Sidelined

I carried her to the bed, tossing the manuals on the floor. They landed with a loud thud, but they seemed secondary compared to what was in my arms. I’d already memorized them. Now it was time to memorize her.

She drew me closer to her face, sucking on my bottom lip until I thought I would explode. I was fucking hard as a rock. I pressed my erection between her legs so she could feel it. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. And what she had to look forward to.

I grinned wickedly, tugging on the hem of her tank top. It was some kind of intricate shirt that crossed in the back and made her shoulders look sexy as hell. She worked out. That I could tell. But she was lean and graceful. Beautiful in all her movements. I hadn’t bothered to ask her what she did. That was part of the deal. Right now, I didn’t give a shit.

She sat forward while I worked the purple shirt over her head. I didn’t expect it to expose her breasts in one motion. I stared and then instinct kicked in. I pulled one nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking until it was hard like a little pebble.

Arching forward, she moaned. “Oh, God.”

I began my attention on the other side, biting at her nipple before I sucked it between my teeth. Her fingers clasped at my shoulders. “Shit, that’s intense.”

“I’m only getting started, darlin’.” My hand slid along the contour of her stomach, sliding under the waistband of her stretchy pants.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” I dove between her folds, moving my fingers back and forth quickly. I heard her start to pant and lifted my head to watch her. I slowed my movements, taking time to flick her clit then speed up again.

And then her hips began to rock, slow and steady. It was fucking sexy. Her head swayed back as I fucked her with my fingers, pushing one finger inside her before curling another deep inside.

“Ohh,” she whimpered, clenching around me.

She was unbelievable. I’d never seen anything like her in my life. I slid my fingers between her folds again and withdrew them.

Her eyes flew open.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll make you come more times tonight than you have in your life.”

“Promise?” Her voice was breathy. I knew I had cut her off when she was on the edge, but I was the one setting all the plays.

I tugged on her pants until they were over her hips and off her ankles. I took in her long legs, admiring how toned the lines of her body were.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I looked at the slice of paradise between her legs. She was waxed in a perfect V shape. Everything was smooth and silky. Her skin glowed and I couldn’t decide where to start.

She watched me as I settled between her knees. I pried her legs apart so I could have a full view of what was about to become mine. Her nub was swollen with want. She was wet and I had her on the brink of the best orgasm of her life. I traced a circle over her entrance, and she quickly tried to suck my fingers inside.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

Her head rolled from side to side. “I want to come. That’s what I want.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have a taste. My tongue started low at the base of her entrance then licked until I was flicking over her swollen clit.

She bucked under me, but I heard the groans in her throat. She fucking loved it.

When I touched her it was like I was living out some kind of fantasy. Her skin reacted to me. Her clit responded. Her mouth. Her tits. She was made for me. I lapped against her, knowing she was going off the cliff. Her body shook under me. Her hands gripped the top of my head, pressing my face against her center.

“Yes, yes, fucking yes,” she screamed.

I kissed her thighs, feeling the vibrations travel through her legs. I licked my lips as I shed my jeans. I loved how she tasted. How she kissed. How she came. And I was going to love fucking her.

Six

Natalia

My body was still shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm Sam gave me. All I could think about was how I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I wanted more of his tongue. I wanted his hands all over me. I heard his jeans hit the floor and I sat up to rip the shirt from his chest.

I had imagined what he would look like without a shirt. I had seen the edges of a tattoo peeking from under the sleeve and now I’d finally see all of it.

The shirt slid off his smooth shoulders as my hands explored the ridges of his muscles. He was built like a solid block of marble. There was muscle defined by more muscle. I walked my fingers over the ink that raced up his arm. It was a dragon that looked as if its talons had hooked onto his bicep. It was sexy and beautiful at the same time.

My fingertips couldn’t get enough, but my core was aching for something much stronger than the power in his chest and arms.