Page 56 of Love on the Rocks
“That’s not how the scene goes, if I remember correctly. No, I’m going to keep playing with you, and you’re going to watch until you come hard on my fingers.” He reached lower, slid one then two fingers inside me. “But if you want to change the scene up . . .” He reached back and the familiar buzz of my vibrator got louder as he rolled my little pink vibrator over my stomach.It was cold, and the shock of it made me gasp. I moaned when it replaced his fingers over my clit. “Oh God.”
“Show me how you like it,” he demanded. Our eyes met in the mirror, and I took the vibrator from him, angling it between my lips. “Do you have any idea how jealous I’ve been of this fucking thing?”
His eyes locked on the vibrator as I pressed it against my clit. My legs started to shake, and he braced me with his arm, his fingers playing with my nipples. I was close, so close. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Tell me what you need,” he breathed, but I was beyond speech. He slipped his fingers inside me from behind, pumping and curling around that wicked spot he’d discovered. “Go ahead, squeeze my fingers with that beautiful cunt.”
Then I was shaking, dropping into his arms as another enormous orgasm rocked through me. I went limp in his arms as he continued to wring every last bit of it from me. Only then did he push me down on the bed. I pulled him down on top of me, my lips greedily seeking his. I rubbed my tits against his chest, loving how hard he felt against my softness, the hair tickling my sensitive nipples.
“You’d better have a condom this time,” I warned as his head dipped down to devour my breast until I was arching up against him and panting.
“In the drawer,” he mumbled, moving over the other breast. I fumbled to open it, pulled out a new box that had yet to be opened.
“Are you kidding me? Why is this still sealed shut?” I ripped at it, pulling out a packet and shoved it at him.
He ripped it open with his teeth and then rolled it on. I clawed at his back, dragging him up for another drugging kiss, clawing at his firm ass. I opened my legs wide. “I need you.”
He stilled, poised at my entrance. I could feel the tip of him, just there, ready to stretch me out. His dark eyes met mine. “Say that again,” he demanded.
“I need you. Now.” With another guttural growl he impaled me in one smooth stroke. For a minute I couldn’t breathe as I adjusted to the feeling of him deep inside me. So deep. I had to spread my legs more to accommodate his sheer size.
He groaned, closed his eyes. “Fuck, it’s even better than I imagined.”
Knowing that he’d imagined this made me even hotter. I was still a bundle of exposed nerves after that orgasm, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to have another one.
“Are you just going to lay there or are you going to fuck me?” I clutched his ass against me and wiggled my hips.
“So damn bossy. Will you just let me enjoy this moment?” He kissed me softly, thoroughly, while he began a gentle rhythm inside me, every movement slow and deliberate. Was he trying to drive me insane? He had so much brute strength I wanted him to use it on me. I wanted him to lose control.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. “You want more?”
He ground his hips into me, the base of his pelvis grinding into my clit. I was so close.
“Harder!” I ordered. His hips slammed into me again. “Oh fuck. Harder!”
His rhythm increased until he was pounding into me, making animal noises deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. I was practically sobbing. “Harder!”
And then I was coming, spasming around him, again and again, as he continued to drive into me, his chest slick with sweat, his skin slapping against mine. “Yes, yes,” I cried asanother orgasm crested through me, picking me up and crashing me down into the sheets.
Desperate to give him the same release, I pressed my heels hard into his ass, until he was throbbing inside me, his whole body convulsing over mine. He collapsed on top of me, panting, his hands still gripping my hands over my head, his face buried in my neck. Finally, he raised up and stared down at me.
“Fuck,” he whispered, tracing his finger over my jaw and bending down to kiss me tenderly like he wasn’t my worst enemy.
Chapter 23
At last he had touched her. How could he resist when her beautiful, ripe body stared back at him in the mirror? He was only human after all. His self-control had its limits.
- One Week with the Greek
NIKOS
Iwas way out of my depth here.
I’d never fucked so hard in my life. It was a wonder we didn’t break the bed. I’d wanted to go slow, take my time and savor her, but she kept goading me on. And where she was concerned there were no half measures. I wanted it all.
If I had died the moment I burst inside her, I would have gone out of this world a happy man. And that was saying something since I hadn’t been happy in a very long time. On a mission, yes. I had a purpose. I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I thought I didn’t need anything more. I was wrong.
Whatever this was, I needed it.
