As I surrender to his lead, he moves behind me, rubbing himself up against me to the beat. The desire between us sets my skin on fire as my cheeks heat and yearning flares, shooting to every nerve ending in my body. His hands wander over my hips and under my shirt to rest on my bare stomach. He sways behind me, bending his knees, aligning his body with mine. I close my eyes, losing myself to the music.
Our dirty dancing is exhilarating, and I’m getting high as I grind my ass into the crotch of his pants. I hear a wolf whistle and laughs over the music, but I seductively intertwine our bodies, blocking them out.
When a new track plays, he spins me out, then brings me back to face him. The lust in Viper’s eyes sends a shiver rocketing through me. My eyes lower to his lips, and I run my tongue over mine in anticipation. My arms circle his shoulders. I pull his head toward me and take his lips with mine. Our lips caress each other passionately, our tongues plunging deep.
I run my fingers through his styled hair, lost in him, wishing he hadn’t made me change. The denim we’re both wearing is too thick. I’m giddy with booze and eagerness. His hands firmly cup my ass as his eyes dance with greed. He yanks me higher, lifting my feet off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist.
The night seems to get hotter; my skin is sheened with light perspiration. “Bed. Now!” he says through heavy breaths.
I’m panting… though I don’t know if I can wait that long. My legs leave his hips, and as soon as my feet touch the ground, I grab his hand and pull him toward the side of the house, but he pulls me away toward the back door.
“No fucking way are we doing it here.”
No one would see us around the side of the house unless they went looking for us, which is highly unlikely, and I’m desperate.
I stride next to him, rushing inside and toward the stairs as the heat of my blood sears through my veins, my self-control leaving me with every step toward his door. Lust makes my lips reach for his as our bodies crash and stumble together through his bedroom door. We undo and kick off our jeans, then I lift my shirt over my head and we fall together on the bed, his body over mine.
He breaks the kiss to lift his shirt over his head. My hands slide over his broad shoulders to his defined pecs, and then slowly over each ab. I peek at his big thick dick and lick my lips. When I make eye contact, dark predatory eyes stare back at me. He catches my lips again as he roughly squeezes my breast, making me moan. His expert hands roll my hard, tender nipple, sending shockwaves to my core.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Soaking…” I tease.
He groans, then sits up, slipping his hand between my shamelessly open legs. His finger parts my lips and glides into me with ease. I’m aroused, my body feverish. I close my eyes to escape the vulnerability of this position.
“You’re so tight,” he says before he pulls out and thrusts back inside. I clench him greedily. He pushes in two fingers, making my back arch off the mattress, and thrusts in and out with a skilled touch. “You know I’ve been thinking of having you every second of every day since that night?”
“Hmm…” I mumble, entrenched in chasing my orgasm. Even though the night we spent together is hazy at best, I’ve been thinking of him, but I keep my lips mashed together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction I was thinking of him too.
“You’re mine now,” he says as the pad of his thumb circles my clit. Instead of turning me off with his macho bullshit, he only pushes me closer to orgasm as my core tightens and the tension builds.
“I want to see you when you come.” My eyes squeeze shut. He lifts his thumb from my clit, making my eyes fly open. “Good girl,” he purrs.
When his thumb returns to massaging my clit, I cry out, riding my orgasm as pleasure pulses through me. My body goes limp as I gradually come out of my daze. I smile up at him.
Gorgeous face—check.
Abs—check.
Big dick—check.
Sense of humor—check.
To hit the jackpot, I need to see if hegivesgood dick. I lean over, trying to grab him, but he pauses; then his head tilts, and something flashes across his face. “Oh yeah… I forgot,” he says with a cocky look in his eyes.
“Forgot what? What are you waiting for?” I ask as impatience itches at me. I know I just got off, but I want him inside of me.
Instead, he stands, and my mouth falls open as he grabs his jeans and pulls them up. He cringes when he has to bring the jeans over his hips.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “I thought we were going to have sex?”
“I can’t wait to fuck you… over and over again… but I’ve decided you’re not getting my dick until you promise you’ll stay with me past the month that you agreed to.”
I square my shoulders. “You conniving… manipulative… evil man.”
He laughs and then drags his shirt over his head, taking away my view of his hard, muscled body. “I want dick!” I yell angrily.
“Stay married to me then, and I’ll give you as much cock as you can handle.” The sweetness of his tone makes me want to throttle him.
