Page 12 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

“Wait,” I said, stopping him with a flat palm on his chest. “I have a rule, too. You wear a condom or this doesn’t happen. For all I know, you spent the past seven years fucking your way through the Ivy League.”

In response, he shrugged out of his coat and let it drop to the floor. Then he stepped between my legs and pressed a firm hand against the crotch of my panties.

I gasped, my clit throbbing. Quickly, I put my hands behind me to support my weight.

“You’ve always been bossy,” he said, satisfaction in his eyes. He looked down as he stroked his fingers over the fabric covering my sex. “Cream-colored lace. I like it.”

I followed his gaze, and the sight of his big hand petting me made a fresh wave of desire roll straight to my pussy. Almost unconsciously, I spread my thighs wider.

He chuckled. Then he shoved the lace aside, baring me to his gaze. Any humor in his expression disappeared, replaced with something hard and primal.

My arousal ratcheted higher.

He lifted glittering green eyes to mine. “Smooth as silk. I like that, too.” Without preamble, he pushed two fingers inside me, making me suck in a breath. I leaned heavily on my palms as desire rocked me and my sex clenched around him. With his coat off, it was easy to see his custom suit fit him like a glove, the dark material hugging his thick biceps. Something about the sight of his matte silver cuff link brushing my inner thigh made fresh heat blast through me.

“Jesus,” he muttered. He pumped in and out, drawing wet sounds from between my legs. “I was right. You’ve soaked your panties, haven’t you, Vicky?”

“Victoria,” I gritted, goosebumps rising on my skin. “I hate that stupid nickname.”

He plunged deeper, forcing another gasp from me. “I know. But it makes you angry, and you’re sexy as hell when you’re angry. Remember how mad you got when I ate your ice cream?” He slid in and out, stroking me from the inside, angling his hand so he brushed my sensitive clit.

God.His hand felt so good, and it had been so freaking long since I felt anything remotely good. My hips rocked, thrusting up to meet his fingers. I was so keyed up, I could only nod.

He kept up his pumping, using his other hand to undo the buttons on my shirt. “We were at that little roadside place outside of town. You went to get a glass of water, and I finished your sundae.”

“Are you going to reminisce, Valenti, or are you going to use that huge cock you love bragging about?”

He pulled his fingers from my sex and yanked my panties down my legs, bending as he maneuvered them off my ankles. As he straightened, he stuffed the scrap of lace in his pocket. “I’m hanging onto these.”

“Valen—”

He pushed my thighs wide and flung open my shirt, then tugged my bra straps off my shoulders. The cups went too, and my breasts popped out, my nipples a lurid pink. I was totally exposed now, my legs sprawled apart and my tits perched on my bra’s underwire like it was a shelf.

He cupped my breasts and pushed them up, thumbing my aching nipples. “Now, these are a pair of beauties,” he said, voice guttural. He pinched my nipples and tugged, forcing me to sit up to avoid discomfort. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these? Tits as white as the cream in your bare pussy, with pink gumdrop nipples I can still fucking taste in my mouth.”

The heated words hit me like a shot of raw, unfiltered lust. Shivers danced over my skin, and a restless ache throbbed between my legs. I was so on edge, I thought I might come just from his fingers pinching my nipples—something I didn’t think was possible.

He bent and sucked one into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hard point.

I writhed, my ass nearly coming off the table as electric sparks shot through my breasts, lighting up every nerve ending. My hands found their way into his hair, my fingers clenching in the soft waves. His blond head bent over my chest, and his tongue teased all around my flesh, suckling me like a starving man who just stumbled upon a feast.

The table creaked. Then it rocked, and I realized I was thrusting against him, my pussy bumping over his dick. He switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, his hot mouth sucking me over and over again.

“Chase…Chase…” I said his name in gasps and whimpers, desire coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My clit ached with need, and I ground harder against his cock, desperate for friction.

Abruptly, he lifted his head. In a voice almost too low to hear, he muttered, “I can’t get inside you fast enough.”

I held my breath as he stepped back, unzipped, and took out his cock.

Lord have mercy.He was even bigger than I remembered. His erection stuck out from his hips like an arrow, with thick veins running over the smooth shaft. A bead of moisture clung to the slit in the swollen head.

Gaze on mine, he gripped himself in one hand while he used the other to pull out his wallet and withdraw a condom one-handed. He flung the wallet to the table, where it landed with a soft thwack, then he ripped the condom open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.

All without ever breaking eye contact.

His fisted his length, the shaft so thick his fingers didn’t meet his thumb.

Anticipation thrummed through me. My sex clenched, eager for him. Cool air caressed my nipples, which were damp from his mouth. I could imagine how shameless I looked—perched on a table with my tits out and my legs spread in blatant invitation. I’d have to care about that later. Right now, I just needed him to fuck me.

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