“Tell me you want me to stop,” Decker says, his voice husky as he moves to suck on my earlobe.
The logical part of my brain screams that this is my brother’s best friend. The other part of my brain—and every inch of my skin—screams that I need to tell the logical side to shut the hell up.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He kisses down my chest, squeezing my breasts almost painfully before sucking a nipple into his mouth. There’s no doubt in my mind, not that there was much before, that this man knows exactly what he’s doing with a woman’s body. That these women weren’t just crying out to stroke his ego. He earned every single moan.
When he moves to my other nipple, my legs begin to tremble. I’ve never been the type to get off by nipple play, but he’s good. So fucking good.
Kneeling on the shower floor, he’s greeted by one good thing about these dates—I’m freshly waxed. I’d been keeping my options open about getting laid, and now he has a hair-free pussy to play with.
“Decker,” I moan as his tongue ring flicks at my clit. And if I thought that felt good, I had no idea what I was in for because I see stars when he sucks it into his mouth. “Oh God!”
I reach out to brace myself on the walls like I had in the elevator but for a much better reason. He lifts my left leg onto hisshoulder, and I reach down to hold onto his dark hair as he eats me out.
His fingers enter me, and he presses the pleasure spot most men don’t know how to find, and I’m so close I can taste my orgasm.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I moan. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
He moans against me, holding me up as my knees buckle. Waves of pleasure crash over me, spreading from my core to my fingertips and toes. The relief of finally releasing all that tension nearly brings me to tears.
“Trust me, stopping didn’t even enter my mind,” Decker says and kisses his way back up my body. “Not unless you told me to.”
I look into his eyes, and the way he stares back makes my heart race even more than it did before. “Now what?”
He grabs my right leg and pulls it up over his hip, his cock toying at my throbbing entrance. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I whisper. A moan escapes as he slides into me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Oh, yes, fuck me.”
He sucks on my neck as he rocks his hips, grinding against my clit more than he is thrusting. It’s a magical feeling, and I can’t believe how quickly I find myself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
God, I love his piercings.
“Come again,” he groans, rocking his hips. “I need to hear you come on my cock, Holly.”
Talking during sex besides the shouts of pleasure is usually not my thing. Unless necessary. Like telling a man his arm is on my hair in a not-sexy way. But this man could recite the ABCs in that husky voice while he’s inside of me, and it would be the most erotic thing in the whole damn world.
“Oh yes!” I cry out, clinging to him as I fall apart again. This time, my vision turns white with pure pleasure, and I gasp as he begins to thrust hard and fast.
“You sound so good,” Decker says. “Almost as good as you feel.”
Hearing that from someone who has a body count likely in the triple digits fills me with an odd amount of pride. “You have no idea how good you feel, Decker.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I don’t tend to orgasm from men who repulse me,” I say with a smirk. “I’ve wanted you since I hit puberty, Decker. I just never thought… Oh fuck…”
He grabs my other leg, holding me up as my legs wrap around his back, and thrusts harder and faster than he physically should be able to. How he hasn’t slipped yet, I don’t know, but damn, I don’t care. It feels good.
He kisses me now, swallowing my moan as another orgasm builds. This is a record for me.
I really should have taken him up on his offer that first night.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling away from my mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
Pulling out of me, he sets me on the floor of the shower, and I’m confused. And disappointed. I was so close.
