Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(41)
He rolled them over until she sat astride him, jostling a high-pitched, surprised sound out of her in the process.
Chapter Eleven
Sophie looked down at him. “I don’t want to hurt you either.”
He let out a slightly pained laugh. “My cock could drill granite right now. I guarantee you’re not going to hurt me.” Then he closed his eyes and groaned as she shifted her hips and seated herself on him more fully.
She immediately braced her palm in the center of his chest and reversed course. “I thought you said I couldn’t hurt you? Dang it, Logan, I’m bad at this. I’ve only read about it. I don’t actually know what I’m doing.”
His hands flew to her waist to stop her from lifting off of him completely. He looked her in the eye. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do. And you’re going to follow my instructions to the letter. Understand?”
For some reason, his words made her heart beat faster. “You’re sure?”
“Don’t make me tell you twice. Now get back where you belong.”
“Okay. Okay. Like this?” She slowly lowered herself down his shaft.
He watched her face like a hawk, and it occurred to her he was looking for any signs of pain. That knowledge quickened her heartbeat even more. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he worked his hands under her and encouraged her to lift up. “Oh yeah. Take it back up. Nice and slow. Then slide on down. Keep going.”
She did as he instructed, but couldn’t resist a greedy little grind at the end when her clit hit the base of his cock. “Again. No, wait.” He reached behind her, unhooked her bra and swept it down her arms. She closed her eyes and moaned her dissatisfaction with the order to hold still, but she obeyed. Once he lay back against the mattress, with his hands under her hips again, he said, “Now go. I want to watch you ride me, feel these muscles bunching and tensing”—he squeezed her glutes—“and hear those noises you make when you’re about to come.”
His words alone worked for her. She leaned in, supporting herself on her arms, and moved her hips faster. The position splayed her thighs and butt, and he took full advantage, getting a better grip on her hips and letting his fingers intrude into the extremely sensitive center groove between her cheeks. She couldn’t hold back a gasp any more than she could stop the wave of heat that crept up her chest and into her face. Still, she didn’t try to pull away. She couldn’t bear to. Her muscles contracted around his cock, faster and tighter, every time he danced his fingertips nearer to the point where their bodies connected.
Her landings became harder. Less controlled. And even in the midst of such incredible pleasure, it became difficult to ignore the fact that her breasts didn’t appreciate all the jostling. She hunched her shoulders and brought her arms closer together in a subtle effort to hold everything still.
He reached up and cradled her breasts. “Better?”
So much for subtle, but honestly, the support helped. “Uh-huh. It’s just…they’re so heavy. It’s uncomfortable when they bounce around.”
A quick crunch of his abs brought them face-to-face and wrenched a startled cry out of her. He pried her hands off his chest and moved them to her breasts, introducing her to the sensation of her tight nipples raking over her own palms.
“Take them,” he ordered. When he let go, however, she hesitated and lowered her hands, too used to considering this particular part of her anatomy as an annoyance or a source of embarrassment than a means of enticement.
“I don’t know how you want me to—”
He guided her hands back to her breasts, and spoke against her parted lips. “Hold them. Support them. Do as I say, because you’re only going to f*ck me harder from here on out. Now”—he gave her backside a quick swat—“get this sweet little ass moving. I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“Oh, God.” Heat flooded her center. She clamped her hands to her breasts and started moving, double time. Their mouths slid together, apart, together, apart as she rocked up and down. The pressure inside her wound tighter and tighter, introducing her to a whole new universe between pleasure and pain. Her breath came out in high-pitched whimpers. She barely heard them, but he must have, because he said, “You have no idea how much I love those sounds, but now it’s time to make you scream.” With that, he worked his hand between their bodies and probed her soft, swollen folds.
She gulped in air and jerked away. “Oh, no.” Every nerve ending inside her twisted tight. Her vision went white around the edges and a low roar drummed in her ears.
“Oh, yes,” he ground out, the words more a vibration than actual speech. He clamped his other hand on her ass and pushed her forward. Then he dragged the pad of his thumb over the knot of nerves quivering for his attention. She arched up and chased the addictive spear of lightning his touch released. Arms clasped to her head, elbows pointed to the sky, her whole body froze there for one long, silent second, absorbing every wave of pleasure coursing through her. As if in a dream, she heard her own ragged cry.
Then his voice reached her ears. “There’s no rush like you. No business deal. No climb. Nothing compares to being inside you.”
And then she couldn’t hear anything except the sound of her pulse echoing in her head, which was safer than listening to Logan call her incomparable. If she didn’t watch herself, she’d start to get used to it.