The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(50)

I had noticed his pad was pretty boss.

I thought about that a microsecond.

Then I thought about his dick being hard.

I looked that way.

“Babe, get in bed,” he commanded.

I looked to his face.

“I really think we have to have this home décor situation hammered out,” I teased.

He rolled, reached out a long arm, and I had to bite back crying out when he caught my wrist and yanked me into bed.

I landed on him, he rolled again so I was on my back and he was on me, and with barely a few moves we were tangled in each other and the comforter.

I looked into his ridiculously handsome face and shared, “You do know, with your modern-day caveman act of hauling me around, it’s so hot, we’re never gonna go slow.”

He grinned down at me. “You wet?”

“I was wet before I left the bathroom.”

His grin changed, his face changed, I felt both changes in my womb, and both got closer as his hands made moves, yanking the comforter out from in between.

“Let’s see,” he murmured.

Then he kissed me.

God, I loved his taste, the feel of his beard, the smell of him.

I slid my fingers into his hair.

And I loved his thick hair.

His hand found my thigh, skin to skin, which meant he had his target in reach.

He didn’t delay.

But his lips (and beard) slid to my neck as his fingers whispered over the damp gusset of my panties.

I sighed.

“You’re wet,” he murmured in my ear.

I bore down on his hand, turning my head.

He caught my mouth and hooked a finger in the gusset, tugging down.

He shifted to the side and I took my hands from his hair to help him pull down my panties.

I had to wheel my legs a little to get them off.

Toby pulled them free and they went flying.

Then I was on my back, he had angled his body away, yanking the rest of the comforter free. And when he succeeded in fully releasing me, his hands were at my hips, and he ended the kiss with his teeth sunk into my lower lip.

Fucking, fucking hot.

He slid my nightie up to my ribs.

Then one hand went down, the other slid up over my breast, my chest, neck. He released my lip and simultaneously hit my clit with a finger as he slid another finger in my mouth.

“Fuckin’ fuck,” he grunted as my eyes rolled back in my head, my hips rocked into his finger, and I sucked hard on the one in my mouth.

Half-mast, I gazed at him as I drew deep and rode the circles he was pressing into my clit, but mostly rode the sensations he was creating by pressing them there.

He pressed harder and I moaned.

His fingers slid away.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Too late. Too hot,” he rumbled, gliding down my body.

A second later, one of my legs was tossed over his shoulder. He ran his hand up the back of my other thigh and cocked it high. He then dipped his head, and Toby and his beard were going down on me.

Oh, hell yes.

I arched into him, whimpering, “Toby.”

He dug in, sucking hard, dropping a smidge and then tongue fucking me.

Oh, hell yes.

Nice.

Both hands in his hair, again came my breathy, “Toby.”

On my back, I was riding his mouth, and he was driving me wild.

Too wild.

I fisted my fingers in his hair and warned, “Toby.”

He came up over me, rolled off, flipped me to my belly, hauled me up to my hands and knees and positioned in front of me, hands on either side of my head tipping it back.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This caveman shit rocked.

He took one hand away to grab his cock, and I lifted my gaze up to him as I felt the head touch my lips.

They parted for him.

His eyes burning down at me as he watched, me just burning, he slid inside.

I sucked deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

So.

Fucking.

Seriously.

The caveman shit worked for me.

He pulsed inside, and I drew. Our eyes locked as he face-fucked me and God, God, God, watching him get off on taking my mouth got me off . . . totally.

I was whimpering around his thick, hard dick, rocking into his gentle thrusts, my eyes drifting closed when he slid out.

My eyes shot open.

“Do not move,” he ordered thickly, twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, and came back with a condom.

Foil gone, I watched from close as he rolled it on.

He barely got it to the root before he was on his back and pulling me over his hips.

“Down,” he growled.

I moved down.

And he filled me.

My head fell back, and I could feel my hair gliding through the satin to my waist.

“Fuck yeah, Addie, now ride.”

I tipped my head forward and moved on him, slow . . .

God, all the gloriousness of him in my bed, staring up at me with that hungry look on his face, filling me with his cock . . .

Faster . . .

His hands at my hips shifted, one moving in to roll his thumb at my clit, one going up, and on a mini-ab curl he wrapped it around the back of my neck and pulled me to him as he settled back down so I was forced to plant a hand in his chest and angle into his dick . . .