Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(51)

“I’ve never done it, but I’ve heard…”

“Fuck yeah.” My vocabulary is seriously limited right now. But I think I’m getting my feelings across.

She quickly shifts onto her butt and reaches behind her for the fastener of her bikini top. Then her tits spill out, so perfect and round, her nipples hard little points. I’m panting like a dog in a heat wave.

She lies back, pulling the leis to one side. “Come here,” she invites me in a throaty voice. “Come f*ck my tits.”

I could weep I’m so overcome. My dick leaps up eagerly and I shove up and knee walk until I’m straddling her body. She pushes those sweet mounds together and I slide my cock between them.

“Mmm. Too dry.” She waves a hand at the bedside table.

I well know there’s a bottle of lube in there, which we don’t use often, but she once gave me a most awesome hand job using it, which made it fantastically…fantastic. I grab it and squeeze some onto my dick, watching her watch me, her lips parted, a pulse fluttering wildly in her throat.

“There we go.” I toss the bottle aside and stroke myself, getting my dick all nice and lubed up. Then I resume the position and slide between her tits.

Again, it feels a-f*cking-mazing, but it’s the visual that makes it extra hot, like our own porn movie, up close and personal. Then our eyes meet and the intensity makes my brain short circuit. The fact that she loves this as much as I do is enough to make me worship her for the rest of my life.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my ass tightening, my balls squeezing. “You want me to stop?”

“No. Do it. Come on my tits.”

Jesus Christ. The words alone send me over. I hold my cock, my vision going dark, a roaring in my ears. I vaguely hear her murmurs of pleasure and the words “Oh my God,” but my heart is hammering, my blood pounding in my veins. Pleasure races up my spine, burning through my chest, and my cock surges as I come in violent, wrenching spasms.

When I can pry my eyelids open, I gaze down at my come on her gorgeous chest. I swallow hard. It’s so dirty and hot, and when she trails her fingers through it and then licks it off, I can’t even…I groan and collapse, resting my head on her belly, trying to wrap my arms around her hips. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”

“Fake girlfriend.”

What the f*ck ever.

I try to catch my breath. A while later I say, “Sorry.”

She strokes my hair. “What for?”

“Ladies come first.”

She laughs. “Such a gentleman.”

I lift my head. “I am.”

Her smile softens. “I know you are.”

“I just…you got me all horned up with that hula dance, and then down on your knees, and then your hair…” My voice cracks embarrassingly, and I cough. “And then…”

“Yeah.” Her fingers slip through my hair. “I know you’ll make it up to me. Because if we’re keeping an orgasm score, I’m winning.”

I huff out a laugh and lay my head back down. Her fingers feel so nice smoothing my hair. “You know I will, baby. Just give me a minute.”

I could almost fall asleep, but then again that sweet * is so near my face. I have to get her out of her clothes. She’s topless…but maybe I should clean her up first. Yeah, that’s a good idea.

“Be right back.” I drag my ass off the bed and jog across the hall to the bathroom. I’m in the hall and naked when it strikes me this might be dangerous. I’m wearing nothing but flowered garlands draped around my neck. But no one else is around. I grab a washcloth and run some warm water over it, then return to the bedroom with it and a towel. She’s still a sexy topless hula dancer wearing a sultry smile and my semen. Hot.

I slowly drag the cloth over her breasts, between them, under them, cleaning her all off. Her nipples contract even harder and tiny goosebumps raise up on her smooth, wet flesh. “You’re cold. Better dry you off.” I use the towel, but after that I can’t resist touching her more, shaping and squeezing those exquisite tits. “So beautiful. Look at you.” I lean down to suck on a nipple. Her abs tighten. I give a firm tug and she shudders, holding my shoulders. “Like that?”

“I love it.” She moans and her legs move restlessly.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her nipple against my tongue, then nip at it with my teeth. I move to the other one while my fingers toy with the first wet nipple, pinching and tugging it. Her whimpers increase in tempo and her hips are lifting.

“Does that sweet * need some attention?” I lick her nipple.

“Yes. Please. It hurts…”

“I made your * hurt, baby?”

“Yes. God yes.”

“Mmm. I’ll kiss it better. But gotta get this sexy hula skirt off you.”

I rise up on my knees to untie and get rid of it, then pull off the stretchy little shorts and her thong panties. Now we’re both wearing nothing but flowers. I grin.

“Wish I had a picture of this.”

“No way.”

“I know, I know.” I shake my head ruefully. “Maybe one day you’ll trust me enough to take some sexy pics.”

She bites her lip and our eyes meet and for a few seconds we’re probably both thinking that’s never gonna happen. Again, I push that thought aside and focus on the heaven in front of me, all pink and plump and smooth.