Naked Games (Hard to Get 3)

He was both relieved and displeased when she slid her mouth backward and off him. “Kiss it,” he growled. When she obeyed, letting her lips give a loving kiss to his tip, Dean nearly came. She started to suck him in again, and Dean had to stop her with a gentle pull of her hair.

“What? You didn’t like it?”

“I fucking loved it,” he gritted out. “Too much.”

When she smiled like the Cheshire cat, Dean silently vowed she would know the taste of his come. Soon, she would be drinking his hot seed. For now, he wanted to feel the tight clutch of her pussy with his lips and tongue. He wanted her tangy juice coating his mouth and chin.

13

Catherine couldn’t think straight, could barely breathe as Dean moved to lie on top of her and pressed his lips to the pulse in her neck. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his mass of dark hair to hold him firm while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. So much lower.

As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Dean inched downward, touching off several spasms as he went. When his tongue flicked over one hard nipple, Catherine nearly shot off the bed. She forgot her misgivings. All her worries about what a huge mistake she was making vanished. Her body only craved Dean’s touch. It’d been so long since she’d let herself go. Since she’d tossed caution to the wind. And it’d been way too long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man.

With slow, sweeping movements, designed to drive her wild no doubt, Dean ran his tongue back and forth over her areola, then he sucked her nipple into his warm mouth and savored it. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented her oversensitive skin further. His hands on either side of her body effectively pinned her to the bed. She was surrounded by his lethal strength, and she reveled in it.

While he switched to her other breast, Catherine marveled at his patience; he appeared to have great stores of it. Dean seemed to be settling in for a Thanksgiving feast with the way he laved at her skin and toyed with all her hot spots.

As she urged him lower with a tug on his hair, Dean obliged by moving his loving torture south. Her body knew what was coming and reacted with a flow of moisture to her pussy. God, every inch of her seemed ready for him to take her.

“Please, Dean,” she shamelessly begged.

A grunt was her only indication that he’d even heard her plea. Every inch of skin he encountered received a kiss until by the time he had reached his destination, Catherine was on fire.

He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her naked body. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

She could barely think, let alone speak. A quivery “thank you” was all she could muster.

Dean passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn it. Wade’s right, I never should’ve touched you. I should’ve kept my distance. You’re way too nice for someone like me.”

Okay, that brought her back to reality. Catherine reached down and smoothed a palm over his thick hair. “You aren’t exactly a loser, Dean. And I’m not here against my will either.”

Dean cupped her mound in his palm. “Whatever,” he said, “All I know is I’m not stopping now.”

“Thank goodness for that.” She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control over her own body.

“Mmm, just look at you.” He groaned. “This hot, wet pussy needs to come, and I’m going to seriously enjoy hearing you scream when you do.”

When a second finger joined the first, Catherine succumbed to the passion riding her body. Her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm, and her blood flowed hot in her veins. Dean thrust his fingers in and out several times. Catherine moaned. When he brought both digits all the way out, she wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died in her throat as she watched him suck her juices off.

“Tangy,” he whispered. “And so damn delicious.”

As he spread her legs wider and dipped his head between her thighs, teasing her clit with his tongue, Catherine arched upward and cried out his name.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her mound, then all at once Dean was there, holding her down with an arm over her stomach, while he sipped at her pussy.

Catherine writhed under his pleasurable assault, but when his tongue dipped in and out, she was swept into a different plane of existence. He suckled her clit and she lost control, bucking wildly beneath him. Dean nibbled and flicked it several times with the tip of his tongue until Catherine burst apart, shouting out her orgasm as her come flowed into his mouth.

Neither of them moved for several seconds after her orgasm ended, as little aftershocks kept her on the very edge.

When Dean lifted his head, Catherine heard him curse. Her eyes drifted open and their gazes met. “You’re so damn hot,” he growled.

Catherine couldn’t respond, didn’t know how. No one had ever said something so sexy to her. The words were short and succinct, but it was all Dean and she loved it. As Dean swept his rough palms over her breasts, praising her body with his touches, Catherine climbed the cliff of desire all over again. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed for Dean’s touch.

He moved and grabbed a condom. After he ripped the wrapper and rolled it down his thick erection, he covered her with his large, powerful frame. “Wrap those silky legs around my waist, pretty Catherine.” She immediately complied, lifting and bringing them closer together. “That’s good,” Dean said against the shell of her ear. She felt him inch his way into her tight heat. He moved slowly at first, a little at a time to allow her body to become accustomed to his size, until he was fully imbedded inside her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she groaned.

He stilled, every muscle going rigid. “Too much?”