Page 70 of Until You're Mine
Her finger drifted lower, and my body was ready to take more abuse at the hands of this girl. “Guess that meansIneed to do the work,” she said.
I was about to argue, but then she crawled on top of me. She rocked her hips and my groan was all pleasure this time.
I ran my hands up her thighs, my energy slowly returning.
She toyed with the bottom of her shirt. “Okay, so I’m guessing about now’s when you’d remove my top.”
“You know me. The sooner I get you naked, the better. If it were up to me, you’d lose your clothes the second you stepped inside my apartment.”
“Well, lucky for me, you were already shirtless when I arrived.”
“I strive to please.”
She pulled off her top, and I soaked in the sight of the hot-pink bra I’d asked her to model for me. Her confidence and the seductive way she peered down at me propelled me right from want to need, and my cock twitched, impatient for his turn.
“That bra’s even sexier than I thought it’d be, but now I’m wondering how it’d look on my floor.”
“Well, I know how unimaginative you can be.” She reached up and pushed one of the straps off her shoulders. She batted her eyelashes as she did the same with the other side. Then she reached behind her to unhook it, and my lungs stopped taking in oxygen.
The bra hung there, suspended for a blood-pumping eternity, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I curled my hand around the little pink bow in the center and jerked it down and off. While I was thoroughly enjoying the show, there was no way I was letting her do all the work—or have all the fun—so I dipped my head to one of her exposed breasts and flicked her hard nipple with my tongue.
She squirmed, the friction turning me on even more, and all thoughts of sore muscles drifted away.
“Be careful,” she said. “I’d hate for you to sprain something.”
I gently bit down and she made a husky sound in the back of her throat that would haunt my dreams for weeks. When she pulled away, I started to protest, but then she held up a finger.
“Patience, Grasshopper.”
“I have no patience,” I ground out. “You should know that by now.”
“Well, then, we better work on that.” She undid the button on her shorts, then took her time tugging down her zipper, and I thought it’d be worth the resulting pain to shoot up and push her against the wall.
My muscles throbbed like they were telling medon’t even think about it, buddy, but a more insistent throbbing grew stronger, and it was seconds from taking over. Finally the fabric fell to the floor, and she stepped out of her shorts, leaving her in nothing but lacy pink panties that matched her discarded bra.
I reached for her, and she smacked my hand away. I growled, and she flashed me a falsely-innocent vixen smile. I clicked my tongue. “Taking advantage of a poor, beat-up guy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I feel so sorry for you, the guy who purposely submits himself to a lifestyle that means sore muscles and constantly being punched and jabbed.” She shimmied her hips, a few inches out of my reach. “What about me? I’ve got to do my jobandyour job just to get off.”
I shot out my arm, caught her wrist, and yanked her to me. She tumbled into my lap, her perky tits rising and falling with her low, intoxicating laughter. Every muscle in my body burned from the fast movement, and it was totally worth it. I sank my teeth into her earlobe. “No need to do my job. I’ll get it done just fine, I promise.”
My fingers dug into her hips as I gripped them and thrust against her, and she shuddered and whispered my name. “You wanna keep playing?” I asked.
She nodded, and before I could make my next move, she rolled her hips, her damp heat meeting my hard, ready dick. “Fuck, baby. You keep that up, and this game’s going to end before I want it to.”
“That’s okay,” she said, rolling her hips again, and there was no way I was going to come in my shorts like it was my first time, even if every time with Brooklyn felt like a new first.
I reached between us, moved her panties aside, and dragged a knuckle over her. She whimpered, her nipples getting even harder, and I repeated the move, spreading her wetness over her and paying attention to where she moaned the loudest.
My eyes met hers as I anticipated watching her come undone in my arms. I slipped a finger inside of her, groaning at the way her walls clamped down on my finger. I couldn’t wait to settle myself between her thighs and sink in nice and deep, but I had a job to do first.
I added another finger, and she gripped my shoulders and rocked against my hand. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I asked. “What you do to me? I’ve never felt this way before, not with anyone else.”
I curled my fingers, searching for the spot that would send her over the edge.
“Omigosh, right there. Yes, yes,yes.”
One more pump of my fingers and her orgasm rocketed through her. I leaned back to enjoy the show, and boy did I. Enough that I was going to request an encore every night.
