Dirty Distractions (Afternoon Delight 1)

She shuddered, and he palmed her cheek. “Let’s go in the bedroom.” Each subtle throb of his thick, velvety flesh told her how much his own monologue had affected him. “It’s too cold in here, and you’re all wet.”

“That won’t improve if we go in the bedroom.”

His rich, appreciative laughter wound around her while he nudged her out of the shower and bundled her into one of her thick, Egyptian cotton towels. He folded another around her hair and led her into her room, then tugged her onto the bed. When he started to pull her on top of him, she put up a fight, enjoying the fierce flare of arousal on his face as he finally pinned her beneath him.

“Like it rough, hmm?”

“Maybe.” She blew an escaped strand of damp hair out of her eyes. “But it was more that. I had an ulterior motive. I wanted you just like this.”

He arched a brow. “That so?”

“Oh yeah.” Watching his face, Sara stroked the delicious erection flush against her belly. Then she licked her palm and slickened his length, repeating the move until his cock glistened. “Because you’re not finished.”

“Fuck,

no.” He took hold of his cock, pulling on it even harder than before. “But I need my inspiration.”

She undid the towel and smiled as she cupped her breasts, covering them so her nipples peeked out between her spread fingers. Her head was swimming a bit, warning her that she’d better amp up her seductive routine or soon she’d be snoozing into her pillow. As hot as this was, and as much as she was loving every second, her battered system wanted nothing more than a long, cold-medicine-fueled nap.

“Better?” she asked, momentarily grateful for her scratchy voice. It made her sound sexy.

“Play with them. Make your nipples nice and tight for me.”

Eagerly, she obeyed. She toyed with the erect tips, scraped her short nails over them. Each tingling slice of pleasure made her back arch.

Aroused from both the feel of her own fingers and the sight of him working his shaft, she lost herself in sheer pleasure. He watched her as she watched him, his businesslike approach to making himself come almost as arousing as his intent expression.

The gray in his irises was gone now, lost in pure, intense blue. His desire practically smoked from his eyes, warming her from head to toe.

His breathing grew choppy. Rough. She couldn’t stop from undulating beneath him, bucking her hips. Her clit was so sensitive she was reasonably sure one dirty command from him would get her off.

“Oh yeah. Rub those perfect tits for me. I want to suck them. I want to come all over them.”

And there it was. She squeezed around nothing, wanting him so badly to quench the ache. Whimpering, she turned her face into the mattress. Her fingers plucked and caressed and circled her nipples, now so distended with need she figured he must know exactly how wet she was for him.

Just as she wondered if she’d be able to come from touching her breasts alone, he murmured, “Don’t sneeze.”

She laughed, her hips flexing uselessly beneath him. That must’ve pushed him over the edge, because he let out a long groan, his hand a blur as he yanked on his dick. Warm liquid gushed onto her stomach, drizzling her breasts and the backs of her hands. She moaned, the feeling of his groin driving her into the bed incredibly erotic. Hungry for more, she dipped her fingers in his release and spread it over her nipples.

“Oh yeah,” he gritted out, his mouth twisting as she scooped up more and painted her lips. “Put me all over you.”

She did, closing her eyes as she reveled in his salty essence, his choppy breathing, even the smell of spent sex. Leaning forward, he blew lightly against her skin, sending a cascade of warm air over her hard nipples, heating the liquid coating them.

She shuddered. “God. That feels incredible.”

The combination of sensations made her back bow. He cleaned her up with the edge of the towel, then got her wet all over again by sliding his mouth over her breasts. This time he wasn’t gentle or careful. As she cried out, he slid his finger inside her pussy. “So fucking tight. You’re going to snap my knuckle when you come, aren’t you?”

Before she could answer, he added a second finger and began to fuck her with both, focused on a singular goal.

Making her come. Hard.

One careless flick of his thumb on her clit, and she fulfilled his wish. She orgasmed in powerful, drenching waves, her keening moans filling the room. She wrenched her head back and forth on the bed while he drew out her climax, his tongue lapping at her nipple in time with the fingers pumping in and out of her.

When he finally drew his hand away, he pulled her close and pressed his face into her neck. “I love making you come.”

She reached up and stroked his face, surprised by the sudden tenderness welling up inside her. She’d never considered herself overly emotional, but something about Brad softened her in unexpected ways. “Next time, you’ll be inside me.” Her eyes were already closing.

“Sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll finish cleaning you up, don’t worry.”