Page 97 of The Foul Out

“Your full breasts.” With both tan hands, he cupped them. Then he brushed my nipples with his thumbs, sending heat rushing through me. “That flare in your eyes when you’re turned on. Damn, that’s hot. I love the curve of your hips and your soft thighs.”

He continued to toy with my nipples, creating a heavy thrumming between my legs.

“Watch me pleasure you,” he whispered against my ear. “Watch us pleasure each other.” He ghosted his lips along my neck, peppering my skin with kisses as he continued teasing my breasts until I was squirming and my panties were soaked and my body was burning.

Whimpering, I dropped my head back against his chest.

“You ready to watch me make your body come alive?” he murmured against my skin as he ran his hands down my sides. “You ready to watch us both come apart?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

With his fingers hooked into my lace boy shorts, he slowly dragged them down my legs, torturing me the whole way, letting hot fingers trail lightly against my skin as he lowered, his eyes still locked on mine in the mirror. He disappeared from sight, and a moment later, he pressed his lips to my right ass cheek.

“Step,” he commanded. And when I complied, he pressed his lips to my other cheek. “Again.”

I shivered, and he chuckled darkly, which only sent a more violent shudder through me.

“I never would have guessed you’d like to be told what to do.” He ran his tongue over his lower lip and leaned into my hip, inhaling deeply. “Oh, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

I was. Wet, desperate, and ready. I rubbed my thighs together to ease the ache.

He clicked his tongue. “No you don’t.” He brought his arms around me and ran his palms up the inside of my legs separatingthem. Then he inched closer to the apex of my thighs, closer to the place I so desperately needed his touch. But just as the tips of his thumb brushed my pussy, he pulled away and pushed to his feet.

“Do not move,” he whispered against my ear. Then his heat was gone, and he was stepping away.

I started to turn, so I could catalog his every move, guess as to what he would do next.

“Stop,” he commanded. “Remember my rule. You can only watch me in the mirror.”

With a groan, I straightened, obeying, and a moment later, he disappeared from sight. He was still in the room, but I couldn’t find him in the mirror. I could, however, hear him sliding a heavy object across the carpet.

Finally, he stepped back into view, fully naked.

My breath hitched as I drank him in. He was utter perfection. Broad shoulders, high, tight pecs dusted with a small amount of hair. His six-pack abs twitched with each inhale. Narrow hips. And his dick. Thick and long and jutting toward me. A statue should be erected in his honor. Every inch of his body was more beautiful than any work of art on display in any museum.

“You’re much more comfortable looking at me.” He smirked.

I met his eyes in the mirror, still finding it hard to breathe. “You’re perfect.”

“That’s how I feel about you, Crabby. Every inch of you makes me want to fall to my knees and worship your body.” He moved toward me and dropped a kiss to the bare skin of my shoulder. “Hold this.” The vibration of his words echoed through me.

He grasped my hip with one hand and held out a condom.

I pinched it between my fingers, surveyed it. The sight of it was wrong. This moment was too intimate for barriers.

“I’m on the Depo shot,” I whispered, focus fixed on his face in the mirror.

His brows shot up to his hairline as his eyes snapped back to mine. “Are you sure?”

Heart pounding, I nodded. “I’m good if you are.”

“My end-of-season physical.” He swallowed audibly. “Everything was negative. And it’s only been you since then.”

Not letting my eyes leave his, I dropped the condom, letting it fall to the floor. “Then I want to feel you. Just you.”

His fingers at my hip bit into my skin as he shuddered. “Fuck, I need that too.”

He tipped to one side, the top of his body moving just outside the view of the mirror, and yanked a chair toward us. Ah, the dragging sound made sense now.

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