Jerk It (Madd CrossFit 2)

He chuckled. “Even with those sexy tiger stripes, and your ability to see things that aren’t even there.”

I rolled my eyes and finally scrounged up the courage to look up at him.

His eyes were on my breasts.

Even in a simple, no-nonsense black sports bra from Walmart, his eyes were fixated.

His pupils were also dilated, and I could tell that he found me appealing.

Before I could think better of it, I fell back onto my back, and slowly lowered my stomach-control leggings down my belly and over my hips.

His gaze moved from my breasts to my lower half, and I swear to God, he growled in approval.

My skin flushed red at his attention, and I bit my lip as I slowly used both feet to kick off the leggings.

They were Spanx. Super duper hard to get on, and they looked great when they were in place.

But they also hid a lot of stuff from the roaming eye, and I didn’t want him to think that I had the perfect body underneath of them.

I didn’t.

I was so far from having the perfect body that…

He crawled between my legs and placed a kiss on each swell of my breasts.

I groaned and moved my hands to his hair again, loving the way the soft, silky strands sifted through my fingers.

His mouth moved, and I felt the scratch of his five o’clock shadow along the sensitive skin of my breasts.

“Is that zipper what I think it is?” he rasped against my skin.

I reached for the zipper and slowly started to tug it down.

The moment that the tension became too much, the zipper exploded downward, and my breasts spilled free of their confines.

He hissed in a breath, his eyes going to my boobs.

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “What you do to me.”

I didn’t know what that meant.

But I did know that he…

He pressed himself against me, and I finally understood what he meant by ‘what you do to me.’

He was big.

So damn big.

And I wanted him.

I wanted him to bury every single inch of himself inside of me until I was so full, I couldn’t breathe, let alone think.

“Your eyes just went all glassy,” he whispered as he pushed up onto his fists.

I chuckled. “I’m thinking about how you’d feel inside of me,” I replied honestly.

His mouth moved into a smirk, and I realized that his lips were really full. Much fuller than I’d ever noticed before.

And his eyelashes were super long.

A girl would kill for those lips and eyelashes.

Hell, I’d once considered paying for those kinds of lashes until I read the lash chick’s paperwork saying that fake eyelashes could cause blindness. And I wasn’t about that blind life.

I knew that it was possible to live without your sight. I actually had two friends that were blind that I’d met during nursing school. But, I was pretty solidly in the ‘clutz’ category.

I already sucked balls walking on a normal day. Could you imagine…

“Are you paying attention?” Murphy rasped as he pressed himself against me.

I swallowed hard. “I was thinking about your eyelashes.”

Those very eyelashes I’d just been thinking about swept up in surprise as he stared at me with confusion. “What about them?”

“I was thinking,” I said as I smoothed my hands back into his hair. “That you have very pretty lashes. And your hair is really soft, too. And those lips…yeah, those lips are pretty amazing.”

He grinned, causing those sexy lips to quirk.

“Anything else?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten to explore anything else.”

He grunted out a reply that ended with, “maybe later.”

Then he was kissing his way down my stomach, and shivers raced him down to the promise land.

“I haven’t done this since…” I started to say.

“Since you got pregnant,” he answered for me. “I figured.”

His lips paused on my belly, pressing a kiss to one of the more prominent stretch marks before continuing down to my plain black cotton panties.

“I always thought you’d be in something sexier,” he admitted as he skimmed his mouth along the top of my pubic bone. “But for some reason, seeing you in plain black cotton panties does it more for me than the lace.”

I swallowed hard. “Lace takes time and effort to take care of. I don’t have that time. Nor do I possess the ability to put forth the effort.”

He opened his mouth and bit down on the flesh covering my pubic bone, causing me to gasp, and my nipples to pebble.

I leaned up and yanked my gaping bra off, causing him to pause in his exploration of the outside of my panties.

He watched from his belly, his face filling with amusement, as I shucked the garment—a bit rougher than I’d originally intended—and tossed it to the floor with the rest of our garments.

His gaze took in my boobs, and his eyes went lazy.

“Do you think,” he said as he watched me settle back down to my back, “you could let me be in control for a bit?”