The Hookup Handbook(30)
With my leotard off, Case’s eyes widen at what he finds. No bra, no panties, just tights. He runs his fingers lazily along the pink nylon, up the inside of my right thigh, eagerly eyeing what awaits him beneath this thin layer of fabric.
“Goddamn.” He wets his lower lip, taking in the view, then sinks deeper into his kneeling position, prying my legs farther apart until his nose is buried in the junction where my thighs meet.
I stifle a sound that’s half giggle, half groan. He’s so aggressive—pulling me closer to the edge of the bed like I weigh nothing, planting his face right between my legs like that, palming my ass to pull me even closer to his mouth.
Holy shit. It’s unexpected, but I like it. A lot.
He’s so confident, so sure—there’s no awkward fumbling or need to learn my body. This man is an expert, and I’m both grateful and excited by that.
He breathes me in, his breath hot and steady as he pushes his lips against the nylon. A warm pulse races through me. I can feel myself getting wet through the tights as his tongue finds my clit, expertly flicking over it, not letting the tights get in the way of him tasting me. I twitch with pleasure, which he greets with a smile pressed against my wetness.
“Feel good?”
He runs his lips along my inner thigh and I shudder, the pleasure pulsing through me like an electric shock. I could come like this, even with my tights still on, but my moan pleads with him to take them off.
“What do you want, Sienna?”
He rises from his knees, bringing his hot mouth to my neck as his fingers rub against the place where his lips just were, not denying my clit a moment of attention.
God, what don’t I want? I want him. I want all of him. I want to come for him over and over until I’m drained and shaking and sore.
But my mouth is too busy moaning to say any of that. Moaning is all I can manage. A loud, desperate moan, my head thrown back as I shake loose my bun into a mess of waves.
“Tell me, Sienna,” he urges me, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I finally manage to say through panting breaths.
“Yeah? Where do you want me?”
I moan again. He pushes two fingers against my opening, rubbing more firmly.
“Do you want me here, Sienna?”
“Yes.” I sigh blissfully. “Yes, Case. Yes.”
In one quick, domineering movement, he wraps his fingers around the waistband of my tights and tugs them down, discarding them next to my leotard. I know he’s ripped them, and I don’t give a shit. I need them off. I need him inside me.
His thumb skates across my sensitive pink core, and he makes a noise low in his throat. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight, sweetheart.”
I feel the blush rise up my chest and into my cheeks. He just called my lady parts pretty.
As he pops the buttons of his shirt open one by one, he steps back from the bed, angling himself to get a good look at me. Every instinct in me is screaming to cover myself, to hide the curve of my lower stomach and the thickness of my thighs, but his eyes are hungry and he licks his lips, so I stay as is, letting him drink me all in.
“I don’t know what a ‘dancer’s body’ is supposed to look like,” Case says, discarding his shirt next to my tights and leotard. “But I can tell you this. I’ve seen a lot of naked women, but this is the best damn view I’ve ever had.”
As if to punctuate his sentence, he unzips his jeans and lets them fall to the floor, his erection finally free.
Good Lord, that is a beautiful cock. This man is definitely in the right profession. Thick and long, and . . . oh my God, it’s perfect.
I can’t help the devious grin on my lips. “Come here, big guy,” I whisper. “Let’s put that thing back to work.”
Chapter Thirteen
Case
If you’d told me two months ago that I’d be watching my best friend’s sister writhe beneath me, I’d have called you a sick pervert and sent you on your way. But now? I can’t imagine a sweeter sight than Sienna, naked, in my bed with her knees parted, her delicious silky flesh glistening in anticipation.
Her blond hair is draped across my pillow as she looks up at me with those lust-filled blue eyes. Every heave of her chest makes my cock ache with need for her, but I’m determined to make the most of this one night we have together because there won’t be another. And there’s no way I’m throwing all this pent-up desire away in a few quick pumps. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.
I reach for the drawer of my bedside table and extract a gold foil packet. Holding my breath, I make quick work of tearing open the package and putting the condom on. Sienna licks her lips as she watches the latex unroll over my eight inches, propping herself on her elbows to get a better view.
Her cheeks are flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and her wide blue eyes are filled with lust. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.
Once the condom is on, I toss the wrapper to the side and lean down to press a kiss to her lips. “You okay?”
She nods and lifts her pelvis to rub against me.
Damn, she’s sexy.
I push her thighs apart and kneel between her legs. Then I guide myself slowly over her sensitive core. She squirms at the sensation, but I use my other hand to hold her hips firmly in place. The slow building of anticipation is torture for both of us, but in my experience, that’s kind of the point.