Page 10 of Hot & Bothered

The man had a great butt. She’d even boldly given it a little nip with her teeth last night when she told him to roll over onto his front, and she straddled him with her naked body and gave him a massage.

His moans of delight from her deep-tissue treatment encouraged her to get brazen, and just as she dug her elbow into a tight spot on his hamstring, she dipped her head and bit his muscular glute.

“Hey!” he’d said with a chuckle. “Did you just bite my butt?”

“Maybe,” she teased, sitting back up and running her hands up his side to his shoulders again.

Before she could blink, or get to work on his tight traps, she was back beneath him. “Well, now I’ve definitely got to bite yours,” he said, hovering above her. “It’s only fair.”

He’d done more than just bite her butt, too. His tongue found her crease and, along with a couple of fingers in her pussy, he brought her to a climax unlike any she’d ever had before. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk in the morning after that.

But, just like seeing, walking was overrated, too.

He woke her up with his tongue between her legs, then crawled up her body, slid a condom on like a pro, and was inside her, reminding her of his prowess and stamina in all the best possible ways.

Arching her back, she pressed her breasts toward his mouth. He took the cue, dropping his lips to her left nipple and scissoring his teeth over the tight, achy bud. She moaned and squeezed her pussy around his cock, loving the way his lower belly stroked her clit.

She knew he was working out extra hard because he was training for E.R.T., which was the Canadian version of S.W.A.T. But even without all the additional training, Jace was probably a fine specimen of a man. His abs had abs. And that sexy V that ran along his hip bones, down beneath his boxers, made her mouth water and her clit throb. She licked it more than once last night, but that only given her a taste, and now she wanted more.

He moved his mouth to the other breast and delivered the same decadent torture to that nipple. Sucking and biting, scissoring his teeth until a delicious throb pulsed in her chest. She heard that some women could orgasm just from nipple stimulation, and although she’d never done so herself, she understood how it was possible—at least now.

Maybe all those women had been with Jace Shepherd.

His movements were slow and deliberate. There was no rushing things with this man. Everything Jace did was done with precision and concentration. His cadence was measured, and even the time spent on each breast was exactly the same—not that she was timing him or anything.

He kissed one side of her neck, then the other.

The need to balance her out was so fitting for this Libra.

Her orgasm built like a snow mound. Each one of his thrusts, each one of his kisses, was another snowflake on the stack, until eventually it would either kiss the sky, or topple over from its own weight.

Her initial reaction was to squeak in surprise when he abruptly rolled them over and she suddenly found herself on top.

“I like this angle,” he said, smiling lazily up at her. Her hair was a wild and wavy mess around her shoulders, and her pale, freckled breasts bounced as he bucked up beneath her. She hinged forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest, and began to bob up and down on his lap.

His pelvis scraped just perfectly against her clit, pushing her close once again to that beautiful orgasm that whispered on the fringes.

His right hand snaked around behind her and one finger probed her hole. They locked eyes. He lifted a brow, subtly asking for consent. She smiled and nodded, relaxing her muscles so he could push that finger in a little further. But before he could do that, he brought his hand around in front of her and between her legs. He gripped his cock as it disappeared inside of her, rubbing his thumb over her clit, then gathering some of her arousal.

Then he wrapped that hand back around her and, with a lubed finger, he pressed against her tight rosette once more. She relaxed and pushed out with her muscles, allowing him to slip inside with ease.

That divine new bit of pressure and his finger pressing on a new erogenous zone made her lower belly flutter. Her clit throbbed and her nipples pebbled even harder than they already were.

She was close.

So freaking close.

The knowing grin on Jace’s face said he knew she was struggling to hang on.

Her lips twisted into a cheeky smile. Then she squeezed his cock with all her might, pushed back against his finger so it went inside of her even deeper, and finally let go.

Tipping her head back so her chin pointed to the ceiling, she cried out, allowing the snow pile to topple over and take her with it. Only based on how hot and bothered she was, and how much steam they were generating, fogging up the windows, that snow pile would be a puddle in no time.

Jace followed her release with his own seconds later, stilling as his hand gripped her hip tight and his finger in her ass paused.

She was still in the throes of her climax, but pried one eye open to watch him. His mouth was opened and a look of pure elation streaked across his face.

His expression only spurred her on, and another orgasm clambered forward on the heels of the first. She rode Jace hard, back and forth, loving the way his cock split her open. The intense stretch, the feeling of being so beautifully full, was riveting. The man had a nice cock. No weird bend to it, nice and long and with a girth that made her see stars.

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