“So pretty,” he said hoarsely. He stood, wrenched open his own jeans and dragged them off, kicked them aside. In his underwear, soft cotton stretched to bursting by what was inside, he fell down half beside her, half on top of her and started kissing her again.
His bare skin was hot against hers and her hands went to the satiny skin of his shoulders, fingers digging into the big muscles there, then her palms slid over hard bones. He was big, so big, and she loved it, loved the strength, the weight of him pinning her to the mattress, the heat emanating from him as he licked her mouth, his hand cupping her cheek.
“This is crazy,” she murmured, sliding her hands into his short hair, tipping her chin so he could kiss her neck.
“Hoo yeah. Crazy. You’re so sweet, Shelby Rose. So damn sweet.” He licked her neck with a long drag of his tongue and she melted into the mattress. Her breath soughed out of her and she closed her eyes, drifting away on a wave of sensual pleasure.
He moved over her, finding the clasp of her bra at her back, dragging it off her, down her arms. Her nipples tightened and tingled almost painfully.
“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered as he filled his hands with her now bare breasts.
Her nerve endings jumped and sensation sizzled across her skin. She arched into his touch, eyes closed, reveling in the drag of his palms over her nipples, the jolt of pleasure when he squeezed the soft flesh. So good, it felt soooooo good.
She whimpered, and oh dear lord, he kissed one nipple, licked it then sucked it into his mouth. Her whole body twitched as a streamer of sensation unfurled from nipple to pussy. He spent a long time suckling at her breasts, moving from one to the other, plumping them up with one hand as he tasted the tender tips, until she was a writhing mass of ecstasy, making soft, little pleading noises.
“Not this first time,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “But some time, I wanna fuck your breasts.”
Lust sliced through her at his incendiary words. Geez, no one had ever done that to her, but it sounded hot. So hot. She was already burning up from his words, his touch. He pressed his face between her breasts, inhaled deeply, then licked his way down her stomach, pausing at her belly button to flick the piercing there. “Nice,” he murmured.
He moved lower down the bed, and then his lips grazed the lacy edge of her panties. Oh, she was so wet, she knew it, and he was so close to where she needed his touch, but this was so intimate for their very first time. When he hooked his fingers into the strings at her hips, she wanted to stop him…but she didn’t. As if giving in to the inevitable, she lifted her butt so he could tug the panties down her legs.
He pushed her thighs apart and knelt between them, hand still resting on her quivering legs. He looked down at her and her pussy spasmed at the urgent lust on his face.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “So pretty and wet, Shelby Rose.”
He’d been calling her that all evening but at that moment, in this intensely intimate pose, it pulled at her heart. He slid a hand sideways and cupped her pussy gently, just holding her. She bit her bottom lip, tried to keep her eyes open and focused on him because he was so beautiful, his face tightened into lines of desire, his dark eyes glittering, a flush coloring his high cheekbones. She wanted to press up into his touch, to take what she needed, but she tried to lie still, gazing up at him, taking in his broad, powerfully muscled chest. Wow. Just…wow.
Chapter Five
“Can’t do it,” Jake muttered, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy, filling his head with it. Excitement pounded in him, his balls tight from it. Jesus, you’d think he hadn’t had sex in years, he was so hot for her. Her plump folds, excitingly bare, pulsed into his palm. There was so much he wanted to do to her, but white-hot lust stabbed through him, his cock on fire. He had to be inside her. Now. “Can’t wait. Sorry, Shelby Rose.” He shifted his body over hers, lifting her knees, exposing her pretty pussy. He sucked in a breath at the sight of it. “Damn, I wish I could play longer, but I have to fuck you.”
“Yes!” Her voice broke on the word. “Yes, please.”
Her words inflamed him even more, and knowing she was just as desperate as he was even more of a turn on. He rose to his knees between her thighs, pushing her legs back and apart. He rubbed the head of his cock through those folds, and her pussy scalded him. “Shelby, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”
And then he realized he was bare. Fuck! He needed a goddamn condom. With a low growl he rolled away from her and off the bed, dropped to the floor to paw through his jeans for his wallet, where thankfully he found one. He rolled it on with urgent speed and returned to his place between her thighs.
She watched him, moaned when he found her center and pushed into her. “Tight,” he groaned. “Tight and hot. Take me in, baby. Take me.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“No, it’s good. It’s so good, Jake.”
He drove in deeper, his head going foggy, his vision blurred, pressure building and expanding inside him, pleasure racing through his veins and lighting up every nerve ending.
Her hands reached for him, pulled him closer, her hips lifting to his downstroke, meeting him push for push, making each stroke deeper, harder. She panted, watching him, her eyes dark and glazed. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, his chest, and his whole body tightened as pleasure spiraled.
She was gorgeous, not just lying there passively beneath him, but fucking him back, so damn hot he thought he was going to explode. He had to…make her…come. He reached between them, found her clit, a hard little knot, rubbed over it with his thumb. She made more little noises in her throat that were sexy as hell, and then he did explode, electricity shooting down his spine and out his cock.
Goddammit, he couldn’t tell if she came or not, his release taking over every sensation in his body. He gritted his teeth, dropped his head back and made noises of his own, low guttural sounds of pleasure.
When he’d emptied himself, he let out a long, heartfelt groan and tried to focus on Shelby’s face. Cheeks flushed, hair clinging damply to her forehead, eyes dazed, she lay there blinking up at him, her hands tightened around his biceps.
“Oh man, Shelby, I can’t believe I did that.”
She blinked again.
“That was way too fast,” he continued, lowering himself atop her, holding some of his weight on his elbows. “Did you come?”
Her lips parted but no words came out. Oh shit.
Then she whispered brokenly, “I think I still am.”
Oh yeah, he was Mr. Slick all right, just pounding into her and not even realizing she was still orgasming. As his body relaxed he became aware of her pussy pulsing around him. What the hell had happened to him? He’d lost his fucking mind.
“It’ll be better next time.” He kissed her mouth, a soft promise. “So much better.”
“If it’s any better, I’ll be dead,” she whispered, hands slipping up and down his back. Her eyelashes fluttered and he kissed her again. Okay, maybe it hadn’t been that bad for her. Maybe he hadn’t totally screwed up by screwing her. Ah hell.
He kept kissing her, dragging his tongue over her bottom lip, rubbing his lips over hers. Her breasts were like pillows against his chest. God, he could do her all night, a million different ways. He was getting hard again already and he was still inside her.
In a used rubber. With a sigh, he lifted his mouth from hers, brushed some hair off her face and smiled down at her. “Gotta get rid of the condom,” he said. “Bathroom?”
“Right there.” She waved a lethargic hand toward a door in the wall behind him. He slid out of her, not liking that feeling at all, not one bit, and heaved his still-tingling body off the bed. He strode into the small bathroom. The glare of the light he flicked on burned his retinas and he squeezed his eyes shut, then blinked a few times.