Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her lacy panties and drew them down slowly, then lifted each of her feet to set her free. Bare, save for her black high heels, Ally was a piece of art, shadowed by the light of the moon. Heath knelt behind her, filling his hands with her hips as he licked the curve where her ass met her thighs, loving first one side, then the other, as goose bumps formed on her skin. He ran his hands down one leg, then slowly up, reveling in the feel of her softness, the trust she had in him. His hands traveled north to the juncture of her sex. Heat emanated from between her legs as he swept his thumb over her wet flesh.

She inhaled a sharp breath, spreading her legs to accommodate his large hands, but Heath wasn’t in a hurry. He took his time, kissing her perfect, rounded ass and sliding his hands around the front of her hips, holding her in place as he dipped lower and his tongue found the wet, sensitive skin between her legs. Her scent aroused him, and the way her body shivered with every flick of his tongue spurred him on, making his cock throb with need. He felt her fingers move over the swollen, sensitive nub he’d been waiting to taste, and he groaned at the sight of her pleasuring herself. He rose to his full height and stripped bare, pressing his throbbing heat against the seam of her ass as she continued to stroke herself. With one hand clutching her waist, he reached around with the other and buried his fingers deep inside her.

“Heath. Oh God,” Ally cried out.

He ground his hips against her ass while furtively seeking the orgasm he knew she needed. He clamped his teeth on the curve of her shoulder, stroking over her most sensitive spot with his fingers. Her thighs tightened against him as the orgasm claimed her. He wrapped one hand around her waist, still teasing with the other, until the last of her climax shuddered through her. Then he reached down and put his hard cock between her legs, rubbing against her swollen sex without penetrating her.

“I have to feel you against me.”

He thrust against her ass, her juices coating every inch of his eager cock.

“Oh God, Heath. That feels so good.”

She reached between her legs and pressed his shaft against her sex, moaning and driving him out of his fucking mind. He pinched her nipples. Hard. And she cried out again, a loud, indiscernible sound that ricocheted off the glass walls and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Too much?” he asked against her cheek.

“More. Harder,” she pleaded.

He squeezed harder, and she arched into his hands.

“Fuck, Ally, I need you.” He reached for his pants. “Condom.”

“No. No condom.”

Heath stilled.

“Take me, Heath. I’m on the pill, and you said you’ve always used protection. So have I.”

She moved forward and pressed her hands against the dresser, spreading her legs wide. Heath stroked his cock, and when she looked over her shoulder, her hair sexily covering one eye, her legs spread wide, her ass perched high from her heels, he nearly came.

“I love to see you touch yourself,” she said in a heady voice. She reached between her legs again, and that was it.

Heath abandoned all restraint. In one hard thrust he pushed into her. They both moaned with pleasure.

“Ally, you’re so wet, so tight. So fucking hot.” He thrust in harder, wanting to bury himself as deep as he possibly could, fill every inch of her. Another hard pump brought the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Jesus. Tell me if I hurt you.”

She spread her hands and legs wider, bending farther over the dresser as he sank into her, time and time again. He wrapped one arm around her waist, trapping her against him, and groped her breast with the other as her muscles contracted around him.

“Oh…God.” Her head fell between her shoulders.

Heath raised her, so her back was pressed to his chest, as her body shook and her hips thrust.

“That’s it baby.” Every fast pulse brought him closer to his release. She felt amazing as he palmed her breast, while he was buried deep inside her.

As she came down from her orgasm, he lightly kissed her cheek.

“Oh my God. Heath.”

She pressed her ass against him again, and he withdrew from inside her and turned her in his arms, taking her in a demanding kiss. She returned his efforts with fervor. They were so in sync sexually that Heath had a hard time thinking straight. He gripped her ass as he ravaged her mouth. She cupped his balls, nearly sending him over the edge, and then she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

“Oh…fuck….” His head tipped back with a growl as his hips plunged forward, thrusting into her mouth over and over again. He felt his release building and wanted—needed—to be inside her. He fisted his hands in her hair and moved his hips back.

She gazed up at him, and he lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto his throbbing heat.

“Ah, yes…” she said in a heated breath.

He pulled off her heels and gritted his teeth against the insane pleasure of her legs wrapping tightly around him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He crossed the room and lowered her down to the bed, feeling the heat of their bodies joining again as they hit the mattress. She closed her eyes, and he found her hands and laced their fingers together beside her head.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

Her heavy lids lifted, and her lips curved up.

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