Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

She shook her head. “I can’t do that in front of you,” she whispered.

I grabbed her hand, edging it over her stomach until her fingers sank between her slit. She bucked as I slid them against her clit and then brought them to my lips. I sucked the sweetness from her fingers and watched her sigh as I returned her fingers to her folds. I let go of her wrist.

“I promise you’ll enjoy it.” My dick was so hard I wanted to slam into her and fuck her until we both couldn’t talk, but watching her fingers slide between her legs as she fought the temptations coursing through her was such a turn on.

Her pace quickened, and I could see her thighs begin to tremble and her lips quiver.

“Wes, I’m going to…”

She didn’t need to say another word. I buried my head between her legs and sucked hard as the juices flowed from her. My tongue twisted inside her as I flicked over her clit.

She screamed my name, bowing off the couch, but I didn’t stop. I licked and lapped, greedy for every drip of her. Every bit of sweet essence. I felt her hands in my hair and her hips rocking upward. Her walls clenching around me as a second orgasm hit her with powerful thrusts from my tongue.

“I can’t.” Her hand moved back and forth. “It’s too much.”

“It’s not enough,” I growled, clamping down on her clit.

Her hands coasted over her body, rubbing her breasts, wrapping around her waist, pulling her knees wider. She was lost to me. I kissed her sweet, swollen entrance as the last waves of the orgasm rolled through her, and sat up to see her gaze.

I pushed the athletic pants down my thighs, positioning my cock against her slick heat.

“Now.” She nodded. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to explode.”

I pushed slowly, reveling in every inch of her tight heat. Taking in how she gripped me, pulsed around me. And then I lost control. I wanted to own this woman. I wanted to make her mine in every way possible. She was irresistible. Her smart mouth. Her beautiful eyes. Her sexy legs. And the sweetest slice of heaven I’d ever tasted. I slammed into her again.

“You’re mine, Doc,” I growled. The need to possess her was powerful. My cock was so buried in her, all I could think about was how to make her scream my name over and over. How to make her come. How to claim her. How to worship her body with pleasure and heat. How I never wanted her to leave.

“Oh God, yes. Yes!” She clawed at my back as I reared back and slid into her.

“Come with me,” I commanded. But I looked in her eyes, and something in my heart locked in place. I kissed her tenderly as I pulsed deep inside her. My tongue twined along hers as I memorized her lips and the taste of her mouth. Her breath hitched every time I plunged further, spreading her legs wider each time.

Her body vibrated and writhed under me as I pinned her against the couch, feeling our climaxes hit the ceiling, then crash around us. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We were both falling to pieces. Our bodies betraying us.

I tried to catch my breath as the aftershocks hit my cock in violent shakes. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to lie on this couch the rest of the day, with football in the background and my cock buried deep inside her.

10

Lennon

I couldn’t stop panting. My body was firing at a rapid rate. Every sensation felt like a new spark. Like I was touching a live wire.

It had happened again. Exactly what I said couldn’t happen. But one look in Wes’s eyes, and he had me under some kind of damn sex spell. He opened his lips and I obeyed. And it was worth every sweaty, dirty second of what he did to me.

It was as if being with him threw every brain cell out of my head. I became someone I didn’t even know. I was sexual and strong. Powerful in bed. The things he did to me were addictive—I didn’t know if I could get enough of him. But it had to end. It had to be enough.

My career was at stake. My reputation. And my heart. Wes Blakefield wasn’t a one-woman man. I knew that. It didn’t take ten seconds online to figure it out. I wasn’t going down that road again with another man. One crash with infidelity was enough. Wes was trouble. There was a reason he was so good at what he did in bed. He’d had more experience than I could dream of.

I’d let myself have a little weekend fun, and I had to convince myself I could walk away satisfied with the night we’d spent together.

I tried to adjust myself under the weight of his body, but I could feel his heart pound against my breast.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

Could he read it in my eyes? All my doubts. All my protests. All the rules we had to discuss that we’d broken repeatedly.

My lips parted as he moved to my throat. The after sex was almost as good as the foreplay. My body felt calm and alive at the same time. I felt safe and close to him, as if I’d somehow given him the deepest parts of me when I came in his arms. The way he could switch from animal hunger to a slow seduction was hotter than hot. Wes had me and he knew it.

“When’s your next shift?” His teeth nipped at my earlobe.