Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(20)
I know the decision to skip a bra tonight has paid off when I see Braden's eyes widen, his surprise evident in his stuttered breathing. It doesn't last long, though. I knew it wouldn’t. He narrows his eyes and stalks towards me with a look so predatory I feel my stomach twist and turn. It only takes him two steps to reach me, and when he does, his eyes are so dark with built up sexual tension that I fight back the urge to jump on him.
"No bra? Why am I not surprised?" he asks, the lust in his voice evident in each lowly spoken word. His huge hands push against my bare chest, squeezing the two hefty-sized breasts with a grateful sigh that shoots like liquid fire up my spine.
Spreading his fingers, he slides them across my nipples while looking up to watch my lips part with a slight whimper. He gives a sharp tug to my left nipple before shaping my body with his calloused palms. My back arches, a deep-rooted want so apparent in my actions that I push against him eagerly, desperately.
He slides his fingers under the band of my lace underwear before dropping to his knees in front of me. Warm, wet lips press against my chest, covering every inch of available skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. When his mouth closes around my nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud, I reach behind me and fumble with sweaty palms to grab onto the countertop, desperate to keep myself steady.
"Fuck, you're so responsive." His voice vibrates against my skin before crawling inside my chest, burying itself deep. He starts sliding his mouth down my stomach, getting closer to the pulse between my thighs.
His fingers continue to dance along the top of my underwear, teasing me to the point a growl of pure frustration builds in my throat before I swallow it down. I refuse to give him that level of satisfaction. If I had more strength in my arms I would reach down and force him to stop teasing me. Fucking prick.
I bite back a moan when he finally moves a finger to the center of my panties, a smirk forming on his cocky mouth when he feels the wetness waiting there for him, soaking through the thin material and covering his finger. My breathing shallows as he peels away the only thing keeping him away from where I ache, desperate for release.
I’m surprised to feel a heavy knot form in my belly when he rids me of my panties. I don't know why I’ve become so damn nervous watching him narrow his gaze on me the way he is—like a man starved of food for too long—after everything that we've already done together, but it does. The sudden urge to reach down and shove him away is overwhelming, but the need to have him spread my legs and dive in face first is even stronger.
My jaw drops, a sigh falling in the air when he answers my silent prayers and swipes his tongue along my slit. He places a hand on my stomach, steadying me as my grip on the counter loosens, muscles and bones shaking.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel him push my legs further apart and swirl his finger in my arousal before sliding it deep. His deep chuckle is wrongfully sexy, running over my skin like warm honey, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind before his mouth is back between my legs.
The toe-curling pleasure his mouth brings has me wrapping my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His eyes meet mine when he slips a second and third finger in and flicks at my swollen clit, the heat residing in the confident gaze only adding fuel to my already raging fire.
I let my head fall back when I feel the tightness in my belly start to grow. He closes his lips around my clit when he senses how close I am, sucking and biting while keeping his fingers snug inside me, moving them in ungodly ways. His eyes stay connected to mine the entire time I fall apart, watching with laser focus as I sob in satisfaction.
"That's a good girl," he groans against me, twisting his fingers a final time before I'm sighing out a strangled version of his name and clenching my thighs tightly around his head. The idea that I could strangle him right here and now is an interesting one, but I let my legs go limp. I’m too selfish to skip out on another orgasm.
He pulls his fingers out and stands up, quickly stripping out of his jeans and boxers. I feel my mouth water as I watch his thick, hard length slap against the rippled muscles of his abdomen, finally free from the uncomfortable confines of his underwear. How he even fits that monster in those tight boxers is beyond me.
"Face the mirror and bend over," he commands with a growl that sends a throb to my already soaking pussy. I force myself to nod and do as he says, sliding my hair over my shoulder when I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper.
Looking forward, I place my palms on the edge of the counter and watch him eagerly through the lipstick-covered mirror. I catch sight of my reflection and shudder. I’m the perfect picture of helplessly aroused and dangerously eager.
He slides the condom on swiftly, expertly. There’s a smirk on his lips when his attention falls on me again, taking notice of the fact that I’ve actually followed his instructions. I see his heavy approval in his heated stare and revel in the fact I’ve pleased him before I look forward and clear my throat, shaking the image from my mind. No. Not happening.
I’m relieved when he grabs my hips with steady, commanding hands, tearing me from my thoughts. He uses his left hand to slide up my back before pushing me down so the cold counter presses against my heavy breasts. The sudden action takes me by surprises as I gasp, more turned on than I expected by the feeling of my hard nipples rubbing against the cold surface. Suddenly the state of cleanliness in the bathroom carries no weight.
Braden gives me no warning before I feel the tip of his cock push into me, easing its way inside, slow and steady as I clench tightly, trying to accommodate for all of him. His size makes me sigh, waves upon waves of pleasure tinged with the pain of being stretched so wide swirling together into a feeling of euphoria. It’s a feeling that I could see myself getting used to, regardless of the fact that I know I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Especially right now.