Pleasure streaked through her when he thumbed her nipples, and she fumbled his belt.“Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It’s distracting.”Concentrating, she managed to work the leather through the buckle.“I’m trying to do shit, here.”
“Me, too,” he murmured and bent to take her breast in his mouth.
She abandoned his pants to clutch at his shoulders.“Fine,” she gasped.“You do it.”
“I’m very good at multitasking,” he mumbled around her nipple.His hands bumped against her belly, and through the roaring in her ears she heard the clank of his buckle, the rasp of his zipper.“Shit.”
“What?”
“I forgot to take my boots off.”
Breathless with laughter, weak with lust, she shoved him back.He looked ridiculous, standing there with his pants around his ankles and his dick trying to punch a hole through his boxer briefs, but she didn’t care.
“You get yours, I’ll get mine,” she told him, and shoved her jeans and panties down.
Bent over trying to work his boots off, he stared.“How’d you do that so fast?”
“Stretchy jeans,” she said, her heart hitching a little at the look in his eyes.“Why did you stop?”
“Sorry.”He went back to work on his boots.“Got distracted by the view.”
“Multitask,” she instructed impatiently, and he grinned.
To keep from jumping him and banging him on the floor, boots be damned, she kicked free of her clothes and hurried around the bed to the nightstand where she’d stashed the condoms she’d picked up yesterday.She fumbled one out of the box, dropped it, and bent down to pick it up.
“It’s purple,” he blurted out behind her, and still bent over, she grinned.
She hadn’t completely forgotten the plug in her ass—really, how could she?—but it hadn’t been foremost on her mind until now.
Keeping her position—legs slightly apart, body bent forward at the waist, she angled her head to look at him.He stood at the foot of her bed in his boxer briefs and socks—and wasn’t that a look—staring at her ass like he’d just seen the promised land.
“Like it?”she asked and gave her ass a little shake.
“Baby,” he said, coming around the side of the bed to stand behind her.“I fucking love it.”
She started to rise, but he planted a hand on her back, holding her down.“Don’t stand up yet, I want to get a closer look.”
Heat stung her cheeks, whether from embarrassment or from her upside-down position, she wasn’t sure.“Why?”
“Because it’s fucking hot.”Hands on her waist, he sat on the bed.The mattress gave under his weight, putting his face at nearly plug level, and he wasted no time bending even lower so he was right…there.
“You got one with a narrow base,” he murmured while she squirmed, so close she could feel his breath on her thighs.
“I thought it would be more comfortable,” she explained, breathless from lung compression and lust.“So I could wear it longer.”
“Smart.And hot.”His hand slid over her ass, down to her thighs and back up again.“Fuck, Chloe, you’re so hot.”
His thumbs dipped between her cheeks and tugged them further apart.Cool air and warm breath danced over her pussy, and the pressure on her already stretched anus sent heat spiraling.“Jesse.”
“Fuck, I want to eat your cunt.”
Her cunt fluttered and pulsed at the words, but she shook her head.“I want you to fuck me.”
“I can do both.”
