“You knew what to do with me.” His smile faded. “How much experience have you actually had?”
“Well, I kissed a man. Two men,” she corrected, remembering Rafe. “Three if you count yourself. That’s pretty much it.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, then frowned. “That’s it?”
“Yeah. Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Are you kidding? Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again.”
“Really?” She perked up. Though she’d started to tire from all the tension and the incredible orgasms Monty had given her, she suddenly was raring to go again.
“But this time I want to use a toy on you.”
She blushed. “But I don’t need a toy. I have you now.”
He chuckled and drew circles on her belly with a rough finger. “Yeah, you do. And I finally have you. But there are things I want to show you. Ways to make the pleasure last.”
She swallowed hard, and his eyes darkened. The ice-blue gaze of a wolf sighting his prey. “Oh yeah. We’re going to cover swallowing too. I want those soft lips wrapped around my dick.”
Her womb clenched at the thought. Arousal returned in a rush. “You never talked to me like that before.”
“Honey, I’ve wanted you from day one. But I heard you’d had a rough time. I didn’t want to scare you.” He grimaced. “And then you let Sheridan kiss you?”
She winced. “Well, I wanted you, but you didn’t seem to want me, or so I thought.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I know.” She grinned.
“I almost waited too long to claim you.” He grabbed her chin and held her still while he stared into her eyes. “You know you’re mine now, right?”
She nodded. “Yours. Yes.” She wasn’t sure yet how she felt about that. On some level, she’d always known Monty would be hers. Or at least, she’d hoped. Her wolf was in love. Utter, canine, slobbery love. But Sophie wasn’t as quick to accept. “Mostly yours,” she added.
“There’s no ‘mostly’ about this claiming,” Monty growled.
Unlike her fear at Rafe’s growl, Monty’s turned her on.
“There you go. You want it. You want me, don’t you, Sophie?” He kissed her, and she realized he hadn’t kissed her since before he’d gone down on her.
She tasted herself on his lips.
“See how good you taste?” he rasped. “All sweet and spicy on my tongue. I want to eat you again. But this time I want you to suck me too.”
“Oh wow.” Her first sixty-nine. Sophie couldn’t wait.
“But first, explain this date with Sheridan and what happened tonight. In detail,” he demanded. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her waist in a flash. With his arms across his chest and his disapproving glare, he looked like a raging conqueror out for vengeance. And Sophie, kinky, wacky Sophie, fell in love with her bad boy, mate and all-around troublemaking gray wolf.
Monty didn’t know what he’d said, but Sophie had a gooey look on her face. “What?”
Fascinated, he watched the woman he’d always considered somewhat shy and hesitant wrap her hand around his slick, growing cock. After coming so hard, he needed time to recover. But her small fingers were making it difficult to remember anything but how good she felt surrounding him.
“Rafe asked me out. He’s my alpha. I had to say yes.”
“I knew it.” He sucked in a breath when she fondled his balls.
“You are so beautiful. These are soft, but hard too.” She cupped him, measuring and stroking as she worked him to full arousal once more. “I know men like to have their balls sucked. Do you?”
The words balls and sucked out of her innocent mouth turned him on like crazy.
“By you, hell yeah.” He wanted her mouth on him in the worst way. But… His wolf nudged him to scoot closer to her mouth while the man wanted answers. Then more sex.
“Rafe was nice. He kissed me outside.”
Fury added firmness to his arousal, the combination of anger and lust quickening his desire.
“The kiss felt warm, soothing. Not like this.” She glided her hands up and down his shaft and toyed with his slit.
He arched into her touch on a groan. It took discipline not to give in to her handjob. Christ, for a novice, the woman had mad skills. “How…does this…make you feel?”
“Tingly. Aroused. Like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside me.”
He stared down at her flushed face and the braid of mink-dark hair curled around her left breast. “Take your hair down. I want to see it spread out. Then when I’m fucking your mouth, I want you to run that hair around my sac. Let me feel it while I shoot down your throat.”
Where the license to talk dirty had come from, he had no idea. But his ex-virgin of a mate smelled better and better with each line.
“Just wait.” He cupped her breasts, loving how she fit his palms. Not too big or too small. “Wait ’til I’m fucking your tits. You want me to come over your lips? Or maybe I’ll just get hard enough to empty inside your pussy again?”
“Or maybe you can come on my tongue,” she murmured. “I like when they do that. It’s weirdly sexy to me.”
He froze. “When who does what?”
Sophie stilled.
He asked again, this time putting a hand at her throat while the other one remained on her breast. Holy shit, the woman was creaming hard. She liked the rough stuff, his quiet, lovely little Sophie. And he was hard enough to split nails.
“I have a slight problem.” She spoke so softly he had to lean closer to hear. To test her, he tightened his hands at her breast and throat. In no danger of harming her in the slightest, he added to the pressure to remind her who was in charge.
Again, a waft of pure need washed over her. Her wolf glinted in her eyes, ferocious and hungry. Talk about the perfect woman. He almost found himself not caring that she might have had other guys come on her tongue.
“I watch dirty movies a lot. And in them, the guy always pulls out and comes in the girl’s mouth. Well, not all the time. But that seems to be pretty popular.”
He just stared at her. “You watch porn?”
She flushed, as if more embarrassed to be caught enjoying porn than being naked and gripping his cock. “I like to think of it as adult entertainment. Porn sounds so dirty.”
“But you like dirty.” She did. And he loved her more every second. “My hand around your throat is getting you hot, isn’t it? Thoughts of me coming over your tits or face is sexy, right?”
“Monty.” Still flushed, but more aroused, Sophie cupped his balls and licked her lips.
“God, you were made for me. You know that?”
She blinked up at him. “You think?”
He pinched her nipple and watched her eyes glaze over. “I know.” He moved back, pulling himself away from her, and propped her up on her pillow, so that her head was back against the headboard. “That’s good. Now open up.” He straddled her waist again, but in this position, his cock met her lips with ease. “I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop.”
She opened her mouth, her hair spilling over her shoulders and breasts, her mouth glistening with saliva, her scent musky with need.
“Now, baby. Open wider.” He put himself at her lips and inched inside.
Her lips felt like heaven, so soft yet firm, slick and hot. He couldn’t help pumping, the sight of her like a dream come true.
“You don’t know how often I jacked off to this image. I used to come hard, thoughts of fucking your sweet mouth enough to get me off in like two seconds.” He moaned and widened his stance when she cupped his balls. “Yeah, baby. Rub ’em. Harder.”
When she did, a spurt of precum hit her tongue.
“See how hard you make me? You are so fucking sexy. It was so tough to give you space. I wanted you to want me back, not be afraid of me.”