Brazen (B-Squad 1)

The baby-blue ring box tumbled out of her grasp and she wound her arms around his neck, the tips of her fingers brushing against his new buzz cut. She moaned against him and Taz, seizing the win, slipped his tongue between her lips.

His hands found her hips and he trailed his fingers over her skirt, tracing the curve of her thighs. The soft cotton of her skirt barred him from feeling the soft flesh of her curves. The thick material frustrated him while at the same time the can’t-touch-me factor heightened his need. The contact, even with layers of clothes between them, made his cock grow thick and heavy against his thigh. Knees planted on either side of his hips, she undulated against him, bunching up her skirt in the process so that it was halfway up her lean thighs, leaving only the silk of her panties and the denim of his jeans between them.

Needing to taste more of her, Taz rolled her over so she was on her back and broke the kiss. He trailed his lips across her jaw, stopping only once he reached her earlobe, eliciting another moan from her as she rocked her hips as if unable to stop herself.

He could relate. He couldn’t feel enough of her, taste enough of her, have enough of her. It was doubtful that he ever would and he was totally good with that.

“That’s it, Kitten.” He sat back on his heels, enjoying the view from between her spread legs. “God, I love watching you move.”

“Really?” She sat up so they were facing each other and wrapped her long legs around his waist. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She rocked against his dick, pre-cum already moistening the tip. The things this woman did to him. Most of them should probably be illegal, considering how good she made him feel, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to report her.

The emerald-cut engagement ring sparkled in the soft light coming in from the skylight as she scraped her red fingernails down his chest. He swallowed a groan of pleasure. When she brought her head close and her pink tongue darted out to flick at his flat nipple before sucking on it, though, there was no way he could keep quiet. Electricity sparked across his skin, the normally sedate nub coming to life under her wicked mouth.

“You better watch it,” he said, his voice husky with need as he kissed his way down the creamy flesh of her neck. “Too much more of that and I’m not going to be able to wait any longer.”

Impatience vibrated off her flushed skin. “Who said I wanted to take it slow?” She nipped at his collarbone then kissed the stinging spot better before pushing him over onto his side.

“Oh, is that how you think this is going to go?” he asked, loving the view of her legs and the flash of red silk the lower vantage point gave him.

She whipped off her T-shirt, revealing her full breasts with their puckered nipples pressing hard against the see-through lace of her red bra. “It’s how I know it will.”

“Such a smart mouth.” It wasn’t the greatest comeback but it was all he could manage as she dangled her full tits inches from his suddenly dry mouth.

“And talented too.” She gave him a saucy wink then leaned down and opened the top button. “Let me show you.” The zipper went down next.

His cock sprang free, more than willing to act as Exhibit A. She wrapped her hand around his girth and then lowered her mouth until her red lips closed over his prick and the world lost focus. He arched against her even as his brain tried to resist her siren’s lure. He hadn’t even gotten to taste her yet and he needed to feel her come on his tongue.

It took every last bit of sanity still in his grasp to step back and keep from crossing over the edge. “Kitten, I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Staring up at him with her big brown eyes that had darkened to nearly ebony, Bianca took him in deep, not stopping until his swollen head hit the back of her throat before letting his cock slip from her glistening lips. Fuck. She was going to kill him and he was going to die a happy man.

But, of course, two could play this game, and he knew exactly how to make her purr.

Focusing on how her hard nipples fought against the sheer red of her bra, he reached inside one cup and freed a full breast. The porcelain of her skin contrasted starkly with the scarlet lace. He rolled one pink nipple between his thumb and finger. Fuck, she looked delicious.

With his free hand, he reached out and captured her chin, his thumb raking across her bottom lip and dipping inside. Never losing eye contact, she sucked and curled her tongue around the thick digit with a power that made his balls ache.

“That’s just how I’m going to suck on that hard clit of yours. I’m going to spread you out on this bed and taste every inch of you.”

Her gaze got hazy and she let out a soft moan.

That was it—the sound of hers that made him lose control. He released her nipple and withdrew his thumb from between her divine lips, then flipped her onto her back. His hands shook with the intensity of his wanting, so he didn’t bother to strip the skirt off. He left it bunched up around her hips and slipped the red silk of her panties down her long legs.

“God you’re beautiful.”

“It’s the ring,” she joked, her voice husky and heavy with desire.

“No.” He lifted her left leg into the air, putting her ankle at his mouth’s level. A perfect place to begin. “It’s the woman.”

His kissed his way from her ankle to the apex of her thighs, reveling in the smooth skin and strong muscle that twitched under his caress. When his tongue slid along her slick folds, she arched her back and called out his name.

“Oh this is just the beginning,” he said against her soft pink flesh.

Tension tightened her body underneath him and he circled her opening with his thumb before plunging it in and out in slow repetition. He sucked on her clit in an unrelenting rhythm and relished her mewls of pleasure that grew in strength when he added his tongue back into play. She grabbed his head, pushing him deeper. He complied and her body went rigid underneath him with orgasm.

Taz raised his head and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand, he took in the wanton sight of her, tousled and clad in her scrunched-up skirt and bra only half on as her chest heaved. Ferocious. Brazen. Smart. Beautiful. Everything he ever needed.