A day later, Amy wasn’t working at the coffee shop, so Brogan urged her to relax before her afternoon class. The last few days had been wild, and while he was used to this way of living, he was worried about the toll the stress might take on her.
So, she was reading a book, sitting on one end of his brown leather sofa with a steaming cup of coffee beside her. She hadn’t put her contacts in yet, and the glasses combined with her oversized sweater and the messy bun she’d pulled her hair into to give her a sexy nerd vibe that made his cock ache for her.
He’d just finished working out an hour ago and emerged from the shower to find her like this. She was wearing shorts as well, and they barely covered her ass. As he watched, she stretched her bare legs out on the couch.
Fuck.She was killing him.
He shifted his weight in the chair where he was sitting, scrolling through his phone. There was nothing on his screen that was nearly as interesting as watching Amy. He took note of the way that she absentmindedly tapped her fingers against the armrest and nibbled her bottom lip as her eyes ran back and forth over the pages.
Everything she did drove him crazy, and she wasn’t even trying.
Suddenly, she looked up from the book, her eyes meeting his. She must have sensed him watching her. The way that she smiled at him made something warm seem to take up space in his chest. The emotion connected to it was strange, and he tried to ignore it. It was better to focus on something that made more sense to him. Like ravaging her.
The heat in her eyes told him that she was having the same thoughts. Sexual tension fizzled in the air between them, and Brogan rose from his seat. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer just for the sake of keeping an emotional distance between them. He was starting to suspect that that ship had sailed, anyway.
So, why deny himself a little pleasure?
Amy closed the book and put it aside just as he reached her. Reaching down, he picked her up, making her squeal in surprise as her arms came around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed,” he said, adjusting his hold on her so that he could give her ass a squeeze.
“That’s pretty presumptuous.”
“Are you playing hard to get, Princess?” he asked, walking toward his bedroom.
“Princess?” she repeated, clearly struggling not to grin as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at him.
“It suits you.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not. Are you saying that I act bossy and spoiled?”
They’d reached his room now, and he laid her on the bed. The light was off, but enough daylight streamed in around the black curtain that he could see her with no trouble.
“Not at all, but I’m happy to go down on my knees for you.”
With that, he slid those tiny shorts down her legs, along with her black satin panties. Grabbing her legs, he sank to his knees and pulled her toward him until her ass was at the edge of the mattress. Amy propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him as he placed his hands on her knees, spreading her wide for him.
“Look at you, so wet for me,” he said, licking his lips as he looked up at her face. “I’m dying for a taste.”
A shudder ran through her body, and she leaned back on the bed as he started to kiss up her inner thigh. He positioned her legs so that they were thrown over his shoulders and moved his hands beneath her to grab a hold of her ass, bringing her glistening pussy to his mouth so that he could feast on her.
Flattening his tongue, he licked up her center, swirling his tongue around her clit. Amy let out a rough cry of pleasure. He glanced up to see that she was pulling her sweater off over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The sight of her completely naked and the taste of her sweet pussy on his tongue made his erection pulse with need.
But it would have to wait. He wanted to make her come before he sank his cock inside of her.
He explored every inch of her with his tongue, listening to her moans to figure out what she liked. He concentrated on the sensitive bud at the top of her sex with his mouth as he slipped a finger inside of her.
Amy’s legs tightened around him, and she reached down, placing her hands on the back of his head as if to hold him in place as her hips undulated. She was riding his face, seeking out more friction to get her where she needed to be.
It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Growling, he worked his mouth against her faster, adding a second finger to her entrance. He pumped in and out, and she came hard, gasping and quivering. She got impossibly wetter as the wall of her pussy fluttered around his fingers.
He needed to be inside of her.Now.
As her moaning faded, Brogan got to his feet and stripped out of his clothes at record speed. There was a new box of condoms on his dresser and he ripped it open impatiently, sending little foil packets flying. Amy’s chuckle made him glance in her direction.
She was gorgeous, spread out naked on the bed with a flush covering her neck and cheeks. Her grin was lazy and her eyes shone with satisfaction and amusement. Snatching a condom, he rolled it on and returned to her, stroking his cock.
“Turn over,” he commanded. “Move to the middle of the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
