Page 61 of The Wingman

He’s a bit hesitant at first, but when I wiggle my ass, searching for his thumb, he circles my puckered opening.

“Yes,” I say, and he groans.

“You’re killing me, babe. My cock is so goddam hard. I’m fucking hurting.”

“I can kiss it better.”

His hand circles my body, presses against my clit, and in seconds flat the world disappears from my vision. I give over to the sensations, and a hot burst of heat floods my sex and pours from my trembling body. Rider leans over me, his entire being absorbing my convulsions, and anchoring me to him as I ride out the waves. God, I love the way he makes me feel so safe.

“I love when you let go and come like that. It’s so damn beautiful.”

I gasp for breath, and he circles my clit, his thumb still in my backside. I glance at him over my shoulder, take in his pants. “You’re way overdressed. I want you naked, now,” I demand.

His grin is wicked, as one brow arches at my command, but it’s easy to tell he likes it when I’m bossy. Well then…

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I just did. So get on with it.” His chuckle reverberates through me, and I move forward on the bed. His fingers fall from my sex, and I miss his touch already as I turn to sit on the bed. “I want your cock right here,” I say and take one of his fingers and slide it into my mouth. I taste myself on his finger as I suck and he groans as his head falls back.

“You are so good at that.”

A thread of satisfaction weaves its way through me and feeds my desire. I reach for his pants, and open his button and zipper and struggle to get them down. His finger plops from my hungry mouth to shove his pants down his legs. He gets them to his ankles, uses his heels to remove them and kicks them away.

“Clothes are so damn overrated,” he teases as he steps up to me, taking his cock into his hand to rub. My gaze drops to it. I want to be the one exploring his erection again with my hands and mouth.

“In fact,” he says. “When we’re here, I think we should have a new rule. No clothes at all.”

I grin at him and almost forget how to breathe, but when I take in a breath, the scent of his skin curls around me. My entire body heats all over again. How will I ever make it out of this affair in one piece? Yeah, he’s made a mess of me, but I can’t say he hadn’t warned me—or that I hadn’t asked him to.

“I’m not going to argue with that,” I say, working hard to rein myself in as I become aware of his entire body—every beautiful inch of it. “But I’d like to wear them while I’m cooking. I’m not a thrill-seeker like you.”

He wets his finger and brushes it over my bottom lip like he’s preparing me for his fat cock, but I’m ready. I am so ready.

“You’re a little more adventurous

than you think, Jules,” he whispers, his warm breath falling over me.

I smile up at him. I like the idea of that. “Well, let’s see how adventurous I can be right now,” I say and lean forward to lick the pre-cum pooling on his crown.

“Motherfucker,” he growls and grips my hair and tugs. Who knew hair pulling could be so erotic? The things this man has taught me.

I moan, loving the taste of him on my tongue, the way he fills my mouth, widening my jaw almost to the point of pain. I take him deep and relax my throat to take even more and his heated curses fill me with pleasure. He grows in my mouth, his veins filling with heated blood as he rocks into me.

“Jules, my god, Jules, that mouth of yours.”

His voice is deep, tortured and I slide my hands around his body and cup his perfect ass. He’s so close I can almost taste his release on my tongue, but he inches back and his dark gray eyes meet mine.

“I need to be inside you,” he says with a calm that belies his shaking body. I don’t answer, instead I nod and shimmy back on the bed. “Lubricant?” he asks, and I know exactly what he has in mind.

“Drawer,” I say.

He pulls open the drawer and does a quick scan of my toys before snatching the lubricant. “If I knew you had these, I would have asked you to use them when we Skyped.”

“Why bother Skyping? I can do it right here with you in the room.”

His chuckle is hoarse and edgy. “You are such a fucking tease. Now get to the middle of the bed, and spread your legs for me.”

I position myself and widen my thighs, welcoming him into my body as he grabs a condom from his pants. He sheathes himself, and climbs over me. His lips settle over mine, his tongue soft and probing at first, but becoming more urgent as I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips, taking him deep inside me.

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