Where he was taking her, she didn’t care, just as long as he didn’t stop kissing her. The backs of her knees hit the couch, but he continued to push her. Losing her balance, she tumbled against the cushions. Tommy immediately dropped to his knees before her and yanked her hips to the edge of the couch.
Within seconds, he had her pajama bottoms and panties off and her thighs shoved open wide, and his mouth was buried between her legs, devouring her. The mere speed of it almost made her come, and she released slow, rough breaths, trying to control the tightening in her lower body.
If she didn’t move away from that exquisite mouth, she’d orgasm and become too sensitive for more.
She wanted it to last. Shifting her hips to the left, she freed her clit from his wicked tongue, relieved to feel the pressure ebb.
A growl came from his mouth, vibrating against her, as his hand clamped onto her hip and moved her right back where she’d been. His mouth pressing into her, his tongue circled her, then flicked. The pressure sprang back. Threatened to explode. She tried to shift away again, but his fingers bit into her skin, keeping her immobile, refusing her any control. The longer he continued his unrelenting pursuit for her orgasm, the more the intense pleasure took away her ability to think. She was numb to everything but what he was doing to her and how it made her feel. Surrendering to him, she moaned, and grabbed his hair in one hand and the back of the couch in the other. “Oh, God!” she cried out.
Tommy held nothing back. There wasn’t any tenderness, no apology for his aggressiveness. He took, just as she’d known he would. And it was so much more than she could’ve imagined. He focused on her, finding that nub and not giving it a second to relax. There wasn’t teasing or a slow building. He licked and sucked with the same intensity that he’d started this with. This wasn’t foreplay. He wanted her orgasm, and he wanted it fast. By the greedy noises he made, this was a man completely lost in the moment, who got just as turned on by pleasuring a woman like this as he did by being inside her.
He sucked her clit deep into his mouth one last time, and her body shattered. Arching her back, she gave a long moan of ecstasy as her climax ripped through her. His hands on her hips kept her lower body on lockdown, and he held her clit prisoner against his mouth, never releasing the pressure of his lips as she rode the intensity of her release. As she reached the most sensitive peak, she tried to jerk away. He denied her escape, his tongue as aggressive as ever.
“Too much,” she cried.
A noise she could only decipher as “No” came from him as he licked her again.
She grabbed his hair and pulled, but he stayed exactly where he was.
“I—I can’t. Too—”
He sucked her deep into his mouth again and the explosion was instant. Her body went rigid and she screamed as a second release barreled through her, more intense than the first. She bucked against his mouth as he made it go on and on, until she collapsed against the cushions.
“Holy shit,” she whispered over and over. Multiples. The man had just given her multiples.
After he finally lifted his head, he flipped her onto her stomach, her knees on the ground, her torso bent over the cushion. Anticipation shivered through her. He was going to take her. Two warm hands kneaded her bottom as a low growl echoed through the room. “Such a perfect ass.”
His words sent new waves of lust through her, and all she wanted was to have him inside her. Have him thrust into her with the same intensity as he just had with his mouth. She heard the low rasp of his zipper.
Felt the head of his cock probe her center. And she knew she was moments from having him inside her.
“Please, Tommy.” She wiggled backward. “Now!”
He made a strangled noise.
“Jesus.” The warmth of his body leaving hers was shocking. She pushed up slightly to look over her shoulder. He was pacing the room, thrusting his hand through his hair.
“Tommy?”
His gaze flashed to hers, lowered to her ass, and his jaw clenched. “Jesus Christ, Julie, stand up and put your clothes on.”
He had to be kidding. He was doing this again? “But—”
“Now!” he roared, then turned his back on her.
She reluctantly pulled her pajama pants back on. When she stood, he finally faced her. “This can’t happen again, Julie. I don’t want it to happen again.”
Hurt and confusion flooded through her in equal measure. “I don’t understand. Why do you keep stopping?”
“Why? I just punched Brody for saying he was going to take you. I said you weren’t a fucking object, and not five minutes later I’m treating you like one. Just having my goddamn way with you with no regard for your feelings.”
“I don’t mind. I—”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “I mind. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who is going to treat you better. And someone who’s going to stick around afterward. What was I thinking?”
She gasped as his words from this morning came back tenfold. Stepping forward, she reached for him.