Muffin Top

God, she couldn’t think. Not when they were like this. She arched her back, bringing her breasts closer to his mouth, but the evil man just chuckled and took his mouth on a detour, licking and nibbling his way down the side of her breast—so frustratingly close to where she needed him but so damn far away.

“You didn’t answer my question, Lucy.”

That was because she could barely put two thoughts together. “No, but—”

“Then no buts.” Then his hand was on her thigh, the backs of his fingers touching her overheated flesh, and she didn’t even bother to try to bite back her moan. “I like you, Lucy.” His fingers went higher but stopped before brushing the tight curls covering her mound. “I more than like you.”

Her core ached for his touch. Even an inadvertent brush of the back of his hand would have set her off. Breath coming in quiet, needy puffs, she spread her legs, hoping he’d take the hint. Of course, the stubborn man didn’t. And when she moved to slide her own fingers through her slick folds, he encircled her wrists in one of his large hands and lifted her arms above her head.

“That’s not fair,” she groaned, wanting to throttle him almost as much as she wanted to fuck him.

“A man’s got to use the tools at his disposal.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, kissing the spot where her shoulder met her throat. “What’s wrong, are you feeling desperate, Lucy? Like you need some relief?”

Oh God, that was the understatement of the eon. “Yes.”

“So?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that she felt as much as she heard. “What’s the harm in taking this back home?”

Oh, besides getting gutted by the broken heart that she’d eventually be nursing, because that’s the way life worked? “This isn’t fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war,” he said, running his hands down from her hips to her thighs as he sank down to his knees. “Come on, take a chance on us. Take a chance on me.”

She didn’t miss the way his breath paused on the last word as if he was as unsure but hopeful as she was.

“You really think we could make it work?” Was she crazy for even considering it? Maybe. But even for as much as her body was urging her to say whatever he wanted to hear so they could get on with it, that wasn’t what was pushing her forward. It was the strange, alien emotion that felt a lot like hope building up alongside her arousal.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, so close to her core that she nearly cried out. “Without a fucking doubt.”

This was crazy. She should say no. It was the smart plan. It was exactly what she was going to do. “Yes.”

It was the word that broke them both.

For as much as she wanted his mouth between her legs, it wasn’t enough for the need wracking her. She needed him, hard and deep, filling her until there was no her or him, only them.

“Get on the bed.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He got up, wrapped an arm around her, and fell back onto the bed, taking her with him. She landed on top of him, but the impact didn’t faze him. He just cupped the back of her head and brought her face down onto his and plundered her mouth like a man starved for what only she could offer. And offer herself she did.

Swinging her leg over him, she brought herself up enough so she could reach in between them and wrap her hands around his thick cock. With a tight grip, she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, letting her thumb rub across the lip and spread the pre-come glistening there. Then, she positioned him just right and sank down onto him, the pleasure of it forcing her to break the kiss and groan out his name.

“Fuck me,” he ground out the words. “You feel so good, so wet and tight.”

Then she started to rock against him, and neither of them had words any more.

His hands cupped her breasts as she raised herself up and let herself slide down in one long, slow movement until he was buried deep inside her. Rotating and rocking, she lifted herself, inching upward as she clenched around his dick, trying to keep him in place but needing to feel him move. She wanted to make this last, to go slow, but she couldn’t. The need inside her was already building into a tight, electric ball of want. And she gave into it. Throwing all caution to the side, she fucked him—forcefully, relentlessly—as he met her every downward thrust and groaned at her every withdrawal. Then, lifting his hand that had been holding onto her hips and guiding her up and down on his cock, he reached up and strummed her clit. Again and again he circled that most sensitive spot until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she came hard and fast, sinking down onto him one final time as he came along with her.