Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

He licked wildly at the sensitive bundle of nerves until she was shaking on the brink of climax. His clean-shaven jaw felt like tiny grains of soft sand gently scratching against her inner thighs as he worked her over. She spread her legs wide, trapped between his mouth and the wall behind her, while he took on the weight of her entire body and her pleasure.

He thrust inside her so thoroughly with his tongue that she rocked form the force. All she could do was clutch his hair and ride his face as that wicked tongue worked its magic. Her heels dug into his back, and the only thing she could do was chant his name and beg for more.

“Oh, God, yes. Please, please, right there,” she moaned, and Ryder just fucked her with his tongue in a way that defied the laws of physics. His strength surrounded her. His mouth consumed her. And she lost every ounce of self-control and gave it up to him.

He kept his tongue within her and shook his head, causing his firm upper lip to brush back and forth against her clit. Sparks flew behind her eyes and violent tingles shot from her toes to her fingertips.

She didn’t just fall over the edge. She was hurled off the cliff, then snapped back by an invisible rope, only to be thrown off again. Never had anything felt so intensely perfect that it bordered on pain.

“Oh, Ryder!” It was all she was able to gasp before her orgasm sent another wave of pleasure over her, hard and fast. Bright lights flashed behind her eyelids, and her entire body broke out in goose bumps, which then melted away from the heat of his touch. Her inner walls shuddered around his tongue, and he swallowed every ounce of bliss he’d coaxed from her. Her feet stung from the aftershocks and it took several tries to finally breathe right.

He let one of her legs come back down to the ground as he lingered between her thighs and delivered light kisses to her skin. He was slowing down, but she was nowhere near done. Not by a long shot.

When the sweet piece of sugary female was back to standing on two feet, Ryder checked the urge to clamp his arm around her and bring her back for another taste. The woman was pure fire and the sweetest kind of spice he’d ever experienced.

Other women he’d been with only fit the controlled man he presented to the public. They were as restrained in the bedroom as he was in a business meeting.

But Candy? She didn’t hold back. Didn’t stall. Just let him take her and taste her and damn him for wanting more. She represented the drug he couldn’t have. The habit he couldn’t feed. He’d just wanted a taste. But he had to let her go. His control was already flying out the window, and he’d never expect her to—

“Umph!”

A short burst of air left his lungs as his back hit the floor. In a single breath, the sexy brunette had pushed him back and was now straddling him, clawing at his belt.

“What are you doing?” he asked. The jingle of his belt clasp and the zing of his zipper split the darkness. Cool air hit his hot and painfully hard cock as she tugged his jeans to his thighs.

“I’m taking my turn,” she said, and that was all the warning he had before her lush little tongue licked the head.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” he hissed, and his shoulders relaxed against the hard ground.

She slowly worked him further into her mouth, flicking her tongue as she went. His whole body tightened from the amazing feel of her soft lips and hard suction. While his mind grappled for control, his body told him to shut the fuck up and enjoy the beautiful woman.

There was a freedom to her that he craved. He wanted to touch it—to touch her—and feel every humming inch of skin that wrapped up the olive skinned package of fire that she was.

He reached out for her. He just needed to feel her warmth. She was straddling his legs while her long hair swept over his thighs and she bobbed up and down, taking his cock deeper with every draw.

“Jesus, sweetness, you’re so good…” He was going to embarrass himself here pretty quick, because he was already on the verge of coming. Hell, he’d almost lost it when she fell apart right on his tongue and the only thing he’d heard were her sharp breaths and his name on her lips.

The tingle in his spine was picking up, and his stomach muscles strained from flexing so hard in an attempt to keep some kind of rein on this situation. But he was slipping and falling.

Fuck control. He was lost to this woman and her brand of wild. One night. He’d sure as hell enjoy every damn second, because he’d never get it again. That he was sure of. This kind of chemistry couldn’t be sustained. The fire, the heat—if he even tried to hold onto it, he and his life would implode.

So he wouldn’t hold onto it. He’d accept the temporary nature of this rare treasure. Just this once. Just for tonight.

He cupped the side of her face and felt her sink down, then pull up, over and over. Her small fist at the base of his cock pumped, and when her lips skimmed over the crown of his flesh, he saw stars.

“I’m close,” he said. He felt her cheeks hollow beneath his palm as she sucked him once more then let him pop free from her mouth.

She gave the sexiest moan he’d ever heard a woman give. “You’re pretty impressive,” she purred, then kissed the tip of his cock the way she would his mouth. “I could stay right here all night.”

“The feeling is mutual, sweetness.”

Her hands started digging through his pockets. Before he could ask, she said, “Please tell me you have a condom, because I’m dying to feel all of you.”

He was suddenly happy his friends had made him take some. Otherwise, he’d miss out on what she’d demanded.

“Right pocket,” he said.

She found one and tugged it out. He heard the rip, but she didn’t go to put it on as immediately as she’d implied she would.