Over Exposed (11 page)

He hadn't been able to take his eyes off the scene, it'd been that well done. But as it cut away, he realized he was breathing like he'd just run a six-minute mile.

Sabrina hadn't been unaffected. She'd gone rigid against him. The hand she'd had on his thigh clenched until he felt each individual fingertip through the fabric of his jeans. His aching cock pounded against the zipper, demanding she put that hand to better use.

He heard her breathing deepen. Felt her shudder when he shifted beneath her, trying to ease the pressure on his cock.

Then he muttered, “Fuck it,” and reached for her. She was already reaching for him and let him rearrange her until she straddled his lap. Then he put his hand on her ass and pressed her down against his aching erection.

She moaned as their mouths met and melded. This time, they didn't ease into anything. The hunger had already infected his every cell and his body needed hers with a wildness he didn't want to rein in.

With one hand on her ass, he got her rocking over his cock, pressing her mound against him and rubbing then withdrawing for seconds before coming back in and winding him up more.

She didn't need his direction for long, taking over the rhythm as his hands moved on to other things. One sank into her hair, wrapping the long strands around one fist and tugging her head back so he could kiss her deeper. The other slid beneath her shirt and spread over her back, pressing her even closer.

With a moan, she cupped her hands around his jaw before sliding them to his shoulders, where she kneaded him, fingers digging into the muscles. Then they slipped lower, trailing over his pecs, stopping to pinch at his nipples poking through the cotton. He groaned into her mouth as the slight pain amplified the pounding desire in his veins.

Christ, he loved having her hands on him. Almost as much as he loved putting his hands on her.

When she grabbed the hem of his shirt, he bent forward so she could pull it over his head. As soon as it cleared his arms, he reached for her shirt and whipped it off before he reached for her bra and added it to the pile.

She reached for him again, hands grasping at his shoulders, but he held her away and just looked at her.

So fucking gorgeous. And he wanted to taste every single inch of her.

Putting one hand on her back, he urged her to arch, thrusting her breasts toward him. He bent, sucking an already pointed nipple into his mouth. He didn't start out slow, didn't ease into it. He pulled her in hard and deep then drew back to nip at the tip, making her writhe on his lap and moan. The sound made him want to growl.

When he switched to the other side, he already had one hand on the button of her jeans. But he knew he couldn't get her clothes off in this position.

Pulling back, he lifted her, shocking a gasp out of her as he stood, setting her on her feet.

“Strip. Everything off. Right now.”

He didn't temper his demanding tone and he didn't relent when her eyes widened and her hands grabbed his forearms. He couldn't tell whether she wanted to draw him closer or push him away but she obeyed, her hands falling to her jeans.

Then she said, “You, too.”

He grinned and watched her shiver as he cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Greg.”

“Yeah, babe?”

He bent before she could answer, licking at her nipples and making her moan. Her hands sank into his hair, holding him to her. He obliged, mainly because he couldn't get enough of her. Rubbing his cheeks against her breasts, he felt her quiver as his stubble abraded her skin.

“God, I love that.” Her voice had a husky quality that made his balls tighten and his cock spill a drop of moisture. He needed to watch that or he'd be coming in his jeans.

Pulling away, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Take yours off then you can strip me.”

She gave him the look, the one that meant “you're pushing it.” And he was. But not only did he think that look was fucking adorable, he loved that she wasn't completely cowed by him. Another woman might've reached for him right away, ready to do whatever he wanted. Give him whatever he wanted.

Sabrina was going to give him what he wanted but she was going to make damn sure he knew he had to deserve it.

Smiling at her, he dug the condom out of his pocket and tossed it on the couch cushion, watching her return his smile.

Keeping her gaze on his, she opened the button on her jeans then unzipped them and pushed them down. Since he didn't want to miss the show, he let his gaze drop, saw her shove her pants to her thighs, taking her underwear with them. Bending at the waist, she got them to her ankles then stepped out.

Goddamn, she made him so fucking hot. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted another woman as much as he wanted Sabrina.

This girl had curves that made him want to put his hands everywhere at once. And
this
woman was his, said the primal heart of him. She looked at him like Kate looked at Tyler, and he realized only Daisy had ever done that before.

Yeah, and look how that turned out.

Shutting down that train of thought before it poisoned the moment, he watched Sabrina straighten and take another step toward him. Then she stopped, leaving only centimeters separating them. If she took a deep breath, her breasts would brush against his chest.

His fingers itched to reach for her hair but he waited, watching as she slowly reached out and let her fingertips brush the hair on his chest then follow the line over his stomach and down to his waistband.

His abs clenched but he held himself in place, keeping a rigid leash on his instinct to pounce. But if Sabrina didn't get rid of his pants right fucking now, he was going to show her why people usually jumped to do exactly what he wanted.

Then again, maybe patience really was a virtue, he thought as she brushed her fingers along the bare skin above his waistband. Flashes of lightning coursed through him, making him shiver.

His head dropped forward and he pressed a kiss to her forehead as she slowly worked her way to the button. He bit back a command for her to rip it open then groaned when she did. She didn't take her time now, almost as if she couldn't wait to strip him. She had his jeans around his thighs in no time and bent even farther to get them to his ankles.

“Fuck.”

Her lips brushed against the head of his cock for a brief second as she straightened, but it was enough contact to make him shudder and want to force her to take him in her mouth.

He stopped before he did but couldn't stop himself from threading his fingers through her hair. He needed that semblance of control.

“Now what, Greg? Tell me what you want.”

Her breath brushed his chest, lighting sparks low in his gut.

“I want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart. I want you to suck me but I don't want you to get me off. I want to come inside you. But only after I return the favor and lick you until you come on my tongue.”

