What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

As his mouth continued to pleasure her, his hand slipped lower, to the apex of her legs. His fingertips glided over the lace covering her, his intimate touch electrifying. He stroked assertively. The lace provided a hint of friction. The thin material instantly dampened.

“You’re already wet for me,” he said, his warm breath scintillating on her bare flesh.

“Yes, Alex. God, you turn me on.”

His fingers slid behind the material and he targeted her clit with the perfect double-time fluttering to set her pulse racing. A small cry fell from her lips. She gripped his bulging bicep with her free hand and held on for dear life as he rubbed the sensitive knot of nerves, the skin-on-skin contact making her half out of her mind.

He whispered, “I want you wetter.”

“Yes.” Everything about Alex had her teeming with desire. Even his voice was different this evening. So low and sensual. It did wicked things to her insides.

He eased a finger into her pussy and Lola gasped. It’d been so long since she’d felt the erotic invasion. He worked his magic on her, stroking slowly at first as the heel of his hand massaged her clit. Drawing out a slow surrender as her hips undulated with his stroking.

Her breathing escalated. Her pulse beat erratically. Alex worked in a second finger and picked up the pace, pushing deeper and stroking faster. Sending her right to the edge.

So fast.

It wasn’t like she’d expected him to be timid with foreplay, but Jesus, she had no idea he’d be this self-assured when it came to pleasuring her.

This was not her high school nerdy best friend who’d always lingered on the fringes of exciting times, like the football games, dances, and parties she’d dragged him to.

This was a man certain of his sexual abilities—driven to get her off like nothing she’d ever known before. And he was about to succeed.

Her hips rose and r

olled to meet his pumping. Tension built within her. His lips closed around her nipple, and the way he alternately suckled with his mouth and flicked with his tongue kept her blazing with lust and longing.

His fingers twisted inside her as they plunged deep, and suddenly everything erupted in her core and Lola came on a mad rush of heat and moisture.

“Alex!” she called out. Tremors rocked her body and little white orbs burst behind her closed lids. Her labored breath echoed in the otherwise quiet room. “Oh, my God!”

Her inner walls clutched his fingers, holding on to the powerful orgasm.

Lola had no idea how much time passed as they both panted softly, their breaths mingling. Alex’s erection pressed against her belly and she yearned to feel him inside her. But she was still in the throes of a climax she savored, one she didn’t want to let go of.

Endless moments ticked by. Then, while she still trembled, she said in a raspy tone, “I’ve never come so quickly. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. Alex, that was sensational.” She fought for normal breathing, but Alex had her too worked up.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her, determination stamped across his devastatingly handsome face. As though making her come was a mission where failure was not an option.

Well, he’d accomplished that mission beautifully. Lola was completely blown away.

And wanted so much more.

She gazed at him, stunned and astonished.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Anticipation shimmied down her spine.

Her Alex was a superhero sex god.

Who’d tossed a wrench into the works this time?

Chapter Three

Lola’s breasts heaved against Alex’s chest. Her body thrummed as sheer ecstasy coursed through her.

“You realize this opens Pandora’s Box,” she said.

Alex withdrew his fingers from her. She nearly let out a cry of protest, but suspected he had so much more in store for her.