“The naked kind.” His hand went to the waistband of his jeans, then paused, waiting. “Are we in agreement?”
“You want to spar…naked?” Come on, I mentally urged his fingers to move, for him to continue the torturous strip tease.
His abs were perfectly lickable. I knew because I had spent many hours tracing the cut lines with my tongue, kissing and nibbling my way down. I knew that his skin smelled like the forest and musk, his own personal scent, one that had quickly become my favorite.
The silence stretched, our ragged breaths the only sound.
“You’ve got to pin me three times—”
“Oh, I will.” It was a promise.
Mimicking him, I pulled my vest top over my head, letting it drop to the floor. My hand went to my jeans.
He shook his head, a dark lock of hair falling into his eyes. “You’ve forgotten something.”
My eyebrows shot up as he stared pointedly at my chest. At my bra. Reaching back, I unhooked it, letting the lace fall to the floor. Goosebumps flared over my breasts, my nipples stiffening under his gaze.
Flecks of silver flared in his eyes as he took an involuntary step forward, checking himself with a groan. “Three times?”
“Three times,” I echoed, already starting to regret the number.
The loud sound of a zipper snagged my attention. He shoved his jeans down and off, his cock springing free.
So long, so thick, so— I stifled the strangled sound that threatened to erupt, making quick work of my own jeans and panties. That he could do this to me, have me wet and panting within seconds, was ridiculous! Ridiculously good…
I flew through the air backwards, rolling in arms of steel, to land on a mountain of hard muscle. In seconds, I was flat on my back, my legs spread wide, my arms pinned as he nuzzled at my throat. The head of his cock nudged at my core, sliding through damps curls to find my entrance.
“Number one,” he growled, his hands sliding down my arms and cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples.
Back arching, I thrust my chest into his hands.
On a low growl, he lowered his head, his tongue reaching out to swipe—
Shoving at his shoulders, I rolled, using his bodyweight to lever myself up and over until I straddled him. Shoving his arms back, I grinned at the look of surprise on his handsome face. “One for me,” I murmured, the words verging on a gasp as he rocked his hips beneath me.
“Spoilsport.”
“Cheat.”
“You don’t really expect someone who’s attacking you to wait until you’re ready, do you?”
He had a point, but still… “Are you sure that’s the real reason behind you cheating?”
“That, and the fact that you chose three as a number.”
Yep, definitely regretting it now. “Maybe I was a little hasty,” I whispered.
“I’m finding—” he rolled his hips, his cock sliding underneath me, “—that having to work for it is fine by me. It’ll make my victory all the sweeter.”
“You think you’re going to win?” I rocked back, watching as his eyes followed the heavy sway of my breasts. Maybe he’s right; anticipation isn’t a bad thing… Springing off him, I backed away.
He propped his arms behind his head, folding them like a pillow as he watched me stalk back and forth, the hunger in his gaze belying his easy grin. His cock lay thick and hard against his stomach, grazing his bellybutton at a delicious angle. “I think you want me to win.”
Okay, I did, but I wasn’t telling him that. “Come on, show me what you’ve got, Alpha,” I taunted him.
“Maybe when I win, I should spank you?” he mused, seeming to talk to himself.
Liquid flooded my pussy, surprising me. Who would have thought? Though it was Basic Dominance 101, and he was my Alpha. “You’re all talk and no—”
Once again, I was flying through the air, my arms and legs flailing. Using the momentum, I rolled with him, bringing him up over me, then continuing until I was straddling him again. For a split second. Then I was on my back, again.
An arm flattened against my stomach, holding me down.
I bucked, trying to throw him off. This was getting a little embarrassing! His head moved south, licking a hot path across my navel and zigzagging across my hips. My squeal of frustration melted into a moan as his tongue hit the jackpot, slicing through my folds to tongue my aching clit. Hot and wet, he sucked and licked, his fingers joining his mouth and hurtling me toward climax.
My hips bucked, all pretense of fighting dropped. Crouched over me, his cock bobbed enticingly close. Wrapping a hand around the silky smooth shaft, I rolled my hand in time with his laser focused licks, my back stiffening as waves of heat rolled through me.
He thrust into my hand while pushing my legs wider and burrowing his face even deeper into my pussy.