Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(27)
REESE FORGOT how much she liked to make out with a man. The teasing bites, the soft caresses, and the deep kisses that led up to the main event were mind blowing. Phillip wasn’t kidding when he said he could kiss the hell out of her. It was like an art the way his lips moved against hers. The skillful way his tongue tantalized hers. His hands were rough, she wasn’t used to that, but she found that she loved it. Especially when he held the back of her thigh in his hand, bringing her leg over his lap as he deepened the kiss. The poor cabbie was getting one hell of a show, but she didn’t care at all and doubted he minded.
She hadn’t been kiss thoroughly by a man in years, and she was enjoying it immensely with Phillip. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to be wrapped in this man’s arms and never have him let go. When he slid her thong over and dipped his fingers inside of her, she groaned against his mouth before he covered her lips with his own, catching her moans. Flicking his finger along her clit had her withering against him as he continued to kiss the stuffing out of her.
The taxi came to a stop, and the cabbie said, “We’re here, folks.”
Reese gasped out as Phillip withdrew his hand and smiled down her. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips before whispering, “I’m gonna make you come so hard once we are inside.”
Falling back into the seat, breathless, she watched as Phillip paid before climbing out. He turned, still grinning as he reached for her. She went with him willingly, ignoring the smirk the cabbie wore. Holding her tight against him, they walked up to the door of her studio. After getting her keys out, she tried to unlock the door, but her hands were shaking too bad. She knew there was no way she could do this. She blamed the liquor… not the way the sexy, blue-eyed devil affected her. With a chuckle, Phillip took the keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
Shaking her head, she walked in before him. She jumped when the door slammed behind her, and Phillip’s arms came around her waist. Moving his hand down her body, he slid it inside her skirt, cupping her kitten. She closed her eyes, leaning back against him.
“Now, where were we?” he whispered against her neck before slowly sliding a finger inside her, circling the tip of his finger around the taut nub.
“Oh, God,” she moaned out as he started to kiss and nibble up her neck, his finger dipping inside her before moving back up, putting pressure on her clit. She cried out, her body shaking as he flicked his finger quickly, kissing and sucking on her neck. As she moved into his hand, he moaned in her ear, biting her lobe as her body seized up. She came—hard. Gasping, digging her fingers into his wrist, she hoped to stop him, but she couldn’t. He kept on, making her scream and squirm against him.
Chuckling, Phillip finally removed his hand and, before she knew it, he had turned her and was ripping her clothes off. Buttons went flying as he tore her shirt open, pushing the cups of her bra down before taking a mouthful of her breast, swirling his tongue over her nipple as he pulled her shirt off her. As he lavished her breasts with his mouth and teeth, Reese tangled her fingers in his hair, while he pushed her skirt and thong down her legs.
“I love black lace,” he said against her breast, “but I can’t enjoy them right now. I need to be inside you.”
Standing up, he pulled her against him, walking backwards to the couch. Falling down, he pulled her into his lap, sucking on her breast as she gasped for breath. He was blowing her mind, treating her body as if it were a candy shop and he was sugar deprived. Lapping at her breasts, he cupped her between her legs, squeezing her as he nipped and pulled at her sensitive nipples. She felt out of control and untamed. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, but instead, she decided she had to please him.
Pulling away from him, she moved out of his lap and onto her knees. She made quick work of his belt and opened the fly of his jeans, releasing his impressive erection. Not only was she breathless from the size of him, but when she saw the tattoo along the hairline of his pelvic area, she paused.
Looking up at him, she smirked as she read the script. “No biting, please and thank you?”
He chuckled in a low, deep way that had her squirming to climb onto his cock and ride until the sun came up. She didn’t care about his tattoo anymore. She wanted him, in her, but then he moved his hand into her hair, holding her hostage with sexy, blue, half-lidded eyes.
“It was one of those nineteen-year-old mistakes but, then again, sometimes when a girl doesn’t know how to give good head, she needs pointers.”
She gave him a sneaky smile, taking his cock in her hand before licking her lips and saying, “I give great head.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, fisting a handful of her hair. “I bet you do.”
She ran her tongue along the head of his cock before looking up at him through her eyelashes. “But I like to bite.”
He squeezed a fistful of her hair, causing pain, but she liked it, and took him deep to the back of her throat, while squeezing the base of him. Grazing her teeth along him, she sucked and licked, taking him fully in her mouth, his moans encouraging her to go faster. Sucking the head like a lollipop, she watched his face, loving his expression. He bit into his lip, watching her watch him, with a smirk on his beautiful face. Licking down his shaft, she kissed his thighs before licking his balls and then gently biting the tip of him. He took in a sharp breath, coming off the couch, before she took him again in her mouth. Closing his eyes, his grip tightened in her hair as his head fell back. His hips bucked, sending him deeper down her throat as he came, suddenly. She took it like a champ though, sucking him dry before sitting back on her haunches and watching him take in deep breaths.