Jerk It (Madd CrossFit 2)

I rolled my eyes. “Bras are confining, and my nipples are so sensitive right now that it was either take it off or orgasm before you even touched me.”

His eyes went intense. “You’re that sensitive?”

I shrugged. “When I was pregnant, this thing started happening…”

“What kind of thing?” he wondered, trailing back up the length of my body.

His attention was fully caught now.

“I,” I breathed out roughly when his breath skimmed over my distended nipples. “The orgasm thing started to become really easy. Like, all I would have to do was think about it and then I was ready. Touch my breasts? Orgasm. Water from the shower head grazes my clit? Definitely on the road to orgasm. It’s just…weird.”

He brought his big body up between my legs and settled in on his knees, his hands skimming up either sides of my ribs as he came to a stop just below my breasts.

I watched with avid attention as he carefully brought his hands forward to cup my breasts.

My breath hitched.

I wasn’t at orgasm point yet but…if he continued? I just very well might.

His gaze was bouncing from my breasts to my face and back, gauging my reaction.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, too.

And when he brought one thumb up and slowly swept it over the tip of one nipple, my entire body jolted as if I’d touched a live wire.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re not kidding.”

I laughed breathlessly. “You have no idea.”

“I’m about to find out,” he threatened.

Then he was leaning down and bringing his mouth to hover over my nipple.

He blew on the tip, and I squeezed my eyes closed in anticipation.

Goosebumps were spreading all over my body as I tried to keep myself in check.

But I knew it was worthless.

Why?

Because Alessio Murphy Romano was about to touch my nipple with his tongue. I just knew it. And I was about to experience an out-of-body experience the moment that he did.

“You’re being very still,” he teased as he squeezed my breast—being very careful to avoid my nipples with his fingers—while he breathed on the other one.

I shifted my legs, causing my overheated core to brush against his extremely hard thigh.

I froze as an ache started to fill my bottom half.

I was seconds away from orgasm.

And he didn’t even know it.

One more brush of that thigh and…

He brought my nipple to his mouth and I detonated.

One hard suck was all it took, and I was coming like a freight train.

“You weren’t kidding,” he breathed as he sucked my nipple through the orgasm.

I slumped to the bed, deflated. “I don’t usually lie.”

He bent down and bit that sensitive tip in reprimand. “No, you only forge signatures.”

I definitely deserved the nip.

I deserved a spanking, too.

I shouldn’t have done that.

I should’ve…

He yanked my panties off of my hips in one smooth move.

“I was intending to taste you,” he admitted as he settled himself between my thighs. “But now I think I’ll just sink inside of you and see where it leads us.”

I shivered in delight.

“You covered?” he asked as he slowly lowered his boxer briefs to reveal his cock.

Oh, God.

What a cock it was.

“Yes,” I told him. “I have an IUD. Had it placed after my last gynecologist appointment.”

He grumbled something as he slowly swirled the tip of his cock in the juices that were seeping out of my entrance.

“I’m clean,” he promised.

I was a nurse.

I was supposed to be asking these types of things.

But it hadn’t even occurred to me, dammit!

I was in a Murphy Haze. I should have it listed as a real medical condition.

Because I couldn’t make myself think.

I couldn’t even make sense of that big thing he was currently teasing me with, either.

I licked my lips and started to pant out a surprised staccato of breaths.

He notched his cock head at my entrance and I froze.

When he started to push inside, I grabbed his wrist, fingers tightening in response, and cried out in surprise.

The moment he breached my entrance, I saw stars.

“Your wrist is really big,” I found myself saying.

Had those words really just come out of my mouth?

“Just my wrist?” he growled against my lips.

“No,” I breathed.

Though his wrist was really big—I couldn’t get over just how big it actually was in comparison to my hand—I wasn’t thinking about his wrist at all. I was thinking about his cock.

Which was what truly was big.

“Your wrists are really small,” he teased, reaching for my other wrist with his free hand and bringing it up above my head.

He pressed it down into the mattress and squeezed it lightly.

I bit my lip and went up lightly into a hollow bodied hold to be able to see past my breasts to where he was pressing into me.

His cock was large.

There was no doubt about it.

I mean, it should’ve been obvious seeing as Murphy was a big guy.