He spread my thighs apart and positioned his face between my legs. And then his warm tongue was lapping at my center.
Holy fuck, this man was talented with his mouth. Sparks of white heat radiated from my center, and I knew this wouldn’t take long. My body throbbed with pleasure, and I reached up to massage my neglected breasts.
While I should have felt embarrassed, because dear God, I was literally riding his face, I didn’t. My hips gyrated in time with his tongue’s furious strokes, and still I wanted more. I heard a clanking sound and opened my eyes. Shaw had undone his belt, and his hand was on his thick cock, slowly stroking up and down.
Transfixed, I watched as a drop of fluid formed at the tip, and had the desperate urge to lick it off. Then he closed his lips over my clit and sucked—hard, and I cried out in bliss.
“Shaw . . .”
“That’s right. Take it, baby. I want you to come apart.”
I pinched my nipples and continued bucking against his face, so wet I was dripping. Shaw devoured me, his tongue lashing beautifully against my sensitive center, all while continuing to stroke himself. It was too much. I closed my eyes as the sensation crashed through me. White light stung my eyes and stole my breath, causing my inner muscles to clench as a powerful orgasm rocketed through me. I fell forward onto his torso, completely spent.
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and knew Shaw was about to sheath himself in a condom. But first I wanted my own taste . . .
Untangling my limbs from his, I climbed down his body and turned until I was facing my target. Gripping his large cock in my right hand, I cupped his taut sack with the other. He raised up onto his elbows to watch with dark, hooded eyes.
Being with him, experiencing his brand of wicked intimacy, made me more daring than I’d ever been before. He made me brave and bold.
Keeping my eyes on his, I brought the tip of him to my waiting mouth. I rubbed his sensitive crown back and forth over my flattened tongue while massaging his balls, waiting for that sound he made whenever I pleased him. A small grunt, just a breath of air pushed from his lungs, but it was the best sound on the planet. That sound had come to mean everything to me. It meant he was fully present, here in this moment with me. Just me and him.
“Enough dicking around.” He growled, lifting me up so I was straddling his lap, with a smirk I wanted to kiss right off his full, sexy lips.
But I’d come to recognize that look in his eyes. He didn’t like the sweet, tender treatment I enjoyed showering him with. He wanted it hard and fast and furious. My theory was that was the only way to quiet all the discontent in his head. It made my heart hurt for him, but it also made me eager to please him and give him what he so desperately needed.
I waited for him to sheath himself with the condom, and then positioned myself over him.
“I need you hard tonight . . .” He paused, his throat bobbing. “That okay?”
He never asked. Never gave me any indication that he was even aware of how I might feel about our encounters. I was taken aback for a moment. He was giving me a choice, and I wanted to make the right decision.
“Whatever you need. I’m here,” I assured him, bringing my palm to his cheek and stroking lightly over the stubble.
After a steely look, he captured my wrist and restrained it behind me. “Good. Then ride my dick.”
I aligned myself with him, feeling the broad head of him flush up against my wet center.
“Perfect,” he growled.
I took a deep breath, preparing to impale myself with him—and then paused. Took one last look in his eyes and totally lost my nerve.
Chapter Four
Shaw
She hesitated.
We were right on the brink. Right on the brink of ecstasy.
And she fucking hesitated.
“Sunshine?” I croaked. I felt like I was going to burst if she didn’t wrap me in her warmth. Now. I was desperate in a way I hadn’t been before, but I ignored that new and emerging feeling lurking in the background.
“What are we doing, Shaw?” Her tone was as strained and desperate as I felt. “This is wrong . . . Isn’t this wrong?” Her delicate features were painted with confusion and anguish.
“We’re doing whatever the fuck we want. We’re two consenting adults, right?”
“Right,” she said, her voice small and unconvinced.
“You’ve always been there for me—all my life. How is this different?” God, I was a selfish prick. Giving her this little pep talk only made me hate myself more.
“Of course I have, Shaw. It’s just . . .”
“Just what? You don’t enjoy this?” My words were too quick, my tone too confident. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince her or myself.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was still balanced over my lap, so close, damp and glistening, our bodies still ready despite the turn in mood.
“I do. Of course I do. And that’s what scares me,” she admitted.
Her words stung, but I couldn’t allow myself to process them. Couldn’t allow myself to absorb them too deeply. Otherwise, I might feel guilty about what I was doing. No . . . I was a man on a mission and I knew what I wanted. No, needed.
When I cupped her breasts in my palms, my thumbs stroking her pebbled nipples, she released a soft groan. “Then take me, baby. Take me like only you can.”
I met her eyes and saw everything I needed to know reflected back in them. Her raw desire radiated back at me, blinding and powerful. She needed this just as badly as I did, only I had no fucking idea why.