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A
s tempting
as it would be to see her place, to learn more about her by seeing how she lives at home, it’s not safe there. Aaron’s already on my case about hurrying the fuck up, so he’ll doubtless have other jerk-offs there staking out her place, making sure I comply with his orders. At least at my place, I’ve taken certain precautions. Blackout curtains, a blind corner that leads up to my apartment, and a standing agreement with Aaron that if I ever catch Topknot or his other minions hovering around, I’m perfectly within my rights to knock them the fuck out and deposit them hog-tied at the nearest police station.

Needless to say, Aaron has never dared to try staking out my pad.

Now, I speed home at least fifteen miles per hour faster than I should, but fuck it. No red-blooded man could blame me, if he saw the woman in the seat beside me, the way those green eyes peer at me through strands of her dark hair, the hitch in her breath that makes her breasts heave when I drop my hand from the gearshift to trace it along her inner thigh.

We pull up in the parking lot outside my place, steps from the front door of the studio apartment I’m renting, and it’s all I can do not to jump her right here. But my neighbors have been nosy as shit since I moved in, and I can’t help but feel way too possessive to risk anyone catching a glimpse of her our first time together.

Tonight I want her all to myself.

That doesn’t stop me from stepping out first, as soon as the truck’s in park, and crossing to her side to catch her hand as she steps out of the truck. Her body brushes against mine as she steps down, and I move closer to pin her against the seat, running my fingers through her long, dark hair, freeing it from its ponytail to let it cascade over her shoulders.

Her breath, scented like the mints from the restaurant, breezes across my cheek. When I kiss her this time, it’s a slow hot burn. She’s soft and supple in my arms, melting, and I’m losing myself in her, forgetting where I end and she starts. For a long, long moment, we only kiss, exploring each other’s lips, before I force myself to step back and grab her hand instead, pulling her into the house.

Like I said. I want her to myself.

At the top of the staircase I kiss her again, pressing her against the wall as I unlock my front door, my hand already inching under her gray, silky shirt, reaching up to unclasp her bra at the same time that the door clicks open.

As I slam the door behind me, she reaches for me again, but I stop her with a single raised finger, then let my finger brush over that silky fabric once more. “Get rid of this,” I tell her.

She blushes, but she grins too, as she shyly takes the hem of her shirt in both hands and lifts it over her head. Oh fuck yes. Her shirt lands on my couch, her bra still on.

“Bra next,” I tell her, licking my lips.

She walks backwards, after a quick glance over her shoulder to see where she’s going—it being a studio apartment, the bed is only a short walk away. She drops her arms halfway to the bed, and lets her bra slide off, her perfect, milk-white breasts springing free, standing to attention on their own in a way I’ve never seen on a woman, huge moons of flesh calling to me. My hands clench at my sides.

Because she’s still walking, unbuttoning her jeans now, without me saying a word. Unzipping the fly, her hips swaying side-to-side as she lets them inch over her skin, revealing her body in a tantalizingly slow dance. She stops beside the bed, and I take a seat, my erection straining in my pants, unable to tear my eyes from her.

She’s practically dancing now, shimmying out of those jeans to a beat I can almost sense. Girl’s got moves. My gaze follows her, and she blooms under it, opening up to me like a pair of legs unfolding. When she bends over to pull her jeans off and toss them across the room, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her lacy panties, I lose control.

Much as I’m enjoying the show, I can’t wait any longer. I grab her waist and pull her onto the bed beside me. She laughs, but a breathless sound that’s almost a gasp, and it’s making me fucking crazy. I push her flat against the sheets and lean over her.

For a long moment, I just watch her watching me, her pupils going wide with want, a faint sheen of sweat from the dance glistening on her bare tits. I wrap my hands around them and squeeze her juicy flesh. “I want to devour you.”

She shivers, her face torn between nervousness and excitement. Oh, Sloan. I’m going to make you scream.

Fucking perfection. I bury my nose between her tits, tasting her, and she’s every inch as delicious as she looks, her skin silky and hot, and she smells so fucking amazing, without any perfume or any of that shit on, just her scent, like almonds or vanilla, something that makes me want to hold true to that promise and swallow her whole.

“How do you like it, Sloan? Do you like it rough?” I ask as I work her tits with both hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they stand at attention, rock-hard with want.

“Fuck yes,” she gasps.

