Saugatuck Summer (Saugatuck, #1)(58)

And I’d be damned if he didn’t. He worked my other foot over, then went back up my leg, lingering to torment the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I was going to have a mass of hickeys there for a few days. Then my hips. My abs. My nipples got special attention, because once he got to my chest he started sucking and biting again, leaving marks all over the damned place. He pinched my nipple until I cried out, then sucked on it until the ache faded, then did it all over again on the other side. My collarbones and neck definitely weren’t spared, nor were my shoulders or armpits, and especially not the delicate skin of my inner arm.

He’d left a few respectable hickeys that first night we spent together, but I was pretty sure this time he was going for a record. By the time he stretched his nude body out on top of mine, I was absolutely quivering. I was so hard I thought even the pressure of his cock nestling alongside mine would make me come, and my skin was slick with sweat. My breaths came in desperate gasps until he swallowed them, plunging his tongue into my mouth, his lips grinding against mine so damn hard it hurt.

“Oh God, please,” I whimpered when he drew away to bite my earlobe almost to the point of pain. “Please. Please. Jace. Want you. Want you so f*ckin’ bad . . .”

“Roll over.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. With unaccustomed passivity, I flipped to my hands and knees the moment his weight left me, only moving to let him rip the covers out from underneath me and fling them to the foot of the bed. I heard the sound of a luggage zipper and some rustling on the other side of the room, but I couldn’t see far enough over my shoulder to watch him. A moment later, condoms and lube landed on the bed beside me, and then his hands seized my ankles, yanking them out from underneath me until I dropped down flat onto the mattress.

“Good. Stay there,” he muttered, straddling my thighs. I just about cried when I realized he wasn’t going to f*ck me yet, humping against the sheet in desperation until his hand cracked lightly on my ass—just a warning, with no real pain.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Jace . . .” I nearly whined, clenching my fists beside my head on the pillows. “Come on already.”

His fingers wound in my hair and pulled my head back a little, his other hand wedging under my chest to twist my already sensitive nipple.

“What did I promise you tonight, hmmm?” Even now he was just chilling out, having a good time, while I was ready to vibrate completely apart into a formless blur of component atoms. “I said I was going to f*ck you until you couldn’t remember your own name. If you’re still talking, I’m not done yet.”

He released my hair and let my head fall back to the pillow.

I tossed a baleful look over my shoulder. “Yeah, well, I’m not feeling much f*cking going on here, so as far as I can tell, you haven’t even started.”

He just grinned, goddamn him. Fucking bastard.

“This is just the warm-up act.”

Then his lips and teeth and tongue were on my neck again, my shoulders and back. Rougher now than they had been before. More biting, less sucking, more squeezing and groping, less caressing. His fingers dug so hard into my lats I thought he’d leave bruises as he worked his way down to nibble on the slope where my back flared into my ass.

He gripped my cheeks, kneading hard, spreading them then pushing them back together as his tongue swept down along my sacrum.

“Oh God. Yes, please,” I panted, trying to lift my ass up and offer it to him. Tongue, fingers, dick, I really didn’t much care, as long as he was inside me. He shoved my cheeks apart, and his breath caressed my twitching hole.

Mouth it is, then.

I admit, I hadn’t been rimmed much. It was one of those finesse things that you didn’t often get when picking from the grab bag of college-aged hookups. But in my limited experience with it, Jace was definitely champion-class. No tentative, perfunctory strokes here, no sirree. He nibbled and tickled and blew against wet skin and muscle until it prickled and clenched, then warmed it back up with his tongue. He began to spread me open with his thumbs on either side of my crack, his tongue flicking and probing deeper, then withdrawing to circle and sooth.

When he thrust it into me, I nearly came up off the bed. Then I just writhed, trying to hump the mattress until he swatted me again.

“So help me God, Topher, if you come before I’ve got my dick in you, I will make you regret it.”

I was panting too hard to even argue or talk back, so he returned to f*cking me with his tongue. He wasn’t hesitant or careful about it, either. Hell no. He used that thing like a cock, wriggling and driving it into my * as it relaxed.

If I’d been capable of catching my breath, I would have burst into a round of the “Hallelujah Chorus” when he finally reached for the damned lube and slipped two fingers deep inside.

“Fuck! Yeah . . .” I hissed at the burn. He nibbled my ass cheeks, working his fingers in and out only long enough to distribute the lube before pulling his weight up off me entirely.

I heard the noise of the condom going on, and wriggled my ass impatiently.

“Please. Jace, please.”

“Okay, angel. I’m done playing now.” He kissed the back of my neck, draping his weight over me, and eased inside as I lay there flat.

I liked to think his groan of relief as the clenching muscles of my ass gripped him was no less desperate than mine.