His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, distinctly avoiding my tattoo, lingering just enough to make me ache for him. He pulls them down in one fluid motion, taking my panties with them and leaving me completely bare beneath him.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, his eyes dark and hungry as they roam over my body. “You’re so damn beautiful, it hurts.”
The words catch me off guard, and I try to remind myself why we’re here and why Ineedto keep this simple. “This is a no-strings-attached thing.”
He grins, his hands gliding up my sides as he leans down, pressing his forehead against mine. “Is your no-strings-attached thing a one-and-done deal?”
I blink up at him. “What?”
“You heard me.” His breath is warm against my lips, and his eyes are playful but with an intensity that’s hard to ignore when his thumb strokes over my chin. “You never see the same guy twice, right? So is this a one-and-done thing?”
I open my mouth to respond, but the words catch in my throat. He’s not wrong, this is usually how it goes. I don’t do attachments. I don’t do second chances.
And still, he’s here.
When I don’t answer right away, he grins wider. “You know, if it is a one-time thing, I need to know in advance. That way, I can bring my A-game, maybe take some blue pills so that I can keep you for as long as physically possible.” His thumb pulls my bottom lip down before it strokes over my chin once more. “If it’s only one time, I want to make the most of it.”
Despite myself, I laugh, the tension breaking for a second as I look up at him. “How about you bring your A-game now,” I challenge. “And if you’re any good,maybeit won’t be a one-and-done.”
His grin turns wicked, his eyes darkening with lust. “So when I’mreallygood.” He brushes his lips against mine, his fingers starting to draw a path down my stomach. “We can make this a recurring thing?”
“Ifyou’re good—” I start, but my heart skips a beat as his lips cut me off and finally claim mine in a kiss that’s deep, demanding, and everything I didn’t know I needed.
Then Hottie’s lips trail from my mouth down my neck, each kiss deliberate. His hands roam over my body, teasing, igniting every nerve ending as he presses me deeper into the mattress. His weight on top of me, his breath hot against my throat—it’s driving me crazy.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I tug until I hear him groan, and I arch into him, my body already aching for more, every nerve alive and sparking under his touch. My mind is a haze of need and anticipation, and when his lips ignite a spark from my shoulder to my breasts, I gasp. His tongue flicks against my skin, teasing and tasting—the sheer intimacy of it sends a shiver racing down my spine.
As he kisses lower, over my stomach, my muscles tighten beneath his mouth, the contrast of his soft lips and firm hands making me whimper. His fingers trace along the inside of my thighs, parting them slowly, his touch so deliberate, so reverent, that my breath comes in short, sharp bursts.
It’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. His hands press into my skin like he’s committing every curve to memory. He looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, as though I’m something sacred. Its vulnerability leaves me bare, not just physically.
A moan slips from my lips as his hands spread my thighs wider, sending heat pooling low in my stomach as my body trembles beneath his attention, desperate for more, desperate for him.
Leaning over my pussy, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, whispering, “Fucking finally.”
His tongue traces my slit, making me suck in a breath, each stroke sending shockwaves through my core. I’m already so close to the edge, so worked up, that my body is a live wire. My hips buck against his mouth as his tongue parts my lips and dips inside, teasing with delicious torture. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips, and my thighs start to tremble.
Hottie must take pity because he stops playing and devours me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place. He’s relentless, coaxing me closer to the promise of what’s to come with each deliberate lick coiling the tension tighter within me. When he pushes one of his fingers inside me, my breathing hitches, becoming a series of gasps and moans that fill the room.
He lets out a growl, and the vibration sends a shudder up my spine as he pushes another finger inside.I have to grip the covers even harder for support.
Holy shit.
He looks up at me from between my legs, and as our gazes clash, I tangle my hands in his hair, urging him on with a firm yank. He takes the cue and goes right back to work, and when he groans against me, it almost sends me over the edge.
His tongue flicks over my clit with renewed vigor, each stroke a match to tinder. The fire within me roars to life, consuming every thought, every doubt, until all that’s left is the white-hot heat of my impending orgasm. And then it’s there, crashing over me and leaving me shaking for entirely better reasons than earlier in the evening. My cry echoes in the room as I ride out my pleasure on his face, my hips undulating against his mouth. He doesn’t let up, drawing out my climax until I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and with sweat running down my neck.
Holy fucking shit.
I don’t think it has ever been this good.
Hottie crawls up my body, a smug grin on his glitter-covered face. He looks like a goddamn star fallen from the heavens, and I marvel at the sight of him. Glitter on his face, in his hair, on his lips…
The evidence of my world is now a part of him.
I can taste myself on his tongue as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. “Fuck…” I moan into his mouth before I break the kiss to beg for him. “Fuck me,please.”
“With fucking pleasure.” Hottie pulls away from me, ridding himself of his clothes, then a moment later, he’s back over me, giving me a view of his perfect chest—lean but muscular and covered in random tattoos all over. He’s so damn hot, with pierced nipples I want to lick, so I lean up and do just that, making him moan and his cock twitch against my thigh.