I smile. “Good.” I bend to suck just below her breast, letting my teeth drag over her skin, not biting, not yet. I circle her tit, glorying in every inch of her perfect chest, making sure I leave a mark every inch of the way, until her pale skin is red hot between my lips.

“Right there,” she’s moaning as I finally suck her nipple into my mouth, taking my tongue along the tip, my teeth closing around her, sinking in slowly, deeper and deeper until she gasps again, then squirms, her heart pounding so hard I can feel it against my lips on her flesh.

“Shit,” she hisses when I release her, letting the blood flow back into her sensitive chest, the red marks already darkening to purple. But I’m moving on, my hands pressing into her curves, her waist, and her hips, then back to her waist to grab her and drag her toward the edge of the bed, until I’m kneeling between her spread-eagle thighs, my tongue tracing the curve of her stomach, darting into her navel, following the line of her hips down to her core.

When I finally rip off her panties, I note with a grin that she’s trim, but not completely bare down there. Just the way I like.

God, this woman.

“You are fucking hot as hell, do you know that?” I press my palm flat along her stomach, as my other hand wraps around her thigh, slides beneath her to grip her ass, sandwiching her between my hands.

She wriggles her hips, and the faint flush that touches her cheeks as she gazes down at me sends a pulse of blood straight into my cock. I want to do everything to her at once—fuck her, lick her, watch her suck me off.

I grin and bite her thigh. First things first.

T
he second he
sinks his teeth into my hip, I swear I’m about to explode. “Gage,” I hiss between breaths, my hips bucking as he bites my thigh and then the soft, sensitive flesh right at the inner top of my leg, inches from my soaking wet pussy. I shiver again, torn between nervousness—how far is he going to take this?—and exhilaration. I want to surrender to him, completely. I want him to use me, fuck me, take me however he wants, again and again, until neither of us can walk straight.

I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never been kissed, touched, licked like this. I’ve never felt so utterly powerless, or so thrilled at being out of control.

His tongue delves into my cleft, his sharp stubble sandpapering across my legs as he turns to dig into me. He runs his long, thick tongue all the way along my pussy, like he’s trying to suck up every drop of my essence. He stops right before my clit, circling his tongue around my mound instead, both of his hands now beneath me, gripping my ass so hard I can almost feel the blood pooling, bruises forming. I fucking love it. I want him all over me, his mark everywhere.

I want him to claim me.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn good at this,” I murmur, fighting the urge to jump when he noses my clit in response.

“You make it easy.” His eyes flash to mine. “I worship you, Sloan.”

Something in his voice, dark and low, as he says that sends jolts through my nerve endings.
You hardly know me,
I think, except, maybe he does know me. He certainly knows how to turn me the fuck on. And no one has ever looked at me the way he is now, like I’m irreplaceable, a precious jewel that he’s finally got his hands on.

My cheeks flush bright red, and as much as I’d like to blame the heat of the bedroom for it, I know it’s something else.

I feel something for this man. Beyond pleasure, beyond desire. After only a few hours together, somehow, my heart is already starting to get involved.

Somehow, that’s more frightening than anything he plans on doing to me tonight.

Then he dives back into me, his tongue dragging over my clit now, and I don’t have time to think about anything else besides, “Oh my god, oh fuck, oh right fucking there, hell.” I clench my teeth, digging my fists into the sheets around me as he punishes me with his tongue, licking hard and fast, over and over on the same sensitive as hell spot until I can hardly breathe between lashes.

When I come, it’s loud. Something halfway between a moan and a cry for mercy, my whole body seizing on the bed, my hands abandoning the sheets to grab his hair instead, pulling him against me, his face crushed against my hips, his breath hot and fast on my skin. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I didn’t know you could. I didn’t know orgasms could make your whole body spasm.

He doesn’t give me time to recover; I’ve hardly caught my breath before he’s flipping me over, his nose pressed into the flesh of my bare ass as he keeps tonguing me from behind, and before I know it I’m spiking right back into another climax, my vision going dim at the edges, and I reach behind me to grab his hair, trying to pull him closer, but the wave of pure pleasure takes me over again, and I lose control of my limbs for a second, gasping.

