Trouble (B-Squad 2.75)

"What sound did you want to make?" Her body ached for him—all of him, filling her up until there was only them. Somehow, this had turned from tormenting him a little to outright torture for her.

"A groan. A yell. Your name."

She couldn't look away from his hand speeding up and down his swollen cock. "You're close now, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes." The words were as rough, hard, and desperate as the look in his eyes.

God, this man. Even like this, there was something so commanding about him that made her want him in ways she hadn't ever wanted anyone else. Without thinking, she leaned forward and cupped her boobs. "I want it right here."

His hand sped up. "You wanna be marked."

By him? Yes. "I want to be sticky with you and then I'm gonna rub it into my skin while you watch."

"Fuck, Leah," he yelled as he came, spraying her breasts with his hot release.

True to her word--and loving that bit of something extra that he always brought out in her—she rubbed it into her skin as he watched, his eyes almost black with desire and his chest heaving for breath.

Drew

If he didn't walk away now, Drew was going to die a miserable, horrible death alone because she was going to ruin him for anyone else. This woman wasn't just trouble. She was a certifiable menace.

And she's in your bed.

Naked.

Slick.

Beautiful.

Ready for more.

"Damn, Sweets." If it came out like a man who'd had a prayer answered, well, he couldn't be held accountable for that right now. Not with her.

One eyebrow went up. "You say that like a man who'd rather be somewhere else."

"Not on your life."

Cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down and kissed her, exploring and tasting every bit of her—or at least as much as he could tonight. He came down on the bed beside her, drawing her in against him. Her soft curves always fit so perfectly against him. Hands and mouths were everywhere as they each laid claim to the other one last time. He couldn't get enough of her. Neither could his dick because he was already hard again.

"What are you, secretly seventeen?" she asked, circling his cock with her fingers and squeezing him tight.

"Around you? It seems like it."

Reaching across her, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, took out a condom and then rolled it on. Looking down at her as she lay on her back spread out before him, his breath caught. Damn. If this was what trouble looked like, felt like, then maybe he did need a little more of it in his life.

"It's always like this with you, Sweets."

"Ditto," she said with a shy smile before pushing him down to his back and straddling him. "Now fuck me."

When she lowered herself onto his rigid cock, he could have died a happy man. Her warmth tightened around him and desire tightened his balls. Pleasure rippled outward from where they joined. He clapped his hands down on her round hips and yanked her down harder as she rocked her hips forward and back. Small whimpers escaped her lips as she increased the pace, riding him hard and fast in smooth, deep strokes. It was good. Really fucking good. But he needed more. Now.

He rolled them both so she was on her back and thrust deep into her hot, tight pussy. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as pressure began building in his spine. Her hips met his every thrust, words made incoherent by lust escaping her lips.

"Leah." Her name came out in a strangled groan. He couldn't hold on much longer.

She undulated against

him and squeezed, her whole body tensed as she came around his dick with a cry. His balls tightened and he buried himself to the hilt and came so hard his vision went black and if he never got it back it would be worth it.