”

“Nope, it’s right there.” He pretended to look at the notepad. “Yeah. You’re still one task shy of a full day’s work.”

“No way. I just looked at that myself.” She pulled her foot from his lap, leaned over to grab the pad then froze when she saw his handwriting at the bottom. “Do Brad.” She raised one brow and gave him a sardonic look. “You can’t be serious.”

He held up his hands in a What can you do? gesture. “Well, if that’s what it says, I won’t stop you from completing your assigned duty. That would just be wrong.”

“You’re just wrong,” she countered, but she was laughing. She tossed herself at him, the pad flying from her hands as she landed against his chest and kissed him. She peppered his lips, jaw, cheekbones and nose with the innocent pecks, then returned to his mouth and made the kiss longer, hotter. When her tongue darted inside his mouth, he opened easily for her. Let her lead the way, set the pace.

Fortunately for him, she set a pace he would have agreed to no matter what. She hummed against him, ground her pelvis down against his rigid cock, and let her hands roam over his upper body.

God, she had good hands. Strong, firm hands, but still with a hint of softness to the touch. When she let them drop down to the waist of his shorts, he sucked in a breath. Then, in another moment, his cock was free between them, and she used those soft-but-firm hands to stroke him until he was nearly out of his mind.

“You know,” she said, pulling back to take a quick nip of his bottom lip. “Since I’ve met you, I’ve had this sort of fantasy. But I’m not sure if I should tell you.”

At this point, Brad wasn’t sure he could do anything more than sit there while she had her way with him. “If it involves carrying you around, I’m out. I’ve had a long day of training and I’m pretty positive I’d drop you. That’s not the way we want to start this.”

Her laugh was husky, like smoke. “No. In fact, you don’t have to move a muscle.” She slid down until her knees hit the carpet between his spread legs. Then she gripped his erection firmly at the base and gave the head a teasing lick. “I’m not sure why, and I’ll deny it if it’s ever brought up in public, but this position always made me curious.”

“Mmm,” was all he could strangle out, as she licked a long path from root to tip, the edge of her tongue tracing the slit at the head of his cock.

“Maybe it’s that whole AT-athlete thing. You know, like a student-professor fantasy, only more specific.” She engulfed his penis, sucking hard once, then pulling back. “I just let my mind wander, imagine some little fantasy scene where you come to me so I can tape your ankle, and I’m down here, eye level with your waist, and your erection, and I just can’t help myself.” Another long suck.

“God, you’re good.” His voice was embarrassingly hoarse at this point.

“That probably makes me sound dirty, but I can honestly say it never occurred to me, ever, until you.”

“Glad to hear it.” His hands cupped her chin, thumbs pressing up enough to have her looking into his eyes.

“And I just can’t get it out of my head.” Her teeth grazed up and over the sensitive head. “So I figure I should just excise the image by fulfilling it, and see how that works.” She quieted down as she took him again fully inside her mouth.

“You don’t have to finish. I’m about five seconds away from tapping out here.”

She grinned. “Then I’m not stopping.” Eyes still on his, she engulfed him with her mouth, worked down as much as she could, and rubbed up to meet her lips with her fist. The wet heat, the suction and the friction of her twisting hand were more sensations than he could handle at once.

“Coming, baby, I’m coming . . .” Jaw clenched, body straining not to thrust upward, he felt the orgasm build in his balls until it released in the most intense moment of his life.





CHAPTER


13


Marianne licked her lips, feeling quite pleased with herself. She was the one down on her knees, but if she had to guess, she’d say that Brad was the one who was ready to fall over and worship her. That was the true fantasy. The power switch, the feeling of ultimate supremacy. This unbelievably strong man, consumed by her, at her mercy, and willingly giving up the moment to her own hands.

She wasn’t exactly into power play or anything like that. But every so often, a fantasy was nice to indulge in.

“Now that,” she said with a smile as she stood, “was a nice training session. Do you need me to stretch you out now?”