Page 46 of Hold You Close
“But what?” I reach behind her back, easy to do since it’s bowed toward me, and unhook her bra with one hand.
“But we’ve been down this road before.”
“It was a good trip, if I recall correctly.” I slide my palms from her taut stomach up over both breasts. The light from my closet spills into the room, but she’s still in shadow. Her skin is luminous in the dark. My cock is steel in my boxers. If she says no at this point, I will need a long, hot shower during which I will jerk off repeatedly to the memory of her beneath me in this bed, my hands on her perfect round tits.
“It was good,” she murmurs, her eyes closing while I tease her nipples with my fingers. “But it ended so badly.”
“It could be good again.” I move to lie above her, settling my hips between her thighs. “Just for fun. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, fuck.” She can feel my erection through the soft, thin fabric of the yoga pants she’s wearing. Judging from the way her hands go straight to my ass and pull me closer, I think she likes it. “You’re so hard.”
“Yes,” I say, rolling my hips in a slow, sinuous motion, rubbing my cock against her sweet spot. I put my mouth right next to her ear and speak softly. “You shouldn’t make me so hard, London. But you do. It’s driving me fucking crazy how much I want you.”
“But Ian.” She slides her hands inside the waistband of my underwear. “We hate each other. Don’t we?”
“That’s right. We do.” I lower my head to her throat and kiss my way down her chest. When I close my lips over one tight pink tip, she moans, bringing her hands back to my head. I suck at her greedily, continuing to rock my hips above her. Pretty soon my hands are dragging her pants and underwear off in one long swoop, and she doesn’t stop me. In fact, she sits up and whips her shirt over her head and flings her bra to the floor.
“Take your boxers off,” she demands breathlessly.
“Even in bed, you’re bossy.” But I do as she says, then kneel between her legs. My dick has hijacked my pride at this point. I will have this woman one way or another tonight, and I don’t give a fuck about the circumstances.
“I like bossing you around.” She reaches out and wraps her fingers around my cock, squeezing as she works her fist up and down my shaft.
“Yeah?” I’m momentarily paralyzed by how good it feels to have her hands on me, and for a second I’m afraid I might blow my load like a teenager.
“Yeah. You make it so easy.” She dips her head down and swirls her tongue over my crown, and my dick twitches threateningly.
“Christ. Enough.” I tip her backward and shimmy down her body until my head is between her thighs. “It’s my turn to get bossy now.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.” I give her a long, slow stroke with my tongue right up her center, lingering at the top, gratified by her tortured sigh. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make you come so hard with my tongue you won’t even know what day it is. You’re going to beg for more. You’re going to beg for my cock. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
Just so she knows I mean what I say, I lick her firm, swollen clit again and then suck it gently into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her hands claw the sheets. Her legs tremble. Her hips undulate beneath my jaw, and her moan grows so loud I know she’s forgotten we’re not alone in the house. “Good girl. But you’re not allowed to scream, London, even though you’re going to want to. I don’t want to be interrupted tonight.”
She whines faintly as I slip two fingers inside her, and my cock surges with envy at the tight, wet heat surrounding them. I can’t help moving my hips, fucking the mattress like I want to be fucking her. I slide my fingers deeper, searching for the secret place that will put her over the edge, working her clit with my mouth. I know exactly when I find it.
“Oh, God, I hate you,” she breathes, her body clenching around my fingers, her hands moving through my hair. I go at her even harder, and her hands curl into fists, pulling my hair so hard my scalp stings. “I hate you so much.”
I’m fucking loving this.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh my fucking God . . .” She drops her head to the side and whimpers softly, desperately trying to stay quiet as her body convulses and her clit beats repeatedly against my tongue. I keep going until I’m positive her orgasm is finished, then I back off and wipe my mouth with my forearm.
London props herself up on her elbows and looks at me like she can’t decide whether to kick me or kiss me. It’s hot as fuck.
“Say it,” I demand, reaching over to the nightstand drawer for a condom. “Say you want more.”
Her eyes are big and hungry as she watches me roll it onto my cock. Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive. I can see she wants it, but she’s torn between another orgasm and putting me in my place.
I’m betting the orgasm wins.
“Say it, London.” I take my dick in my hand and rub the tip over her clit.
“I want more,” she hisses.
I give her just the crown. “More what?”
“You know what.”
