After the waves had rolled through her, her body going lax against me, she breathed, “Holyshit, you’re good at that.”
Rather than answer her, I didn’t move from the heaven between her thighs. Instead, I lifted my eyes to connect with hers and doubled down on my efforts, this time adding my fingers to the mix. I slipped my middle two inside her, curling them up and stroking her from the inside while I traced unending circles around her clit with my tongue.
“Oh shit. He’s going to try to make me come again,” she whispered to herself, disbelief threaded in her tone. Then to me, she said, “You’re going to try to make me come again?”
Normally it would’ve taken an act of God to remove my mouth from her pussy, but I wanted to be very clear about one thing.
I lifted my lips from her and replaced my tongue with my thumb, strumming her clit in a relentless rhythm. “I’m not going totry, trouble. I’m just going to. Until you beg me to stop.”
She breathed out a laugh, challenge sparking in her eyes. “I can’t wait to see that.”
And from the smile that swept across her mouth at those words, she knew exactly what she’d done. Thrown down a challenge I had no intention of failing.
She dropped her head back to the mattress as I curled my fingers, incessantly stroking that spot inside her that made her inner thighs quiver. And this time, when I added my mouth, her orgasm was immediate. She cried out a shocked gasp and came apart beneath my tongue for the second time.
I groaned as her taste flooded my mouth, her tangy sweetness intoxicating. But I still didn’t let up. Didn’t move frommy spot between her legs, my mouth affixed to heaven. Wasn’t going to until she did exactly what I said she would.
I wouldn’t quit until she was begging me to.
CHAPTER FIVE
SUTTON
Jesusfuck.
That was my only thought as yetanotherorgasm crashed through me. That, and who the hellwasthis guy? He had the body of a Greek god, the mouth of a sailor, the demeanor of a grumpy old man, and the overall air of a book boyfriend.
What alternate reality had I stumbled into?
My previous record for orgasms in a single night had been three, and that had been by my own hand. And this man already had me tied with that number with seemingly little effort. He hadn’t even unbuttoned his pants.
I lay sprawled on the bed, my sweatshirt rucked up around my waist, and what I was sure was an expression of pure bliss written on my face.
Finally, he stood from where he’d been kneeling between my spread thighs and towered over me, his massive presence shooting a thrill through me. “Are you ready to get started?”
I breathed out an incredulous laugh. “Started? I’m already three in, babe. I’m pretty much finished.”
“You think so?” The way he said it, so low and rumbly andsure, sent a wave of goose bumps scattering across my skin. The promise in his tone was unmistakable.
“You gonna take me for a ride, big guy?”
“Thought about it.”
“And yet you’re still standing there, completely dressed.”
“What was it you said?” He tipped his head to the side, his gaze challenging. “You want me naked so bad, do it yourself.”
Normally, I would have pushed back on a demand like that. But Ididwant him naked. Desperately. Wanted to see every inch of the body I’d been rubbing myself on for half the night. And the clock was ticking by way too fast, so I didn’t bother with subtlety.
Quickly and efficiently, I knelt in front of him on the bed and divested him of every stitch of clothing, my breath catching with each inch of skin I revealed.
His body wasinsane. Absolutely fucking insane. Not overly defined, but thick and solid. Strong. He truly was every inch the beast I’d originally clocked him as. A dusting of dark hair covered his broad chest, tapering down to an arrow that pointed straight to his cock. And Jesus Christ.
Jesus fucking Christ.
That thing should have been a registered weapon.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
