Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

She leaned back on the pillow, and her breasts rose and fell on each breath, as though his words had aroused her even more. “He said tomorrow, Cade.”

“Please don’t fuck with me now, Ivy.”

“I promise you. He said tomorrow. But he doesn’t know us, Cade. He doesn’t know us … that we need this so much. That we burn so much.”

She fingered her pussy with her hand, one light, feathery stroke, and for the effect it had on him, she might have been stroking her tongue all over his balls.

Burning inside his skin, he bent over her and skimmed his hands along her body, looking at her nipples, wanting to devour her with every inch of his mouth, throbbing to sear himself to her and become one. Just one. He bent to her ear while lightly, very lightly, passing a hand over her breast.

“Pretend I’m kissing these beauties, because that’s all I want to do.” He licked around the shell of her ear, losing a fraction of his control when she let out a breathy moan. “I want to lick them like your ear. They’re the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen. The loveliest breasts I’ve ever seen. I’m dying to watch them bounce all over me when you straddle me.”

Her eyes watered. “You can watch them now while you fuck me.”

He slid his hands down her hips, around her thighs, and then, to search between those little rose petals inside her labia. “Promise me not to move a single muscle, baby. Promise me you’re going to let me do all the work?”

She grew breathless as his fingers stroked. “I promise you.”

“Where will your hands be?”

“Wherever you tell me.”

He could hear the slick sounds of his fingers sliding along her slit, up to the tight nub above. “Wherever it doesn’t hurt.”

“As long as I don’t move them fast it doesn’t hurt, and I need to touch you. To feel you.”

Suddenly desperate, he jerked off his shirt and his pants, and once naked, eased his body over hers, her bare legs deliciously entangled with his, their abdomens warm where they touched. She set her hands on his shoulders as he continued caressing beneath her thighs, and he felt like he’d just come back to life when she rubbed his shoulders, her touch combined with her pussy juices combined with her moans combined with the look in her eyes were about the most provocative things in his life.

“Ivy,” he groaned.

“Cade.”

He grazed his thumb over her clit and Ivy flung her head back with a strangled sob. Her wetness seeped around his finger, and if he weren’t about to take her to heaven, he would have traded his soul with a much lesser being just to be able to push inside her again. To feel her all around him.

“You’ve never been this swollen,” he said roughly, bending to lick his tongue across her lips. Slick and ho

t, her pussy was more than ready for him, and he didn’t make her wait. Not her. Not him.

It wasn’t physical, what they needed, but far deeper.

He wedged his hips between her legs, both their breathing ragged but somehow synchronized, and yet rather than kiss her, Cade carefully kept an eye on her expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. The way she looked would be permanently imprinted in his mind as he buried himself inside her; her face tightened, her eyes flared, her pink mouth parted open …

She gasped, and then her eyes drifted shut as she grimaced with pleasure. “Oooh, Cade … Always so hard for me, Cade.”

He gritted his teeth at the milking sensation of her vagina, his cock pulsing violently within her, already jerking with come.

“Argh! Don’t move, Ivy, or I’ll lose it.”

“Cade,” she groaned, tossing her head, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “It feels too good.”

“Baby, stay still and let me.”

He pulled out, cursing the pleasure, knowing he wasn’t going to last. He added his middle finger into her sheath, watching her eyes glaze over as she parted her thighs wider. When he added his thumb and she tossed her head again side to side, he slowly withdrew his hand and eased his cock back in, the air hissing from his teeth as her snug grip grabbed and dragged him in deeper.

Her panting breasts made his mouth salivate, the heavy-lidded look in her eyes as he buried himself inside her pushing him to the brink, especially when her hips started rocking.

He groaned. “God, what did I tell you, Ivy?”

She was past listening, her hands fisted on the sheets at her sides, her hips swinging up and down, round and round, her eyes sealed shut, her head rolling side to side as her breaths tore out of her chest and she started moaning, provoking him with every jab of her hips. Pleasure slapped him from all over the place, splitting him apart.