Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(33)
“Eyes on me.” It’s an order, not a request, and it doesn’t take long for her to understand, nodding once. “Good girl.”
I want to watch her writhe from the feel of my tongue lashing at her nipples as they ache with need and her skin burns from the rough brush of my stubbled jaw. Every primal instinct is begging me to take us both to the floor and slide inside of her. I’m desperate to feel her hot pussy gripping my shaft like its very own lifeline, but I won’t. I want to take my time with her. She needs to remember exactly what it feels like to have me buried balls deep inside of her in case she ever thinks of letting anybody else between these smooth thighs.
Sierra bucks her hips and her fingers find purchase in my hair, tugging on it hard enough that my scalp aches. I drag my open mouth to her other breast before repeating my actions on that nipple, tasting, sucking and biting down on it, soaking in each whimper that slips from her lips.
I release her throat and my hands begin to shape her body, stopping briefly on her ass as I begin to knead it in my palms, my eyes daring to roll back with each fistful of her soft flesh. My touch drags to her front, teasing the inside of her thighs with my short fingernails.
She whispers my name and I groan, pulling away from her chest to decorate her smooth skin with anxious, greedy, open-mouthed kisses. My tongue dances just above the band of her underwear, still holding her glazed stare before I rip the thong down her thighs and yank her forward until she straddles my left thigh. She gasps, surprised by the move but recovers quickly when I grip her hips and drag her towards me, making her clit rub against my leg and her juices soaking my drying jeans. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she steadies herself before dragging her bare pussy towards my knee and back again, beginning to ride my leg, using me to get herself off.
I keep my hands steady but relaxed on her waist, letting her be in complete control. My cock presses against my zipper, hard to the point of utter discomfort, but I don’t make any moves to get myself off. Watching Sierra fall apart on my leg is too fucking sexy to interrupt. “That’s right, baby,” I praise, watching her teeth sink into her bottom lip, wishing that it was me feasting on her mouth. “Make that pussy come. Soak my leg before I fuck you.”
Her chin tilts and I can’t find it in me to force her to keep her eyes open when they flutter shut again, her movements becoming more ragged, less controlled. The pressure on my shoulders increases when she uses me for balance, too focused on getting herself to the edge of that cliff to stay upright. I can see her getting close before I bury my face in her neck, nipping at the skin below her ear, slashing it with my tongue. The peaks of her chest brush against me when she arches her back and whimpers, “Please. I need you to touch me.”
“Where?” I say the words against her neck and she shudders, leaning into me further. Pulling back enough that I can pinch her nipple between my fingertips, I pull it roughly and she moans her approval. “Is that enough? Or do you want both?” I pinch her other rock hard bud and pull just as hard before twisting them both in between two fingers.
She doesn’t reply, only increases her movements until her breath hitches and her spine straightens, forcing her to lean away from me. “Fuck, Braden. Yes, yes. I’m coming.” The words come out gargled and in broken pieces. Her hands slip from my shoulders and I move to catch her before she falls to the floor. I can't help but attack her neck again, leaving no skin unsucked as she rides out her orgasm on my thigh.
When her body goes slack against me, chest rising and falling rapidly as she attempts to gather her bearings, I grin wickedly. Moving my hand between her thighs, I drag a finger along her drenched slit and groan. With her cum coating my fingers, I slip them in my mouth and suck them clean while she watches with heavy, lidded eyes.
“You taste better every time I taste you.”
There’s an insatiable fire in her eyes as she watches me, digesting my words. Knowing she’s so turned on by the simple act, even after coming so hard just minutes earlier, has my hard shaft twitching in my pants, pleading to spring free of its tight confinement. I pull my fingers from my mouth and wind them in the hairs at the base of her neck, tilting her head and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Flicking my tongue at her mouth, she parts her lips for me, letting our tongues glide alongside one another, tasting and sipping and memorizing. Without breaking away, I grab her by the waist and stand, hoisting her up. She tightens her legs around me as I spin around and lay her on the center of the bed, crawling on top of her.
I pin her in place with my hips, grinding my cock against her hot pussy and growling, “I need you so bad, Sierra. I fucking ache to be inside of you.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes flutter shut. Before I can do it myself, she spreads her legs and pulls me closer, whimpering when my zipper brushes her hard clit.
I back off the bed long enough to shove off my jeans and briefs. My cock is hard and heavy between my legs as I move above Sierra, nearly losing it from just the heat radiating between her legs when I press against her. I slip a finger between her folds and rub a knuckle across her sensitive nerves before rolling it between my fingers. Sierra arches her back, pressing hard against me.
My heart thumps hard and fast against my chest and I wouldn’t be surprised if she could feel it. I haven’t been this turned on in my entire life. The need to touch and hear her makes my blood pound in my ears to a near deafening point. I desperately want it to stop, to let me relax and go back to the way it used to be, when sex was a simple means to an end. It couldn’t feel farther from that now.