Page 43 of Risking it All
He stopped himself after a second, laughing under his breath. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’.”
I grinned, backing up enough for him to comfortably remove his pants. “Definitely not tired, at least not yet. I’m sure by the end of the hour we will be though.” I said and he hummed, interest blowing his pupils wider as he kicked off his underwear.
His shirt soon followed and then he was naked, watching me with open curiosity and heat. “So, you have me at your mercy now. What do you plan to do?”
I shrugged, leaning down to kiss the center of his chest. “I don’t know. There are a lot of options to choose from, after all. I could…” I trailed off, sliding up to his throat and latching on. Sucking lightly, I only stopped when I could feel the bruise forming, then I continued. “Leave half a dozen marks just to watch Devin squirm through your guys’ poker night tomorrow.”
Drifting to his nipple, I lightly ran my nail over it just to watch it stiffen. “Or I could raid the fridge for that whipped cream I have shoved in the back and see how many symbols I can draw before it runs out.”
I liked that idea too, but considering we just ate dinner, it might not be a good idea. I wasn’t hungry enough to actually eat that much whipped cream, and it’d be a shame to waste it.
Some of that must have shown on my face because he shook his head. “Save that for later. What else?”
His hands were locked tight to the points of my hips, his fingers flexing as he fought to hold himself in line. A rush of pride and power hit, all but wrapping me into a heated blanket. Only I could do this to him now.
Shaking the thought to the side, I considered what else I’d like to do.
My hormones wanted all of him, but I wasn’t quite ready for that. We’d only been together a week and I wanted more time.
That still left plenty of other things though.
Remembering one particular scene from the book I read last week, I bit my lip and offered. “I could straddle you,” I paused, shifting to do just that until his tip rested against my still clothed center, “and we could see where it goes? No penetration.” To accent that I rocked into him and he groaned, his head falling back.
“The last option, though if you want to cover me with marks, I wouldn’t complain either. Your love of torturing Devin is rubbing off on me.”
Good to know.
His hands slid to my jeans, helping me out of them as his smoldering gaze never left me once. The shirt followed and then I sat on top of him in nothing but my underwear and bra. His thumb trailed right underneath the fabric, brushing the bottom of my breast, and he hummed.
“This okay?”
I nodded, sucking in a breath when he slipped under it, pushing the bra up for better access. The skin was burning, sensitive in a way it’d never been before when I’d touched it and he bucked, rocking up in time as he rolled my nipple.
The friction was nice, adding another layer of sensation to everything as he leaned forward and closed his lips around it. I arched, wet heat all but frying my brain on the spot as his free hand rocked me against him.
Heat burned low in my stomach, tensing more with every second that passed, but it didn’t snap. The ache edged just on the line of painful as I tugged at his hair. He let go with a pop, turning hazy eyes on mine, and I pulled him into a kiss.
It was sloppy at best, neither of us able to focus on anything outside of the current moment, but I didn’t care. Apparently neither did he.
His hand trailed down, nudging my underwear to the side and groaning at what he found there. “Fuck, you’re glorious.” The groan rumbled out of him, stroking against my pride, and I fisted his length in response, stroking the tip where a bead of liquid sat.
“So are you.”
He shuddered, gently taking my hand away with a shake of his head. “If you keep that up this is finishing before it even starts.”
I shrugged, not minding the thought. “So I get to watch you twitch into a pile of cooked spaghetti. Sounds like a plan to me.”
To prove that I widened my stance and ground harder, loving the drag of him against my thighs. His eyes rolled back, both his hands coming to rest on my hips now as he guided me into every buck of his hips.
“You first.” He growled and before I could assure him I’d be right behind him, his hand wiggled between us and pressed to the bundle of nerves at my entrance. He didn’t hesitate, rolling the bud and tracing circles over it until my vision flashed white.
His hips kept moving as he did that, the double hit of pleasure threatening to break the tension building low in my gut. Without my underwear in the way I could feel him, every slide and bump drove me crazy.
He thickened below me, a warning and a promise. I rode him harder, relishing in the hiss he gave, but before he could topple over, his palm pressed flat to me and grinding.
I shattered, moaning something that might have been his name as I rocked into his hand. The aftershocks ebbed and I took a breath, watching as he chased his own peak. His thrusts weren’t steady anymore, their rhythm halting and fast.
The hands on my hips turned bruising and I couldn’t help myself, I reached between us and gripped him. Working up and down his length, I smiled as he let out a string of curses that ended on a defeated groan.