“Use your hands.”
I’ve never been with a guy who tells me exactly what he wants before, but I love it, especially since his voice is all gravelly, as though I’m driving him to the edge of his control.
I wrap my hand around him. He’s so thick and hot and all I want to do is mount him and feel that gorgeous cock fill me once again. My breath escapes in a harsh pant, and I cup his heavy balls with my other hand. Oh, wow. I’m having a hard time not squirming, and then realize I already am.
He growls and hauls me upright until I’m standing before him. His hands are everywhere, smoothing over my thighs and butt and teasing my waist. I grip his shoulders and arch into him as he presses his mouth against my stomach. His kisses are rough and his teeth nip me as he inches up my body, and the tiny sparks of pain are driving me out of my mind.
When he sucks my nipple into his warm mouth, I whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders. He’s not gentle and sucks hard, and my clit throbs in tandem to the frantic hammer of my heart.
He pulls back and I tangle my fingers in his wet hair, trying to drag him back to my breast. It’s like trying to shift a mountain, and he grins demonically at my futile efforts.
“Get the condom.” He releases me and I stumble across the shower and rip open the packet with shaky fingers. Then I turn around and he’s leaning back against the wall, his hands gripping the edge of the tiled seat, and the muscles on his arms are bulging with suppressed tension.
I almost drop the damn condom. He has the body of a god, and he knows it.
“You like giving orders, don’t you?” I avoid the spray as I make my way back to him, as I don’t want the condom getting soaked and useless. He doesn’t answer right away. Then I’m standing between his legs, visually feasting on him and relishing every second.
“Do it.” He growls the words and I look up at him. His beautiful eyes are almost black with lust but there’s a definite challenge there, too. I guess his refusal to answer my question is all the answer I need.
It doesn’t even piss me off. No matter what he says or does, I find it all breathlessly arousing.
I roll the condom over the engorged head of his cock, loving the sound of his sharp intake of breath. He pulls me toward him and I straddle his lap, his length pressing against my sensitive folds, and my heels on the seat behind him.
He caresses my back and shoulders and neck, and then dips between my butt cheeks. I shudder and grasp his hair. I swear if he keeps going I’ll come before he even gets near my pussy. I give another involuntary shiver and grind myself along his length in a hopeless effort to relieve the building pressure.
“You plan on riding me anytime soon?”
I pause mid-grind as his words penetrate my lust soaked mind. That’s exactly what I want to do. Why don’t I just do it?
“I’m working up to it.” More like trying to figure out how to manage it without sliding off his lap and onto the floor.
He grunts, palms my ass, and lifts me. “Fuck me now, princess.”
Okay, that works. I grin at him, and he must think I’m crazy but I don’t care. I hover over his cock for a couple of tantalizing seconds until he bares his teeth and snarls.
Actually. Snarls. It’s so freaking hot I forget about trying to be a tease and sink down onto him. Oh, my Lord. My head lolls back, my eyes close, and my mouth opens, but I can’t help it. He fills me so completely, and I’m almost afraid to move in case I shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Zach obviously has no such fear. He grasps my hips to keep me exactly where he wants me and takes me with such force I can’t even think anymore. I cling to his shoulders, taking it all, and my breasts bounce with every frenzied thrust. When he slips his hand between our slick bodies and brushes his finger over my clit, I fall apart, my voice hoarse as I cry out.
He’s right there with me, and his whole body goes rigid as he pumps his release, never ending, mind-blowing. I fall forward and rest my forehead on his. All I can hear is our rasping breath and the sound of my heartbeat in my head, and it just feels…right.
Chapter Five
Zach
I stir, my arm wrapped around a naked woman in my bed. For half a second I think I’m still asleep, before I remember and a satisfied smile cracks my face.
Grace.
I cup her tit and idly play with her nipple. She gives a soft sigh and wriggles her ass against my dick, and I bury my face in the curve of her neck. She smells of Grace and sex, and I’m ready for more.
Except the light’s all wrong.
I roll onto my back and squint at the time on my cell. Shit. It’s nearly midday, and even though it’s Sunday and technically my day off, I’m due at the clubhouse in an hour. I wouldn’t give up the promise of another fuck with Grace for anything but my club, so with a smothered sigh I amble to the bathroom, throwing her a glance over my shoulder.
Her red hair’s splayed across my pillows. Looks even better than I imagined. I very nearly fling back the sheet and give her a quickie while she’s still asleep, but I know once she wraps those legs around me I’ll lose all track of time.
My cock’s more than ready for action as I step into the shower and scrub my body. I like her scent onher, but I smell like a fucking flower.
