“Need something, Maria.”
“Yes. I need you to touch me.”
He growls and the next thing I know, his fingers are grazing my legs as he slowly slides my pajama pants to my ankles. I lift my legs and he fully removes them, then he nudges my feet apart, spreading me wide.
“Jesus,” I hear him as his mouth presses against my upper thighs. He kisses me, and his lips are hot, as he inches up. His palms cup my buttocks and he squeezes gently, tugging and pulling until my sex is wide open.
I scratch my fingers along the table, blind need gripping me and I’m about to beg, scream even, until one hand slips between my legs and dips into my liquid arousal. “Oh, God, yes, Tuck.”
“So, so beautiful,” he murmurs and slips a finger inside me. I’m so damn hot, wet and ready, he easily slides in, and when he crooks his finger, touching that deep bundle of nerves, I nearly climax.
“Babe,” he murmurs, pride in his voice. “You’re so close.”
“This is what you do to me,” I confess, his teeth now grazing my backside as he moves his finger in and out of me.
“How about I get my mouth on you, and take you where you need to go before I put my cock in here.” He slides another finger in, stretching me, and heat rockets through my body.
“Yes, please.”
“Come here.” He gently eases me up, and turns me around. The second I see the need, the tenderness in his gaze as he looks at me, my stupid heart thumps harder. His warm fingers brush my cheek, and the scent of my arousal reaches my nose. He moves me easily, lifting me and setting me on the table. With a nudge, I’m flat on my back and he slides onto a chair, positioning his mouth right where I need it.
I gasp, a part of me hardly able to believe I’m naked, on his kitchen table, his head between my legs. The other part of me is thrilled, and doesn’t give one iota about the consequences.
“Oh my,” I murmur as his tongue flicks over me, tentatively at first, like he’s slowly reacquainting his tongue with my hot sex. But a chuckle rumbles in his throat when, needy girl that I am, I rake my hands through his hair, and simultaneously lift my hips and drag his mouth to my sex at the same time.
Groaning, he softens his tongue, running it along the length of me as one finger slips back in side. Small ripples begin at my core and I moan, concentrating on the delicious points of pleasure.
“This what you need?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer and move my body, rub my sex all over his face. He growls, and it’s easy to tell he loves when I give in to my needs.
“You’ve got me so hard, Maria.”
I grin, everything about that adding to my pleasure. Honestly, it’s crazy. This man can have any woman he wants, but it’s me…me that he wants—me who makes him hard—and that is its own aphrodisiac.
He inserts another finger, stretching and widening me, as his mouth goes to my engorged clit. Heat zings through my blood, every nerve in my body alive, on edge, waiting, just waiting for the pleasure to peak.
I lick my lips, remembering the last time I had his cock in my mouth, and decide that’s exactly where I want it again. I’m about to tell him just that, but lose all focus when one hand moves to my breast. The trifecta—two fingers inside me, one hand toying with my breast, his mouth on my clit—sends me tumbling over the precipice.
He growls as heat floods from my body, and he moves his face back and forth, drawing out the pleasure. I go up on my elbows, loving the way my release is soaking his face and he’s reveling in it.
That’s when I realize what I want for winning the pool game. I know what I can and can’t have, but can I have this man…between my legs, every day.
Would asking for it be a danger, to my life…or heart?
11
Tuck
My cock throbs as I lap at her, drinking in every last drop and still not able to quench my thirst. Yeah, people who think they can have sex to get it out of their system are delusional. Deep down, I know one more touch, one more taste will only make me crave her more.
As she breaks around me, drenching my mouth and fingers, I angle my head, find her on her elbows watching me and even though I have very little blood left in my brain, I spot something there, something in her eyes. A question? A worry?
A need for more of this?
But those thoughts are for another time. They’re not for now, not when I’m basking in her sweet scent, the taste of her on my lips. I lightly circle her sensitive clit as her muscles clench around my fingers. Each tug strokes my aching cock.
“Tuck,” she murmurs, her tremors slowing as she puts her hand on the back of my head. I lap at her a few more times, and then stand, pushing the chair away. Her hand reaches for my cock, and she lightly strokes my crown, which has freed itself from my sweats.
