His Everything (Not Just Friends 2)

She swore she felt his cock jerk behind his pants after she spoke. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it into the bedroom, because in the next few seconds Ace was tearing his shirt off, and going for the button and fly of his jeans. Once he had his pants off, she took in the sight of him in only his boxer briefs. His black hair was more disheveled, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded. But it was his body that had her transfixed at the moment.

All Lauren could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, at how his pecs were so defined. His abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle. And then there was his hard, bulging biceps and the colorful and dark ink that covered every inch of him that she could see.

She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and saw that he looked the epitome of controlled and dominating.

He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection that was only held in place by the thin layer of dark material of his underwear. He was close enough that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her. But that soft, slow kiss started to became frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.

He had his hands on her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds through the material of her bra, and in the next instant he had that article of clothing pulled from her body. She felt the tug of the elastic and underwire on her flesh as he ripped it from her, and heard the sound of fabric rending. God, that was hot.

Her jeans and panties were next to go, as was his underwear, and then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, and the tip slickened with his pre-cum. His hands on her breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, and then he slid those hands down her sides, moved one of them to cup her ass, and had the other one right over her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Poppy.” He murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we, baby?”

She nodded, not able to find words. Lauren didn’t know if he was aware of the low grunts he made, or the fact he was pushing his dick into her stomach, back and forth, harder with every passing second. But she wasn’t going to stop him, because feeling Ace like this had all sanity and common sense leaving her.

He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, teasing her hole on every down stroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge that she was ready to beg him to fuck her. He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and spread her wetness that was clearly visible on the digits across his lips. He spread them along the top, and then bottom lip, and before Lauren could say anything, or even make a sound of deep-rooted need, Ace was kissing her.

He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands. She stroked his tongue with hers, and moaned at the musky flavor of her wetness on his lips.

Ace broke the kiss and started moving his mouth and tongue down her neck, along her collarbone, and stopped when he was right above her breast. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed her flesh, caused her nipples to harden even further, and had her clenching her thighs together painfully.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, Lauren, and you’re right here for the taking ... for me, all for me.”

“You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant to say anything out loud, but as soon as the words left her Ace pulled back enough that he could see her.

“You want me to stop?”

Lauren licked her lips and shook her head. “No, but I’m dying here, Ace.”

He groaned deeply, but didn’t fuck her like she’d hoped. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breast, and sucked her nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him, she actually was.

“Please, Ace. God, please be with me already.”