“I thought you’d be more polite.”
He laughed, and it made his abs ripple. Dear lord above. “I’m a lot of things, but polite isn’t one of them.” His eyes flashed at me, and then he gathered a mouthful of saliva, letting it run down onto my palm and his shaft, and even onto my thigh. I pulled on the lacy elastic top of my panties and then let it come back down onto his cock. I loved the look of that delicate lace against his throbbing veins. The perfect pairing.
The noise he made was like he’d just burned himself. “Fuck, that’s hot…”
It really, really was. I sat up so I could get a better look. The lace was just below the head, and the delicate fabric accentuated how big he really was. But he didn’t let me savor it for long. He planted his hand on the mattress and climbed off of me, hooking the waistband of his boxers and his pajama bottoms in one smooth movement. Everything fell to the floor at once. And there he was, in all his holy-shit glory.
“Are you for real?” I asked, staring at him. Huge, absolutely freaking huge.
“Are you for real?” he asked, climbing on top of me again. He pulled his hoodie off me, balling it up and tossing it off into the darkened corner of the room. I made a move to wriggle out of my panties, but he grabbed my hand hard. “Those stay exactly where they are.”
Working his length with one hand, he moved my panties aside with the other, and then he positioned himself at my opening.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, moving one finger over me and up to the edge of my clit. He didn’t go right for the center, bless him, but instead made a very focused circle around it. Exactly the right way, exactly the way I liked. This guy knew what he was doing.
And what he was doing was me.
“Oh God…” I said, with my face halfway into the pillows.
“Look at me,” he said, sudden and greedy.
I turned my face toward him, and we locked eyes. He brought one hand up to my jaw, almost pinching my cheeks. Dominant and dreamy and all the very best things. “You ready?” he asked.
As I nodded, I pressed my jaw into his palm, and his grip softened. He moved a lock of my hair aside. And then he pressed into me, making a wave of yes roll right through me.
8
Dave
She felt so goddamned good that no matter how hard I fucked her, I wanted more. I bent her legs back, gripping the underside of each silky, curvy thigh and digging my fingers into her flesh. I pushed her knees to her shoulders so I could get inside her as deeply as her body would let me.
She was noisy, and she was a biter, and I fucking loved it. As I drove into her, so hard that the mahogany bed whump-whumped against the wall, she sank her teeth into my shoulder and let out this primal, gorgeous, fearsome roar.
“I thought you’d be more polite,” I said into her ear, giving her some of her own medicine.
But she was too far gone to sass me back. She just bit down harder, making me feel like my balls would burst.
There was something about her that made me insane—pure chemistry, no logic, just need. For everything I gave her, she matched me. Every thrust of my cock was met by a moan, or a bite, or a hella-hot squeeze from the inside out. If she was going down, I knew she was going to take me with her.
I caged her in with my arms and licked a long line along the edge of her ear, nipping the lobe hard enough to make her know I wasn’t fucking around. When she felt the pain, she bore down on my cock with her pussy. It surprised me and sent a bolt of the most basic need straight down into my balls and back again. It also, in a way, pissed me off—I was running this goddamned show, and yet I nibble her ear and she damn near pushes me off the orgasm cliff? Fuck no. Fuck no.
Without warning her, I pulled out of her, climbed off her, and flipped her facedown onto the mattress. She squealed, and I watched her toes curl. I hooked my forearm around her hips and brought her up onto her knees. Her face was in the mattress, and her ass was in the air. Fucking perfect. “Touch yourself,” I told her as I plunged back inside her. “I need to feel you come on me. Just like this.”
She made a part-moan, part-laugh into the sheets. “I like your style, you know that?”
Wham, I gave it to her again, so hard that it flattened her. “Same here,” I said, deep and dark into her ear. Again, I yanked her onto her knees and kept my forearm at that perfect bend in her body. She reached up and ran her fingers down the back of my head, just a tickle that intensified everything I was feeling already.
I got her back up on her knees and moved my fingers to her clit, staying buried deep inside her, giving it to her over and over again until she whacked the mattress with her palm. Like a goddamned wrestler, tapping out.
“Too much?”
“Just give me a minnnn…oh, shit,” she said as I sped up on her clit.
I didn’t give her a minute—I didn’t even give her a second. I fucked her slow and worked her clit fast. And that’s when it happened. She gripped the sheets and buried her face into a pillow and came so hard I thought she’d bring the mansion down. Most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I was the one making it happen. To hell with being a prince. She made me feel like a king.
As the contractions of her orgasm rippled up my cock, I realized that if I wanted to keep at it, I was the one who was going to need to tap out for one second. But then I thought, Fuck it. You only live once. “I need to come inside you. Tell me that’s okay.”
She was so lost in it, she couldn’t answer. But she reached out, grabbed my hand, and squeezed as she nodded into the sheets.
The memory of her trembling and helpless earlier flashed back to me. But now, she wasn’t helpless. She was exactly the opposite. She was a fucking goddess, and I didn’t stand a goddamned chance. As I exploded into her, as I made her mine for what I knew would be only the first of many, many times, I saw her thighs quiver as a second wave of her orgasm hit her. She was trembling again.
Fuck yeah, she was.
9
Lisa
I woke up to a cup of steaming coffee on the bedside table, along with a little pitcher of cream and a few cubes of brown sugar. I sat up in the cozy warm bed and dropped a cube of sugar into the cup, along with half the cream. I stirred it with a small silver spoon and then scooched down into the warm bedclothes.
“You up?” I heard Dave ask as he came into the room.
“I could get used to this,” I said as I snuggled in deeper.
He walked toward the bed, smiling wide. “You sleep okay?” He stood beside me and checked the cut on my head and then smoothed my hair with his strong fingers. It was doubly sweet because he was a little bit unsure about it, like he’d never really done it before.
I nodded as I sipped the coffee, which was perfectly yummy. And also surprisingly familiar. I inhaled deeply, and I tasted the coffee. There was no doubt about it. “Are these…Dunkin’ Donuts beans?”
“Hell yeah,” Dave said, sitting down on the bed.