Page 74 of Hard Rock Desires
“Are you insinuating that my intentions are impure?”
He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against him.
“I’m not insinuating,” he said. “I’m outright accusing.”
He used his index finger to trace a line along my collarbone and across the swell of my breasts before trailing between the valley of my chest. He hooked the tip of his finger underneath the knot where I’d tucked the towel closed.
My toes curled unconsciously.
He tugged, and I let the towel fall to the floor. He inhaled sharply, eyes zeroed in on my breasts.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathed.
My nipples peaked, both from the cool air and the hunger in that gaze. He palmed my breasts with both hands and brushed his thumbs over the stiff nubs. My back arched, giving him better access as tingles zipped straight from my nipples to the apex of my thighs, a direct line of pleasure. But it wasn’t fair that I was the only one naked. I wanted to feel him under my hands, too.
“Off,” I demanded as I tugged at his shirt.
He immediately tossed it over his head and threw it to the floor. I ran my hands over his chest, fully enjoying the hard muscles underneath silky, tanned skin. Every ripple of his toned abs inflamed my rabid thirst. I pressed my lips to the center of his chest, inhaling deeply as I took in that delicious scent. Then I darted my tongue out for a quick lick and took delight in his squirming and undignified noise.
“Are you ticklish?” I teased.
“No,” he protested.
I darted out with my tongue, and he made that noise again.
“You want to start a tickle fight now?” he asked. “You do remember how our last game went?”
Before I could answer, he scooped me up and threw me onto the bed. He immediately parted my thighs and crawled between my legs. He kissed, nipped and sucked his way up from my ankle to the back of my knee, then right to the crease of my hip. Now it was my turn to squirm and squeak, but his strong grip on my thighs kept me open and vulnerable to his attacks.
Then he dove between my legs and licked a long stripe between my folds. I shrieked, bringing a fist to my mouth to stifle the sound before his roommates heard.
“So fucking delicious,” he murmured into my skin. “Just want to lick up every drop of you.”
He continued sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, playing with me expertly until I was a wet, writhing mess.
I grabbed at his hair and pulled tightly on the strands. He seemed to understand my urgency. He thrust two fingers into me, curling upward and hitting that perfect spot. I exploded, hips bucking and limbs thrashing. I moaned in the back of my throat, clamping my lips together to keep from being too loud.
He worked me through it until the pleasure subsided, and I sank down into the mattress with a sigh. He cradled me to his chest and pet my hair, but it wasn’t long before the fire inside me re-kindled. I could feel his hard length pressing into me. I shifted until it was my turn to lay between his legs, pushing him down onto his back. I slithered down his body until my mouth was hovering just above his tip. Damn, he was so big. Without warning, I sucked him into my mouth.
“Fuck—” He let out a grunt. “Grace—”
I licked and swirled, taking him deep then pulling back, relishing the taste of him. His thick cock lay heavy on my tongue. He grew harder and harder in my mouth, his breathing becoming more and more unsteady, until he was throbbing and cursing.
“That goddamn mouth of yours,” he groaned.
He gripped my hair in a loose ponytail and lifted my head. His length left the circle of my lips with a pop. He pulled me up and crushed his mouth to mine.
“I don’t want this end too soon,” he said breathlessly. Then his voice turned deep and commanding. “Now turn over.”
A thrill raced through me, my insides pulsing and aching. With a tight grip on my hips, he positioned me on my hands and knees, lifting me up and making me arch my back. He ran a hand along the curve from the back of my neck, following my spine until he was cupping my ass. The cool air breezed over me, making me shudder. I was fully bare to his gaze.
“That luscious ass of yours is going to fucking kill me,” he growled.
He stretched forward to reach inside his bedside table and pulled out a foil packet. He quickly rolled on protection, then returned. The tip of his cock nudged against me, nestling between my wet folds. My fists clenched down, gripping the sheets, fingers and toes curling in anticipation.
He didn’t make me wait. The thick, blunt head parted my slick inner walls, a smooth, easy glide. I let out a squeaking noise. He rocked against me in a steady rhythm. I arched back to meet him with every thrust and withdrawal.
He was going too slow. He wasn’t going deep enough. I wanted to be able to take all of him. I wanted to take every inch. I wanted to take everything he could give me.
