Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake (A Brush with Love, #2)(8)

“What’s wrong?” he asked as she stared at him.

She sat up onto her knees, sliding off his underwear without delicacy and staring with something close to horror at his cock.

“That’s your dick?” she said, her eyes flying between him and his crotch. Rake instinctively covered himself.

“Um, yes?”

She pushed his hand away, continuing to stare, before giving her head a resigned shake.

He moved to pull up his underwear. “I’ll just … put it away, then?”

She sighed and stopped his progress with her hand. “No, no. It’s fine.”

“‘Fine’ isn’t exactly something a man loves to hear when his pants are around his knees, Birdy.”

“I was just hoping to be able to walk tomorrow. But really, it’s fine,” she said, giving him an experimental poke that made him slap her hand away. She looked up at him and grinned.

“I can promise if you keep talking about it with such disappointment, it’ll shrink. Give it another five seconds.”

Lizzie laughed again and swung her leg over his hips, straddling him. “No, no. I’ll resign myself to sex with a hot stranger sporting a giant hammer-dick. Poor me.”

Rake blinked at Lizzie. “You’re a strange one,” he said at last, giving in and laughing with her. He’d never laughed this much during sex. He actually couldn’t think of a time he’d ever laughed during sex. But she was just so damn … fun.

All laughing officially stopped when she started grinding along his length, the silk of her underwear a maddening texture against his throbbing cock. She pressed her chest against his, giving him a deep, rough kiss as he unhooked her bra and ran his hands down her back until he reached her ass, squeezing it in handfuls as he pushed her hips harder against his. She moaned, breaking off the kiss and moving down his body, dragging open-mouth kisses along his chest and stomach.

“What are you doing?” he said on a hoarse breath. There was no way he was about to get as lucky as he was thinking.

Lizzie stopped her descent and shot him a playful look. “I’ll give you three guesses,” she said, dragging her teeth over his hip bone and shooting bolts of pleasure down his spine.

“You s-sure?” he stuttered out, right as she took him into her mouth. She gave one long suck before pulling away, sitting up to stare at him with a lusty smile.

“Want me to stop, big guy?”

“God, no.”

Lizzie let out a husky laugh and went back to her task, positioning herself so her butt gave him an enticing view while she moved, using her sweet mouth and hands, gripping the base of him and following her lips with each deep stroke in a way that had him blinking away stars from his vision.

Rake needed to touch her. Feel her. Reaching out, he traced up the back of her thick thighs. He brushed his fingers along the edge of her panties until he reached the small bloom of wetness marking the silk. He dipped his fingers beneath the fabric, tracing the luscious slickness of her slit, his eyes devouring the outline of her through the thin fabric. The feel of her moan against his cock made his hips buck in response. Rake tried to focus on his fingers, needing to regain some self-control before he lost himself in under two minutes. He circled her clit, moving with smooth strokes that soon had her grinding against his hand. She was so wet, so hot, he couldn’t decide what he enjoyed looking at more, her lips stretched around his length, her long hair spilled out around his hips, or the sight of her cunt as she slid over his hand.

It was too much. He needed a moment to regain his wits.

Pulling his fingers from her underwear, he grabbed her hip, nudging gently. “You better stop. I’m not ready for this to be over.”

Lizzie cocked her head slightly, looking at him as she went down once more, and Rake squeezed his eyes shut, nearly ripping the sheets in an iron grip as he held off coming right then and there. With a soft pop, Lizzie released him from her mouth and climbed back over his body, grinding against him again.

“Come here,” Rake said, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her farther up his body. He really did need a minute without stimulation if he was supposed to continue without embarrassing himself.

Lizzie looked down at him with something close to disbelief from where she straddled high up on his chest. “What are you doing?”

Rake shot her an arrogant grin before dragging his open mouth along the silk of her panties, pressing his tongue right above her clit.

“I’ll give you three guesses,” he said against her, imitating her voice from earlier. Lizzie let out a breathy giggle that turned into a moan when he laughed into her skin.

“Come closer,” Rake said, tugging her hips a bit more, encouraging her to fully cover his mouth. She abandoned any of her previous hesitation, gripping the headboard as she circled her hips over him. He sucked on her through the silk, alternating between tight circles and thick drags with his tongue. He encouraged her rocking with one of his hands at her hip, the other snaking around to dive beneath her underwear and pushing into her center. Lizzie let out a hoarse gasp, dropping her forehead to rest by her hands, her fiery hair creating a brilliant curtain of red around them. Rake continued to press his fingers into her, curling them to hit a spot she seemed to like. He pulled his mouth back from her thrusting hips.

“Do you want to take these off?” he asked, snapping the elastic band with the hand that was resting on her hip.