“Don’t say. You into quilts?”
Such a smart-ass, his pet. He cupped her *, ripping a whimper out of her. “I’m into fucking. Stuffing yourself with ice cream will give you a sugar rush and ultimately put you out.” He increased the pressure on her core. “I can do the same much faster.”
It took a second before she could find her voice. “How much faster? Faster is not always better, Borg. Do you have files on female anatomy? You know what you’re doing?”
Yep, a smart-ass through and through.
He moved his hand up to her belly and then delved under her panties. Oh fuck, she was bare. Soft, smooth, bare *. He caressed her slit. “You bet I know what I’m doing.” Sex he could manage. Sex he understood, how to make a woman’s body melt with pleasure. Besides, the more distracted they were by coming, the less inclined they were to want to talk. Or berate him for his lack of social skills. Sex was up his alley; the rest was just a jumbled mess that got him nowhere but into trouble.
He circled her clit, spreading her juices. “Twice I’ve stopped myself from reaching for you and giving you what you were aching for. You were dripping wet all over me in bed, rubbing against me. Moaning in your sleep. So fucking ready to come. By the way, you are fucking sexy jacking off. Were you thinking of me?”
“You saw me in the shower,” she all but whispered.
“You need to learn to close the doors, pet. And come in silence.”
She was trembling. Creaming his hand. “And yet you didn’t…”
“Barge in?” he finished her sentence. “No. I wasn’t invited to the party.”
Elle cleared her throat. “And now you are?”
“Now you’re awake and pressing against me, panting, not telling me to stop, so yeah… Now I’m invited to the party.”
Her voice was unsure for the first time. “Jack, this might not be the greatest idea.”
He slid one finger inside her, her inner flesh clamping around him. Sweet Jesus. So fucking tight.
“Jack—”
He wrapped his other arm around her, supporting her and keeping her trapped. “You haven’t been fucked that much, have you?” Elle was such a tease. So brazen, so in-your-face, but it was a big, false facade.
She licked her dry lips. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re fucking tight, pet. You can’t be giving it up too often.”
At his words, he felt her * contract around him. Her spine straightened, her whole stance radiating offense.
“You’re wrong. I fuck everything that moves, the bigger and the rougher the better, and once a year, for Christmas, I get a vaginal reconstruction and start all over again.”
He chuckled softly. Fuck but she was funny.
“And let me tell you,” she continued, her voice choppy, her body slowly yielding to his invasion. “If you’re one of those shitheads who only wants to break into untried, tight holes to then move to the next one once it has been ‘stretched,’ you should know that one, I’m not a virgin, and two, the tightest holes in this earth are in men’s asses. Maybe you should move into fucking those.”
“Not interested in men or virgins. Too high-maintenance and easily attached.”
“Men or virgins?” She was trying to resist the pleasure. Trying not to give in. It was in the slight trembling of her voice. In the fluttering of her *.
“What I meant is you’re a cheat. Not at all the experienced minx you pretend to be.”
“No, I haven’t been fucked that much, as you so romantically put it. My choice.”
He slid a second finger inside her, making it only to the first knuckle, and felt as the breath that she was taking caught in her throat, her core tensing further around him. “I know, pet,” he whispered in her ear, pressing his palm against her clit. “Any man with half a working brain would sell his soul for a taste of this *.”
He knew because he was ready to part with his soul, his brain, and half his vital organs for a chance to feel her coming around his fingers.
“Jack…” Her body tightened. Her core too. She was so close.
“Like this. Give it to me.” He penetrated her to the second knuckle. “Come for me.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, arching her back and rubbing herself against his hand, climaxing long and sweet, her needy whimpers reverberating through his body, his cock jerking like a motherfucker.
When she started coming down, he spread her legs further with his thigh. He wanted her so badly he couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone why this was a shitty idea.
“You’re so small. This is going to be a tight fit, but you can take me.” He yanked her pants down and unbuttoned his jeans. His cock sprang out, at the ready, the juices dripping from her sweet * fucking hot as he nudged the crown against her folds. “Brace yourself on the mantel.”
That seemed to snap her out of it, and she turned around, defiantly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.