Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors Book 7) (22 page)

“I’ve been wanting to worship you for so long,” he whispered, his breath already ragged. “For years, I’ve wanted to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. To adore you, and your body. I want to make love to you again and again, until you can’t take any more and have to beg me to stop.”

“I’m here. I’m yours. Take me,” she whispered, and groaned when his hardness pressed against her hip. It was the promise of things to come.

But not yet.

Her dress was strapless, and Gabe ran his fingers over her neck, her shoulders, across her collarbone. Brianne closed her eyes, feeling the goosebumps rise over her skin wherever he touched.

She arched her back, and Gabe reached behind her to unzip the dress. He worked it down slowly, teasing her along with himself as inch after inch of skin was displayed. She watched his face, the way his eyes drank her in. She hoped he always looked at her that way. Like something he cherished.

Soon the dress was off her legs, and she was only in her panties and bra. When he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. She needed to touch his body, and he helped her as she undressed him.

Then, he was back to her. The bra hooked in the front, and he took great care in opening it. Like he was opening a present. His head descended on her, his mouth covering every bit of her skin. She closed her eyes, sighing as he kissed her everywhere. The heat between her legs sparked, then grew with each kiss.

He worked his way from her ankles back to her chest, making her wetter with every slow, sensuous kiss. He paused behind her knees, at her navel, in the crease beneath her breasts. Even the insides of her wrists were licked in slow circles, until she whimpered with need for more.

Then he ran his tongue in a line between her breasts, to her stomach, then down to her panties. He licked the lacy fabric before slowly removing the barrier, leaving her naked.

She spread her legs wider, inviting him. When his tongue touched her button, she moaned in relief. Then he was lapping at her, then flicking his tongue over her, then rolling his tongue in circles around that bundle of nerves.

“You taste so good,” he whispered between licks. She moaned, her head rolled from side to side. All conscious thought left her except for the focus on what he was doing to her clit.

Her hips ground against his face. She reached down, holding his head against her. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…” she begged. “So close…”

His tongue sped up, licking harder than ever. Her hips shot into the air, her thighs gripping his head like a vice. She nearly wept with relief as the sweet release washed over her and left her mewling like a kitten when the force subsided.

Then, Gabe slid two fingers into her quivering depths. Before she could register what he was doing, his fingers curled up, and he massaged her G-spot while he continued to lick her lips, her clit, every bit of flesh.

She’d never known how intense it could be, never having had a man touch her like that before. All she could do was shove the side of her fist in her mouth as nearly painful waves of pleasure washed over her in a continuous flow. It never stopped, just kept rolling over and over endlessly. She was unsure of what was happening to her.

She wouldn’t dream of stopping him, though.

After what felt like almost endless pleasure, her core tightened one more time as the movement of his tongue and his fingers combined to send the biggest orgasm of all slamming into her. She screamed again, and again, her entire body arching upward before she shuddered and fell back onto the cushions, totally spent.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she gasped for breath. She hoped she hadn’t made too much noise—he just did that to her, making her explode louder and harder than she ever had. The last thing she needed was a reputation.

Then she saw the way he grinned at her and thought she could deal with whatever was said, as long as he never stopped doing what he had just done.

“Your turn,” she whispered, rising to push him back onto the cushions. He made himself comfortable, then Brianne stretched out over him. She rubbed her breasts over his chest, and he watched as they pressed against him.

“Sexy,” he whispered. “Your body is incredible.” He reached down to fondle her, and she felt his cock twitch underneath her.

She licked and nibbled her way down his torso, then around his groin—making it a point to avoid the stiff, twitching hardness so obviously needing her attention. Gabe groaned, frustrated, needing her touch.

Finally, she took pity on him, taking him in her hand and running her mouth over the head. He sighed, relieved, then closed his eyes to focus on what she was giving him. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking like a lollipop, before gently sucking. “Mmm…that’s nice…” he whispered, running his hands through her hair.

Then she began the slow, torturous process of taking his length into her mouth. One inch at a time, she slid down his shaft. Every inch made him whimper, and she burned when she heard the sound. He was so sexy, even when she had him helpless and desperate for more. Finally, she reached the base, then repeated the process of sliding up just as slowly. Then she plunged down, fast and hard, and he gasped in surprise.

Her head bobbed slowly up and down as she took her time, teasing him, tormenting him. She knew he wanted to make her go faster, his hips jerking upward so he could thrust into her mouth. She held him still, taking exquisite pleasure in driving him mad.

Letting him slide from her lips, she ran her tongue over the little ridge beneath the head. He gasped, his body tensing. She stroked his shaft, her tongue moving faster and harder. “Yes, baby,” he moaned, his hands deep in her hair. She was getting wetter by the second, knowing how good she made him feel.

She plunged down on him again, her mouth enveloping him. How many times had she fantasized about this? About the way he would sound when she sucked his length? The way he would taste and feel under her tongue? She thought about that as she worked on him, pressing her tongue to the underside of his shaft with every upstroke.

Every time it seemed like he was getting too excited, Brianne slowed down. He groaned, frustrated, frantic to come. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. She winked, then moved up and down again.

“Damn, baby…” he whispered. “Please, let me come…”

His breath got faster, harder. Now it was impossible to hold him still. His hips moved upward, against her downward motions, increasing the speed with which he careened toward orgasm. She sucked harder, faster, letting him get the release he needed. He panted for breath, thrusting faster, then grunted and shook as he exploded inside her mouth. She took everything he had, then let him slide from her lips.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, taking a shuddering breath. “I’m sure you’re trying to kill me.”

