I can’t resist the urge—I have to taste him, to see how he feels in my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he gave me. Leaning forward, eyes locked with his, using my hand, I guide him into my mouth.
The moment my mouth wraps around his cock, he groans, his grasp on my hair tightening. The way his fingers tug at it turns me on. When I moan around his cock, he stiffens, hardening even more. Dragging my mouth down his length before sliding off; my tongue darts out, flicking at the top of his piercing before sliding my lips over the tip and sucking. Hard.
That’s when Foster Kavanaugh comes undone. Because of me. Me.
His voice is gravelly, eyes—that never before appeared quite so golden—heavy-lidded, as he pulls himself from my grasp. “If you don’t want this, you need to speak up. Now.” Swallowing hard, as though nervous at the prospect of me backing out, his voice deepens. “Otherwise, I plan on fucking you good.” Lowering his face to mine, he whispers, “I plan on my cock being so far deep inside your pussy, making you come so hard you won’t ever want me to slide out.” He pauses, his eyes searching. “But you need to tell me you want this.”
I flush at his words, my tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip before I answer. “I want this.”
One of his hands moves down my body in between my legs, sliding inside of me with ease. “Tell me you want my cock inside your pussy, pushing deep. Tell me you want me to make you come hard.” His gaze is still locked with mine while my chest rises and falls, my nipples puckered against his chest.
“I want your cock deep inside my pussy.” My voice is husky and I reach to drag the hand he still has threaded through my hair across my cheek over my lips. When I slide my lips down over his index finger, tasting myself from earlier, I suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks, making him groan.
With a pop, I slide his index finger from my mouth and lick the tip of his middle finger. “I want you to push deep, to make me come harder than I ever have.” Just when I’m about to take that finger in my mouth, he stops me, dragging his two damp fingers down over my nipple, plucking gently at it.
“Lie back on the bed.” Relinquishing his hold on me, he steps back, reaching for a condom in the nightstand drawer. Scrambling to lie back on the bed, I watch him as he quickly rips the packet open, carefully sliding the condom over his length. Climbing onto the bed, the muscles in his arms strain, bracing his weight above me, his hard body pressing against mine. His cock is prodding me, right where I want him the most, where I’m aching and soaking wet for him.
“I…” I falter with my words, unsure of how to say what I need.
Those eyes of his, the heat subsides in them ever so slightly, concern evident. “What is it?”
Pressing my lips together, I finally decide to blurt it out. “I need you to be gentle because it’s been a while.” Lowering my eyes, I focus on his firm, right pectoral muscle. Which is ridiculous, by the way. No one should have such perfect pectorals. They’re freaking hot.
Wait. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m so far gone I’m gawking and swooning over pectorals?
Kill. Me. Now.
“Noelle.” Startled, my eyes fly up to his. He rarely calls me by my first name. I could probably count on one hand how many times he’s done so. “I’ll be gentle with you.” His lips curve up a fraction, and he dips his head to mine, whispering against my lips, “Until you decide you don’t want me to be gentle anymore.”
Oh, hell.
I hear a whimper and… Damn it. Another freaking whimper. Because of Foster Kavanaugh. What was the deal with this guy? It was like he had superpowers. Like he was the Vagina Whisperer or something.
Before my mind can run further on its tangent, he pushes inside of me, and within seconds it becomes crystal clear why this man has had a harem. Because that piercing of his? It hits, rubs, slides against all the right spots in all the right ways.
When he pushes as deep as I can take him, he ducks his head, grazing the side of my neck with his teeth as he begins to find a rhythm. Gripping his back, I feel the play of his muscles beneath my fingers as he thrusts into me.
“Your pussy is so tight around me.” His lips brush against my earlobe, voice low, hushed, and slightly labored as he works himself inside of me. “You like it like this? Or can I fuck you harder?” At his words, my inner muscles clench around him, and I know he feels it when he inhales sharply.
I turn my head toward his and whisper, “I want you to fuck me harder.” While running my lips across his jawline. The moment my words are out, he lifts his head, eyes burning with intensity, and his hips begin working faster, thrusting harder and pushing deeper.
“Foster,” I gasp, my body arching as if attempting to get even closer.