Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

Suddenly he rolls me under him and presses himself between my legs, bracing his elbows on the bed and doing a half push-up that has his hard-on right where I need him.

“Rett,” I moan, and lift my hand, stroke his face. Arching up, I kiss him, a quick brush of our lips, but his eyes flutter closed.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he whispers.

“Why not?”

“Cuz I’m getting so damn addicted to you.” He shifts, and we both moan. Sparks explode in my belly, and my pussy clenches on nothing. “Shit, Gigi.”

“Please.” My hips lift restlessly. I loop my arms around his neck, dragging him down to me. I don’t know when I’ll have him with me here again, and I try not to think of that. I need him now, need to feel him. “Please…”

“What about your mom, and Merc? Won’t they hear us?”

“Mom’s room is far. And he falls asleep listening to music. He wouldn’t hear a bomb going off.”

He leans on one side so he can push up my nightie, and cool air washes over my bare boobs, my nipples tightening. “Damn, you’re so fucking pretty. Perfect. You’re perfect.”

I’m not, and I open my mouth to say it, but the look in his eyes stops me. They’re so dark with lust, so full of conviction.

And then he doesn’t allow me time to come up with some other reply, bending over and putting his mouth on my breast, licking my nipple, sucking it, while his fingers toy with the other one.

My God. My hands move to his shoulders, holding on as he sets me on fire. Every lick, every rasp of his tongue and scrape of his teeth on the oversensitive peak sends pleasure coursing into my core, between my legs, the pressure mounting until I’m moaning his name, begging for release.

He lifts his head, one corner of his full mouth curling up in a crooked smirk.

Then he rips my panties down my legs and goes to town on me, licking and sucking, and adding his fingers in the game to drive me wild.

This boy likes to go down on me, I think fuzzily, and it makes me smile. The moment of clarity doesn’t last, though, not with his fingers pumping deeper, faster into me.

He sucks on my clit, and I’m coming without warning, clutching at him, my nails leaving marks on his shoulders as I ride the waves of pleasure, my teeth gritted to keep from crying out.

Oh. Crap.

So good.

“Rett…” I breathe, my head spinning.

He groans softly, hauling himself back over me. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue. “Gonna fuck you now, girl,” he says, his voice a low snarl that sends another pang of desire through me. “You ready?”

Never been more ready in my life. I need him inside me.

When he reaches into the pocket of his sweats for his wallet, takes a condom out and drops it beside us, I can’t wait any longer.

I rouse myself enough to help him undress. Need his bare skin on mine.

He lets me tug up his T-shirt, then impatiently grabs the hem and drags it over his head, throwing it away, then pushes down the sweats, freeing his cock.

Holy mother of mercy. How is that every time it seems bigger than the last? It’s impressive, and… hot. So sexy, where it hangs hard and heavy between us, rising and hardening more as I stare.

“It’s a beast,” I blurt out, then clap a hand over my mouth.

He chuckles. “The beast likes you.” He lowers my hand from my mouth and hands me the condom. “It also likes petting.”

I’m torn between laughter and moaning. Okay… I should tell him I’m on the pill. Ask if we’re exclusive now.

But nothing comes out.

Taking the foil package, I tear it open and take out the condom, reaching for his cock. The sight of his hard-on, this evidence of how aroused he is will drive me crazy with desire.