The Best Man (Alpha Men 2)

Her hand, which had been resting on his flat stomach, crept up over that spectacularly ridged abdomen, enjoying the feel of every hard, smooth inch as she explored her way up to the gorgeous pec that her cheek was resting on. She watched as his nipple drew tight and smiled in complete feminine satisfaction. She didn’t touch it but brought her hand to rest in the shallow valley between his impressive pecs. She walked her middle and index fingers down between his six pack, along the happy trail of silky black hair there. She ignored his ragged inhalation of breath, too focused on watching the way his muscles twitched as her fingers stepped lightly over them. They reached the indentation of his navel, and she paused as she contemplated her next move. Spencer’s heart was racing beneath her ear, and his breathing came in gasps.

She circled her index finger around the sensitive oval of his belly button before her fingers continued on their little trek down the now slightly wider trail of silky hair. When her fingers reached the elastic barrier of his pajama bottoms, they paused again, and she became aware of the fact that Spencer had gone completely still. Even his breathing had stopped.

She took the higher road, literally. Instead of burrowing beneath the waistband, her hand glided over the top and found his straining length beneath the fabric. She slid her palm over his hard, thick shaft and cupped him possessively. His breath exploded from his chest on a long groan, and it was all Daff could do to stop herself from groaning in sympathy. She wanted him again. She couldn’t get enough of him. She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, and allowed herself one quick grind up against him before she lifted her warm wetness all the way off him.

His hands went to her hips as he tried to drag her back down, but she smiled into his strained face before putting her own hands over his and pulling them away.

“Nope. I’m driving this bus, mister. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

“You’re killing me, Daff,” he said hoarsely.

“You’ll survive.” She lowered her head and latched her mouth onto his neck and sucked, knowing that the pressure was too strong and uncaring of the mark she’d leave there. He loved it, throwing his head back to allow her more access. His arms were stretched out over the back of the sofa, and for now he followed her rules and kept his hands well away from her.

Daff kissed her way down over his chest, lavishing attention on his nipples, and his hips bucked, sneakily stealing another quick grind against her naked core. She hissed at the scalding sensation and bit back a cry of pleasure.

“Keep that penis under lockdown, Spencer. It’s not allowed to join the fun and games yet,” she instructed sternly, and he practically sobbed in response to that. Her mouth went back to his nipples before following the same trail down his torso that her fingers had just moments ago. She crawled off the sofa until she was kneeling between his spread legs, her hands braced on each hard, thickly muscled thigh, spreading them farther apart to allow her better access.

Her lips reached the same barrier her fingers had, and she lifted her face to contemplate the pajama bottoms thoughtfully. Her hands crept up to the waistband, and her fingers folded over the elastic and tugged. When they didn’t budge, she looked up into his strained face.

“Lift your tight little butt, big guy, I’ve got work to do here.”

“Daff?”

“Don’t make me ask again,” she warned him, feeling a little giddy with the extent of her arousal. She kind of liked bossing him around like this. She was drenched with need, and every time he wordlessly obeyed one of her commands, her lady bits clenched painfully. He closed his eyes and did as she demanded, lifting his hips just enough for her to tug his pajamas down over his lean hips. They snagged over the rigid pole of his penis, and she gently lifted the elasticized waistband up and over his pulsing staff.

She groaned hungrily when he was exposed to her and licked her lips at the beautiful sight just inches from her face.

Spencer wasn’t sure what her endgame was, and he watched her intently as she examined his aching cock without making a move to touch it. He was happy to let her play and discover, knowing that after years of feeling helpless during sex, she needed the opportunity to explore the true extent of her power over him.

Her small hand wrapped around his penis and peeled it away from his stomach, and he hissed in response to the sensation of her tight fist closing around him. He looked at her silky hair, unsure of what to expect, and then sighed in relief when he felt her hand begin to stroke him, slowly and sensuously. His breath was shuddering unevenly in and out of his lungs and, unable to resist, he reached down with both hands to caress her hair gently. Just this touch—surely she wouldn’t begrudge him this touch.