“Fucking hell, you sound so good,” he says when he finally pulls away, though almost immediately he drops a finger to my pussy instead, tracing the outline of my lips. Before he can overwhelm me again, I sit up and catch his face between my hands, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, a salty sweet tang, and underneath it his overwhelming, musky scent, making my head swim. As we kiss, I pull him down with me onto the bed, our tongues twirling together, until we’re lying side-by-side on the sheets.

He tugs me sideways, until I roll on top of him, and I catch myself on my hands and knees, staring down in awe at his thick, muscular body spread out beneath me. Suddenly, I’m overcome with desire. I’ve only given a handful of blowjobs ever, and usually only because guys asked me to, or shoved their dicks into my mouth.

For the first time ever, I find myself wanting to initiate, wanting to be brave and take the lead. Maybe it’s the way he gazes up at me, eyes all dark and hooded, so attracted to me that I feel sexy as fuck just watching him.

“My turn,” I tell him, and I dip my head to kiss my way down his taut stomach. His happy trail tickles my nose as I go, and when I inhale I breathe in his scent, heady, musky, totally irresistible. Like pine and spice and salt and
male
all rolled into one. His hard cock slides up my body as I slide down his, and I let it trail between my tits, up my neck, savoring the slick feel of him, grinning when he twitches against me once, twice, three times. By the time his tip slides along my neck, a faint, cool, wet sensation prickles my skin.

I dip my head fast to catch the last drop of precum, licking it off him in one swipe, as he groans with desire.

This is going to be fun.

S
he’s a goddess
. That’s all I can think as her lips close on my cock, sucking me so hard I feel it in my balls. One of her hands grips my ass, and the other one toys with my balls, squeezing just enough to send shockwaves through my nerves, my fists clenching in her hair.

The sensation of her soft mouth enveloping my rock hard dick is enough to nearly set me over the edge. I grit my teeth to regain control of myself, though it’s nearly fucking impossible while I’m watching and feeling her pink bow lips close around me, her mouth sliding up and down my cock, her green eyes glancing up to fixate on mine.

Fuck. I’ve never had a girl meet my eyes while she’s going down. It’s hot as hell.

Her tongue lashes at me, circling my tip, as she brings both hands up to wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze, just enough to cut off the blood flow, and make every lick, suck, and glide of her mouth feel ten times more powerful. When she starts to move faster, sucking hard as she goes, I know it won’t be long before she brings me to the finish.

I’m not ready to let this end yet.

I pull back on her hair, my eyes catching hers again. She frowns and tries to keep lapping at me, and seeing her so eager to make me come puts a grin on my face. “Not yet,” I say, and she actually straight-up pouts.

God, this woman.

“I want to taste you when I come,” I tell her, still staring into her eyes, and she shivers. I pull her onto the bed beside me and flip over top of her into a 69. Her eager lips latch around me almost instantly, and I bend down to run my tongue the whole length of her slit, savoring the taste of her wet, eager pussy. I delve into her, lapping at her walls, loving the muffled groan she makes, and the way her moan vibrates her throat around my cock. I lift one hand to part her lips and slide a finger inside as my tongue swirls around her clit.

Another moan from her rocks my hips against her mouth.
Fuck
. She pumps her mouth up and down my length, and I thrust into her mouth, unable to help myself. I lick her harder, faster, and drive my finger into her, one, then two, then three, pumping into her as I lavish her clit. For a second she breaks rhythm to gasp desperately, and then she swallows me again, working harder.

A few seconds more and we both groan against one another, her body shaking beneath me as the climax rocks through her, my ass clenching as I come deep in her mouth, and feel her swallow every ounce of it. Her tongue still flicks at my tip, and my cock jumps against her lips. I lick her again and grin as her tight walls convulse around my fingers.

Finally, I roll off of her, loving the sound of her sharp breathing, knowing I’m the one who made her gasp.

I sit upright and watch the distant streetlights through my open curtains play on her glistening skin, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale, her eyelids fluttering as she regains control of her limbs after that orgasm.

“Fuck,” she finally hisses, and I laugh.

“How did that feel?” I mold my body against hers, bent around her curves like she’s a puzzle piece I’m fitting into.

“I haven’t come like that in . . . well, ever.” She meets my eyes with a sparkle in hers.

“Well, then.” I dip down to press my nose to the curve of her neck, her sweet scent amplified now that she’s all hot and bothered. I lick her salty skin, the taste like caramels on my tongue, and lightly nip the crook of her neck. “It’s a good thing we’re just getting started.”