“Max,pleaseeee.” My body bowed, strung taut, riding the edge. A hand on my stomach, he held me down, his fingers working me harder, then a sharp nip on my clit—
I plummeted over, screaming his name.
Breathing hard and trying to find my way back from wherever he’d sent me reeling to with that mind-numbing orgasm, I slowly opened my eyes. He sat back on his heels, watching me, still dressed in his tee and jeans.
While I was naked and splayed open with him at eye-level, able to seeeverything.
I tried to close my thighs, but his hands on my knees squeezed, stopping me. Bottomless –lake-green eyes held mine. “You come beautifully from my mouth, Logan. I like hearing you scream my name when you do. Don’t move.”
With that order, he rose to his feet. Pulling off his tee, he tossed it aside, crossed to the door and locked it then came back, his zipper undone. He scooped me up from the chair, crossed to the bed, and set me down, then stripped off his jeans and boxers in record time.
I’d seen him naked once for a scant second, and with his shirt off several times, though then I’d tried not to look. Now, it was all I could do.
By God, he was pure perfection, from the top of his blond hair to his bare feet. His body, though lean, was tough, a sculptured wall of well-defined pecs and abs. Utterly male. His arms and chest were covered with ink, save his left pec. His rippling abs were unmarked, but he had a Celtic cross on the side of his torso. As my gaze trailed lower, my mouth dropped open.
Holy mother! He had a piercing—a silver barbell on the head of his cock. He hadn’t been kidding that day we’d had coffee. My gaze rushed to his.
Amusement lit his green eyes. “Trust me, you’ll like it…or I can take it off?”
What would that feel like inside me?
When he lowered his hands to remove it, I reached and stopped him with a shake of my head. Then I stroked him, my thumb sliding over the barbell and the pre-cum I found there. And like everything about him, his cock was truly impressive. Tightening my fingers around his rigid thickness, I lowered my head and ran my tongue over the top, lightly licking the silky smooth head and the barbell and down his notable length and back up. I took him into my mouth, careful of my teeth; I tightened my lips around his cock and worked his length.
“Christ, Logan,” he said roughly, hands fisting my hair. “You’re going to make me come, you do that.” He eased me away, kissing me hard.
“Why—”
“Later—shit, condom!”
He grabbed his jeans from the floor and found his wallet, pulled out a foil package. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pinched the end and rolled it on his hard length.
Back on the bed and on his knees, he grasped my hips and pulled me closer, my thighs spreading open over his. He slid his thumb over my clit, and a shudder rippled through me. Fisting his erection, he pressed the head against my opening.
Braced on my elbows, I watched him push into me, feeling him stretch me wide. The barbell stroked my opening and then the head of his cock slipped inside. With a grunt, he thrust in, stealing my breath at the impossible fullness I felt, my body stretching to accommodate him.
A groan rolled out of his throat. The sound a melting combination of pain and awe. Masculine. Intoxicating. It was sexy as hell.
The tenderness in his searing green eyes stole my breath. “Let go, baby. I have you.”
Panting hard, I looked down, and my breath caught. He was all the way inside me.
He moved to lie on me, and I sighed, savoring the feel of his warm body on mine, his weight an added pleasure. His forearms braced on the bed, he slowly thrust in and out, setting an erotic rhythm, then he increased the speed, and pleasure rebuilt within me.
Face to face, there was no way to hide my emotions from him. My chest tightened. Realizing just how close I was to falling for him, I shut my eyes.
“No, Logan, look at me. I want to see you. No hiding.”
He pinned both my wrists above my head. Holding me down, he moved inside me, the moment sensual, deeply intimate. Then he kissed me, his lips hard, demanding. Angling his hips, he drove harder and faster, the barbell on his cock rubbing my inner walls, hitting me in a spot that sent my mind skyrocketing—the pleasure so powerful. My mind took flight as flesh slammed against flesh, the erotic sounds filling the silent bedroom.
Sweat beaded my brow. I whimpered, my body bowing as release hovered. I longed to hold him but didn’t dare.
“You’re close. I can feel your every ripple around my cock.” His hand slipped between our bodies, and he rolled my clit. A sharp pinch.
“Maaax!” My mind split, a hoarse cry tore free as my orgasm splintered my mind, sending me careening into a place of undeniable ecstasy.
Max pounded harder into me, then stiffened. “Fuck!” A grunt escaped him as his own release hauled him over. His brow lowered to mine, his harsh breaths a wonderful sound to my ears as I floated back into my body.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his gaze tender, a little amused. He swiped the damp hair off my brow.
