But first she was going to give him number one on his list.
She stepped away until the backs of her knees met the edge of the couch, and she sat, eye level with his very large, very erect penis.
She glanced up at him and uttered the invitation. “Fuck my mouth.”
Raw desire sparked in his eyes. He moved forward and cupped the back of her neck with one hand. With the other, he grasped his cock and guided it toward her mouth.
“Open,” he said in a guttural voice.
She licked her lips, brushing the tip as he thrust into her open mouth. He was tentative at first, sliding gently to the back of her throat and retreating, but she wanted more. She wanted his passion, the power she felt simmering just below the surface.
She pulled away and stared up at him. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you. I won’t break, Duncan. Fuck me.”
With a predatory growl, his grip on the back of her neck tightened, and he thrust forward, burying himself in her mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate his width, and her tongue glided over the smooth hardness, tasting, absorbing the rugged maleness.
She inhaled deeply, surrounding herself with his scent, the smell of sex and power heightening every one of her senses.
His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her to meet his thrusts. She closed her eyes and surrendered to him completely. His moans filled the air, and she sucked greedily at him, wanting more, wanting to give him the same pleasure she was taking.
A light burst of fluid spilled onto her tongue as he pulled back. She swallowed even as he rode forward again.
“Deeper,” he growled. “I want you to take all of me. That’s it. Swallow me whole. God, baby, I’m going to come. Down your throat. Swallow it all.”
His movements became more urgent, and both hands grasped her head, tangled in her hair. He slid all the way in. Her nose pressed against the springy hair at his groin just as she felt the first jet of his release slide down her throat.
He strained against her, pumping harder as more hot liquid filled her mouth. She savored it, holding it for a moment before swallowing it as he’d demanded.
He continued with shorter, gentler thrusts as she licked and sucked every drop from his skin. His grip on her head eased, and finally, he pulled away from her.
She looked up to see him staring down at her, desire and deep satisfaction mirrored in his gaze.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look with your lips all red and puffy, wet with my cum?”
She ran her tongue over her top lip in a slow, deliberate motion, and he groaned.
“That was fantastic,” he breathed. “You’re fantastic. I think I need to sit down.”
She grinned as he sank onto the couch beside her. He reached up and pulled her back against him, and she went willingly, cuddling against his chest.
His heart thudded against her ear, and his chest dipped with shallow breaths. She slid her hand down to his softening erection and touched and petted, enjoying the contrast to the iron hardness of just a few minutes ago.
“Not so impressive now is it?” he said with a grunt.
She laughed. “You men are so hung up on your appendages. It’s still quite impressive,” she consoled.
His chest shook with laughter. “Still want it up your ass?”
A light shiver raced over her skin as she stroked and caressed his balls. She glanced up at him. “Imagine how tight I’ll feel. Like you can’t even get inside me. For just that moment when my body resists your invasion and then when it gives way and you’re balls deep in my ass. So tell me, do you still want up my ass?”
Already she could feel him stir against her fingers.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck that sweet little ass,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to see you bent over, ass high in the air. I’m going to ride you long and hard just like you asked me to.”
She rotated over him and settled astride his lap as he had done to her earlier. “I suppose this is the point where we need to discuss sexual history, whether or not you have crotch rot and the fact that I’d rather not use a condom for anal sex.”
He cocked one eyebrow at her. “I hate to tell you this, honey, but determining whether or not I have crotch rot would have been a good idea before I fucked that pretty mouth of yours.”
His eyes twinkled devilishly, and she smacked him on the chest.
“I’ve always practiced safe sex, with the exception of one guy two years ago when we had anal sex. I trusted him. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I’ve had check-ups. Now it’s your turn,” she said.
“Straightforward. I like that. You manage not to make this sort of conversation awkward,” he said with a grin. “If you must know my dark, dirty secrets, then I haven’t had sex in a little over a year. I used condoms. Before that I was in a committed relationship with a girl for two years. We did have unprotected sex, but I was faithful to her and vice versa.”
“What happened?” Aliyah asked.
He shrugged. “She wanted more than I could offer her. It was a civil break-up. She moved to Denver. Last I heard she was engaged to some lawyer.”
“You don’t sound too terribly torn up about that,” she said dryly.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her breasts down to his mouth. “We weren’t right for each other,” he said simply, just as he began nibbling on one of her nipples. “Now, not that I don’t love discussing past girlfriends,” he said sarcastically, “but I’d much rather discuss how fast you can take that ass into the bedroom so I can fuck it.”
CHAPTER 13
Aliyah scampered ahead of Duncan into the bedroom. He followed behind a few moments later with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil in one hand, and a bottle of baby oil in the other. She cracked up at the devilish glint in his eye.
“I’m not even going to ask why a manly man such as yourself has a bottle of baby oil.” She even managed to say it without snickering.
“Just think of how sweet your ass will smell,” he teased.
He tossed aside the olive oil then dropped the baby oil on the bed. She sashayed over to him and ran a finger down the midline of his chest, lower until she traced his semi-erect cock to the tip.
“The secret to getting a woman to offer you her ass? Make her so crazy with desire, get her so worked up that she’ll do anything to get off. The more turned on I get, the naughtier I get,” she said with a wink.
“In that case.” He wrapped his arms around her and fell onto the bed, his body over hers. He held her arms high above her head and set about tormenting her with that sinful mouth of his.
He licked her. Bit her. Sucked her. Kissed her.
He rolled the taut peaks of her breasts between his teeth and laved his tongue over the nipples. All the while he murmured to her in great detail precisely what he was going to do when he turned her over and mounted her. How he was going to force himself as deeply as he could go and ride her ass long and hard.
Her breaths were coming so short that she felt light-headed. God, she wanted to roll over and let him mount her now. She wanted it. Needed it. But he seemed perfectly content to torture her with words and deeds.
He blazed a sensual trail down her belly where he swirled his tongue around the shallow indention of her navel. He played there awhile as he edged her thighs further apart with one shoulder.
His fingers brushed through the light hairs between her legs, delving into the soft folds, spreading and exposing the tender bud above her pussy opening.
Warm and soft, his breath blew over the sensitive flesh. Goose bumps raced down her legs, over her body, urging her nipples to puckered little nubs.