“I swear to God, if you don’t f**k me the rest of the way, I’m going to twist.” His eyes flew wide and his mouth dropped open.
“I’m serious,” I said, twitching my wrist just a little bit. He was still hard as a rock, which made me want to laugh.
Then he smiled and reached over me to a drawer in his nightstand. I kept my hand on his dick as it pulsed in my hand and I moved my hand up and down as I heard him groan a bit. Ha. I am the master of hand jobs. My hands are just that fantastic when a penis is placed in one of them. I could teach a damn class on this. Probably because my blow job skills left a little to be desired. I couldn’t help it if I had a gag reflex.
“Good thing we came to my place,” he said, holding up the familiar square packet.
“Safety first,” I said, squeezing his balls a little as he tried to rip the thing open.
“If you slip between her thighs, condomize,” he said and I moved my hand so he could roll the condom on. I was so distracted watching him do it that I almost missed what he said.
“Come again?”
He looked up and grinned at me and I swear I wanted to f**k that smile. Yes, I know that’s not possible. I mean, he did f**k me with his mouth, but this was something different.
“I’m sincerely hoping you will. It’s my mission,” he said, positioning himself over me as I adjusted my hips and he hovered at my entrance. I was wet, I was ready and he was teasing me. He held his dick in one hand and moved it up and down my entrance.
“Do you want me inside you?” He spoke the words against my lips and I tried to kiss him, but he pulled back.
“Yes,” I said. Had I not made that clear by the penis grabbing incident earlier? Did he want an invitation? I Cordially Invite You To Enter My Vagina.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” he said, stroking me with his dick again. This was cruel. I should sue him. I knew a lot of good lawyers.
“I want you inside me. I want you to f**k me, right now.” I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth toward mine and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, but didn’t plunge where I wanted him most.
Oh screw me with a rusty spoon.
“All you had to do was ask,” he said with a dark smile as he slowly slid inside of me and I expanded to accommodate him.
“Christ,” he said, going all the way in as I lifted up to meet him. “You feel amazing.”
So did he. His mouth reunited with mine as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again, harder this time. I hooked my ankles around him so he could get deeper and he did.
His tongue matched the rhythm of his thrusts and it was like he was f**king me in two places and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. I moaned and met him stroke for stroke, and it was like our bodies were singing the exact same song and I could feel a second orgasm building as he slipped one hand down to work at my clit.
This guy deserved gold stars. Lots of them. Stars and . . .
“Don’t you come yet,” he said, feeling the onset of my second orgasm. “I can’t hold out if you come. I’ve barely kept it together so far and I want to draw this out.” With that, he slowed his pace and it was agonizing.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I moaned, but I wasn’t sure he understood what I was saying. Hell, I couldn’t even remember my name.
He chuckled and I looked into eyes that were staring at me as if I was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
At that moment, I felt it, and then he slammed into me harder and faster and I was coming, stars exploding, and fireworks, and all those other exploding things I couldn’t think of because I was having a f**king amazing orgasm, and this guy was beautiful and sexy and he was coming now too, with one last, “Fuck.”
He made sure not to crush me when he let himself down and laid his head on my chest.
We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. Good workout. Now I didn’t need to go to the gym. Yet another perk of sex.
“That was . . .” he said, tilting his face so he could look at me.
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t think I can move.”
He finally pulled out and I almost reached out to grab him and pull him back. I liked having him inside me. Probably like how a socket feels having a plug snugly inserted into it. Or maybe not. I have no idea how sockets feel.
“So does this mean you’ll take another look at my résumé?”
6
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I really, really didn’t, but after the brilliant sex and ;seeing Lucas’ sweet face and sex hair next to me on the pillow, I couldn’t leave. By the time I knew it, the sun was creeping under the curtains and an alarm was blaring and I was wondering where the hell my underwear was and if he had an extra toothbrush and if he didn’t, was I comfortable enough to use his?
His arm reached over me and slapped at the alarm clock as he groaned and moved closer to me, resting his head right on my breast.
“What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Six-thirty,” he said, his voice muffled by said breast. His tongue flicked out and licked my nipple and I could feel his morning wood under the covers. I’d never been much for morning sex. Mostly because I hated mornings and I always felt kind of gross. But maybe I could change my mind . . .
“Why are you getting up at six-thirty?” I said, looking around the room for my clothes. My head was only a little achy from the drinks I’d consumed last night. Yes, I was one of those bitches who almost never got hung over. As long as I wasn’t drinking wine. That had me leaning over the toilet in no time.
“Forgot alarm. Coffee. Need coffee before talk.” He’d been reduced to a Neanderthal. Any moment he was going to start banging his chest and then go out to slaughter a wildebeest and proudly drag the bloody carcass back to me.
He sighed heavily and got vertical, walking out of the bedroom still naked and I watched him go, admiring his more-than-perfect ass.
As soon as I was sure he wasn’t coming back, I wrapped the blanket around myself and did a search for my clothes. I found them all, crumpled on the floor. My shirt would need to be steamed to look good, and there was a rip I’d need Sloane to fix, but I didn’t really have a choice. This is why I should always carry extra clothes in my purse.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him behind me.
“Coffee?” I was crouched on the floor, gathering my shirt, so when I turned my head, I was staring straight at his one-eyed snake, and it was staring right back at me. Well. How about that?