She grinned, loving the knowledge that she could make him feel so good. A big, strong man like him, made powerless because she chose to pleasure him. She felt a bit smug, even.

He sat up, and she sat in his lap. Gabe touched her slowly, gently. His hands ran up and down her back, through her hair, over her backside. When his fingers brushed against the curve of her cheeks, then dipped inside her depths, she moaned.

“I want to touch you everywhere, feel all of you,” he whispered. “I want to give you all the pleasure you can handle. I want you to scream for me, I want you to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

She moaned again, lost in sensation as he explored her with his fingers, and with his mouth on her skin. He kissed everything he could reach, and before she knew it her hips were rocking against his hand. Her pleasure grew and built, and soon his cock was growing hard between them again. The feeling of it, pressing against her, made her hotter. She adjusted herself, so it slid between her lips.

She rubbed herself along his length, her juices lubricating his shaft. He groaned, burying his face in her neck, nipping her skin. “Yes,” she whispered, digging her nails into his shoulders. She ran them down his back, and he arched against her touch. He liked marking her? She could mark him, too. He was hers, after all.

The heat built between her legs, and she leaned away from him to let his mouth travel further down her body, licking her chest, her nipples, the swells of her breasts. Her hips never stopped moving, her cleft running along his length, the head rubbing her swollen clit.

“Ohh…ohh…Gabe!” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her as she shuddered with pleasure. She bit down on his shoulder as she came, gasping for air. He was breathing heavily, his cock rigid between them. His mouth was on her throat, her shoulders, and she whimpered once she relaxed.

What was it about him, that always made her want more?

Brianne pushed his shoulders down, a take-charge look on her face. He grinned sexily at her, knowing what was coming. His grin disappeared when she took him inside her. Then his mouth opened in an O-shape, his head hitting the pillows as he adjusted to the sweet feeling.

She was the same, groaning with eyes closed as she lowered herself over his length. By the time she reached the base, she was totally full and already near coming again. It felt like he was made for her.

She controlled the rhythm, the pace. She loved giving him control, since he always knew just how to drive her crazy, but this was what she really preferred. Being in charge, taking him at her own speed, controlling the way her clit rubbed against him so she came even harder.

She groaned, leaning her hands on his chest. He fondled her breasts as she moved, rubbing his thumbs across her taut nipples. “That’s amazing,” she gasped throatily, throwing her head back and absorbing the bliss he sent through her. He pinched them, rolling them between his fingers, and she cried out before the sting was replaced with pleasure.

She heard herself crying out, whimpering his name again and again, gasping every time she drove herself down on him. Every stroke pushed her higher, closer to the edge.

“Touch yourself for me,” he growled. “Let me watch you.”

Just his words got her burning, and she snaked one of her hands down her abdomen, ending at her mound. He looked down, watching her rub her clit while she rode him, leaning back on her free hand to give him a better view.

“You like that?” she asked. “You like watching me?” He grunted his approval, thrusting upward to meet her. She gasped, throwing back her head, little bolts of lightning flying through her as her hand moved faster. She sighed, her breasts bouncing in time with her motions.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted. “So hot. So tight.”

“Mmm…baby…I’m coming…” Her hand flew faster, her fingers a blur as she rode hard. Then the tension all throughout her body exploded, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream while she shuddered. He waited until she finished, his hands roaming over her sweaty skin until she went still. Then he lifted her from him, getting on his knees.

He took her by the hips and flipped her over onto her knees, too. Just the power he had, the strength that was at his disposal, sent a shiver through Brianne and made her juices flow harder. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her was a turn-on.

“You want me this way?” she asked, pushing her butt back against him. Teasing him. But there was no teasing in the way he pushed into her, sliding in without a word, burying himself in her depths. She moaned, loving the way he felt inside her.

“That’s so good,” she whimpered, grinding against him. But Gabe made it clear he was in control, holding her hips steady while he set his rhythm. She gave in to him, trusting him to take her where she needed to go.

His thick, rigid member slid easily in and out of her tightness, and she moaned in approval. Each thrust rocked her forward, and she bounced back against him in time. He groaned, his breath speeding up as his pace did.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Harder.” She grunted, panting for air, moving against him. Curtains of dark hair swung in front of her face, which Gabe gathered in one hand and used to pull her head back. She gasped, then moaned as he took her thoroughly. It was so nasty, so wanton. She reveled in it, thrust herself back against him even harder in response.

“You like that?” he whispered, pulling her hair lightly.

“Yes!” Brianne gasped, a tingling sensation rippling through her, joining the growing heat between her legs which radiated throughout her body. She was on fire, every sensation like another log on the blaze.

“My nasty girl,” he grunted, then let go of her hair to grasp her hips and begin pummeling her with hard, sharp thrusts that left her moaning in one, long, continuous sound, climbing in volume as her pleasure spiked. At the last moment, she put her face in a pillow and screamed, jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she came.

And still he took her, thrusting wildly, his balls slapping against her clit as he went. The pleasure never stopped, either, going on and on, until Brianne thought she would lose her mind from it. Her body trembled as one after another orgasm hit her.

“Can’t…take…much more…” he grunted, her muscles so tight around him.

“Let go, baby,” she begged, moaning between gasps for breath. “Come for me. Let me hear you come.” He took her hard, pounding faster until one final thrust sent him over the top. He growled, almost roaring like some wild animal as he exploded into her. She shuddered, finally finishing her own string of orgasms. Her arms trembled, and she collapsed onto the cushions.