He met my gales of laughter with a sardonic lift of his right eyebrow, and I gave in.Sidling around it to sit in it, I was totally prepared for an underwhelming experience.
The chair had other ideas.As I sank into the cushions, it seemed to come alive, snuggling me into its soft embrace.Immediately, I could imagine sitting in it for hours, wrapped in my favorite blanket while I sipped hot chocolate and read a novel.Glancing up into his “I told you so” expression only made me snuggle deeper into his favorite chair.
“Okay, I concede its comfort.What I want to know is how do you keep your man card when you own something that looks like this?Why don’t you cover it with a blanket or something?”
“Because aside from Dalton, who’s a jerk, none of the guys will be caught dead sitting in it—in order not to lose their ‘man cards,’” he mimicked.
“It’s probably going to take an act of Congress to drag me out of it now I’m here,” I teased as I wiggled myself deeper into the magical comfort of his favorite chair.
“Or maybe this.”Bracing his hands on the armrests on either side of me, he leaned down and brushed his firm lips over mine in a tease of a kiss.
I couldn’t help myself.I stretched up to increase the pressure, and he pulled another few millimeters away.With a diabolical chuckle, he slipped one of his big hands around the back of my neck and gently tugged me up as he brushed another kiss over my mouth—this one with the promise of something more: of something like the burn-the-house-down scorcher he’d laid on me during the flip-cup tournament.Without conscious thought, I followed the promise of that kiss right up and out of my comfy bliss in his favorite chair.
Right as I caught my error, he wrapped his other arm around me, folding me in close as he deepened the kiss and prevented me from falling back into the decadent coziness of that ugly chair.In the same way I’d melted into the furniture, I melted all over his front as he traced lazy circles around my tongue with his.Before long, my legs had found their way around his waist, and my next conscious thought was that we were moving.I tore my lips from his to catch the blaze of lust in his gorgeous gray eyes, which never wavered from my face as he carried me down the hallway to his room.
Barely breaking stride, he kicked the door shut in his singular goal of his king-size bed.Gently, he laid me on the mattress, coming down with me.Where I cradled him between my thighs, I felt his hard length behind the fly of his cargo shorts.Experimentally, I lifted my hips, sliding my center an inch or two along his shaft.Cash rewarded me with a groan as he captured my mouth again.The sinful way he kissed me could have corrupted a saint.
I was no saint.
With single-minded intention I fisted handfuls of his T-shirt, dragging it up to his neck.At last he took the hint, tearing his mouth from mine long enough to pull it over his head and drop it somewhere on the floor.Then I went to work on his shorts, dispensing with the button and the zipper and shoving them over his hips.With a pained chuckle, he pushed up off the bed and kicked off his tennis shoes, then he shoved his shorts and his boxers down his legs.
My mouth watered at the sight of him standing gloriously naked in front of me, his long shaft so hard and tempting I had to touch.He hissed in a breath as I feathered my fingertips along his cock.Then I pitched forward and wrapped my lips around the head, giving it a deep kiss that tore a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Saylor, you don’t have—”
Peeking up at him through my lashes, I said, “Do you mind?I’m getting busy here.”Wrapping my hand around him, I jacked him once, then swirled my tongue around the head, lapping up drops of precum.I only allowed myself to savor the salty ocean taste for a second before I took as much of him inside my mouth as I could.I jacked the base of his dick in rhythm with my mouth, while I cupped and massaged his balls with my other hand.
At first he palmed my head like a benediction before plowing his fingers into my hair, dislodging my ponytail as he gripped the strands and held on while I licked and sucked his gorgeous cock.His deep groans and hisses of, “Fuck, Saylor” were the background music for my fun.As I kneeled fully dressed in front of a naked Cash, taking charge of our pleasure, I’d never felt more powerful, more desired.It was a heady aphrodisiac that I lost myself in until his grip on my head tightened.
“Saylor!Babe.Shit.I’m gonna come.”
And then he did.
I gently jacked him through the end and let him go with a softpop.When I glanced up at him and licked my lips, his eyes blazed liquid silver, and the next thing I knew, I was sprawled in the middle of his massive bed as he stalked me on his hands and knees.
“Hey!”I protested, except I was laughing.
“Yeah, you had your fun.Now it’s my turn.”
He wasted zero seconds in ripping my shorts down my legs.As though I had no agency, he slid his hands beneath my T-shirt and around my waist to my back to pull me up along with my clothes.In a blink, I was lying before him in nothing but a pair of lacy pink bikini panties that were soaked from the good time I’d had in getting him off.
The way he let his eyes roam over me, as though he were trying to decide what to sample first at the buffet, made me squirm in anticipation of what he’d do next.An evil chuckle rumbled from him as he dragged one long finger along my lace-covered seam, and I clamped my thighs around him.
A wicked grin revealed the long dimple in his cheek—so sexy—as he said, “Huh.So that’s the way of it.”Then he buried his face at the apex of my thighs, his talented tongue going to work on the bundle of nerves desperate for his touch.
I couldn’t help the way my hips bucked and writhed at his erotic ministrations.
“Saylor,” he warned before he slid his long fingers under the elastic of my panties and tugged them off me.
As I let go a sigh of relief, he pushed between my thighs, dropped a heavy forearm over my hips to hold me down, and returned to kissing and licking and nipping my overexcited clit.Though I begged and swore at him to give me a rest, he only laughed that evil laugh and said, “You can take it,” and kept at me until I was a quivering mess in the middle of his bed.
Right when I thought I’d die on the edge of the most intense orgasm of my life, he dragged himself up my body, snagged a condom from a box in his nightstand, and wasted no time in sheathing himself before he plunged into me until he bottomed out.With a scream I came all over him.
“Thatta girl, Saylor.Give me everything,” he purred into my ear.
I’d barely caught my breath around the aftershocks when he started moving inside me—long, languorous strokes designed to drive me right out of my mind.Though I clawed at his shoulders and dug my heels into his ass to urge him to move faster, drive deeper, he kept up his leisurely pace, that naughty grin offset by the fire blazing in his gunmetal-gray eyes.
I pulsed and squeezed his shaft with my inner muscles because I couldn’t help myself, and he warned me again.