She shivered, goose bumps covering her skin, and looked up at him with eyes hazy with desire.

“I think that'll be okay.”

Laughing because he couldn't help himself, he kissed the burgeoning smile off her lips then drew her back to the couch.

He was just about to push her onto it so he could kneel between her legs and suck her off when she put her hand on his chest and gave him a shove.

He went because, well, why the hell wouldn't he? But he didn't want her kneeling on the floor. Reaching for her hips, he pulled her forward until her knees hit the cushion next to him and she took the hint.

Sliding onto the couch, she leaned forward to meld their lips together, her hands cupping his jaw, caressing, stroking. Her kiss made him steam, made him grab for her nape to hold her to him, even though he knew she wasn't going anywhere.

Except down.

When she wrapped one hand around his cock, he groaned into her mouth and couldn't help but tug on her hair to tilt her head back just a tiny bit more. She allowed it for a second, her hand steady on his shaft, but then she moved her lips to his jaw and twisted her hand.

Fuck yes.

His head fell back as fire spread every place her mouth pressed a kiss. She moved from his neck to his chest, where she stopped to lick at his nipples, while the hand on his cock began a slow but steady pump that made it thicken and throb.

If he let himself go, she could bring him off just like this, with her teeth sinking onto his nipple and her hair falling over her shoulders to brush against his stomach.

He wondered if she'd let him take photos of them like this one day. Just the thought made him grit his teeth with pleasure.

“Christ, Bree.”

He felt her mouth curve in a grin. “Everything okay?”

“You know it is. Don't stop.”

“I don't plan to.”

After a slightly harder nip, she continued kissing her way down his body. Nothing about her seemed practiced but every movement was arousing. So fucking hot.

His body alternated between being on edge and melting into the sofa. Her hand on his cock made him want to pump into her hand, but her lips on his skin turned his bones to jelly. Clenching his fingers in her hair, he rubbed it against his stomach, making sure not to yank or take her off course.

Because he felt her breath on his cock. His own breath stuttered in his chest and he closed his eyes, waiting.

He shuddered as every muscle in his body slammed to attention as her lips closed around the head. He had to make a conscious effort to control his hips because all his body wanted was to thrust up to fuck her mouth. To sink his cock deep in her warmth and let her suck him dry.

As if she'd read his mind or, more likely, his body, she took him deeper. Her lips slid down his shaft, her tongue flat against the side of his cock. As she did, one hand slid down to cup his balls and the other curled around his waist. Then she sucked.

Yes.

The gentle suction of her mouth wreaked havoc with his mind and body. He could barely breathe and every muscle tingled and his brain buzzed with static. The sensation of her hair on his thighs made him ache to feel it on his balls. The hand caressing his balls tightened, drawing another groan from him.

“God, yes.”

She picked up on his cues, learning what made him groan, what made his hand tighten in her hair and exactly what pushed him to his limits.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock, she flicked her tongue at the slit, making his eyes roll back in his head before she sank down to the root and held him there. The wet heat of her mouth nearly made him spill on her tongue but he forced back the urge by grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing until it passed.

She eased up a little to allow him to do it then released him, but not before placing one final kiss against the tip.

That sweetly erotic caress broke his control.

She'd barely lifted her head when he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her over his lap. She spread her legs, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as her knees hit the cushions on either side of his thighs.

Watching her face, he reached for his cock and pulled it straight until they were perfectly aligned. With his other hand, he grabbed her hips and brought her down. The slick lips of her pussy met the head of his dick, but he didn't pull her any farther. Instead, he rubbed the tip against that plump, hot flesh, coating it in her moisture.

“Jesus, you're wet. I'm going to go down on you next time and suck you until you scream. Then I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to stop and fuck you with my cock.”

Her eyelids slammed closed, as if trying to shut him out, but the expression on her face and the clench of her hands on his shoulders made it clear she liked hearing him talk.

And her body obviously liked having his cock rub against her clit. Each time he made contact, she shivered. Her hips began to rock with him and she tried to lower herself onto him but he wasn't going to let her. Not yet.

He wanted her to ask for it, to beg him to fuck her. To lose all her inhibitions and give herself over to him completely.

She was close. He wanted total.

“Lean forward, Bree. I want to suck on those beautiful nipples again.”

Her eyes opened as she moaned and the flush on her cheeks burned a little brighter. But she did move closer, arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward him.

He was almost too tall to make this work, but he was determined. Wedging his cock between her sex lips without penetrating her took monumental control but it allowed him to use that hand to cup her breast and lift it to his mouth.

He had no more patience for easy. He wanted hot and rough.

Sucking on her nipple, he drew her between his teeth, letting the edges graze her flesh. She moaned and the hands she'd had on his shoulders immediately reached up to grab his hair. Her hold was tight and made his scalp sting, but he liked it.

He liked that she responded to him, how she writhed against him when he bit and licked and made her nipples so tight they had to hurt. He liked how she rocked on his dick but didn't sink down, because she knew he wanted her to wait. Instead, she teased herself . . . and him.

His chest ached and his cock throbbed but he played with her breasts until he literally couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Growling as he pulled away, he released her nipple at the very last second. With her soft gasp echoing in his ears, he grabbed the condom, covered himself, then grabbed her hips and brought her down.

His cock sank only about halfway, the angle of her body just slightly off for him to get deeper. That was okay. He didn't want to fuck her too hard right away.

But Bree apparently had plans of her own.

She leaned forward to kiss him—a hot, wet, tongue-melding kiss that took him by surprise—and shifted just enough so she sank onto him until her ass met his thighs. Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing him, holding him steady.