Page 31 of The Hacker
The moment she settled back over his lap, Leland’s fingers were at the top button of her blouse. “One part of me wants to take it slow and the other part wants to rip open your blouse so the buttons pop off,” he said, his accent edged with huskiness.
“Not too slow,” she said, “but I’d appreciate keeping the buttons intact.”
He flashed her a quick, feral smile before he unfastened the first three buttons, pushing the blouse aside to expose the black lace of her bra. Her nipples were already taut, outlined by the fabric. He circled his thumbs over them and she felt an electric charge jolt through her body.
“More,” she begged.
He bent to suck at one breast through the lace while his thumb brushed over the other one.
“Leland, yes!” She arched into him for more pressure, more heat, more sensation.
He came close to ripping the rest of the buttons off as he pulled her blouse open and jerked it down her arms—with her willing help—before tossing it away. He flicked open the clasp of her bra with deft fingers and yanked it off as well.
Then he stopped and simply looked at her, his hands cupping her rib cage without touching her breasts. She had a brief impulse to cover herself, but his gaze was hungry and stoked an answering desire in her. She shocked herself by sliding her hands under her breasts and lifting them for him.
The groan that tore from his throat was pure animal lust, and she reveled in it for the split second before his mouth fastened on the bare skin of her nipple, sucking, nipping, flicking, and driving her arousal higher. She threaded her fingers into the brown silk of his hair, loving the feel but also keeping his head where she wanted it.
She lost track of time and space as his mouth and hands spun lightning and liquid heat through her body, all of it sliding into a single focus of longing between her thighs. And suddenly she could wait no longer. She needed him there, filling her, finishing her.
“Do you have a condom handy?” she asked.
He took his time releasing her breast from his mouth, licking the tip before he drawled, “I do.”
She smiled in relief. No breaking the mood to dash to her bedroom for protection. “Let’s use it.”
He curled his fingers around her shoulders and held her still. “What’s the hurry?”
“I’m going to explode if I don’t come right now.”
“Oh, darlin’, I can make you come whenever you want.” A confident smile curled his lips.
“I want to come with you inside me.”
“We can arrange that.” His fingers were at the button of her jeans, flicking it open, pulling down the zipper, helping her stand to shuck off the denim and her boots. But when she started to shove down her panties, he seized her wrists. “This ismyjob.”
Leaning forward, he dropped her wrists at her sides before slipping his index fingers under the lace circling her hips. He bent further and pressed a kiss on each hipbone, his touch sending shivers reeling over her skin. When he moved lower and flicked his tongue against the lace between her thighs it was like setting a match to dry tinder. Her insides seemed to burst into flames.
“Hurry,” she urged, even as she rocked her hips against his mouth.
He blew out a breath and began to drag her panties down her legs. Her knees felt weak so she clutched his shoulders for support. As soon as her panties hit her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked them away.
“I want to taste you,” he said, one of his hands splayed over her bare butt to brace her, while his other slid between her thighs to open them slightly.
“I don’t know if I—”
But his tongue was already there, lapping at her clit and then thrusting inside her. Her muscles spasmed once before she could control them. “Leland, you need to stop or I’m going to come.”
“That was enough ... for now,” he said. He reached into his back pocket to produce a foil envelope, which she took from him and ripped open with her teeth.
While she waited, he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans, and shoved his briefs down far enough to release his cock. The muscles inside her gave a little quiver of anticipation at the sight of him, and she stroked down the length of his erection for the sheer pleasure of it.
He moaned and pushed into her hand. A snap of panic hit her and she snatched her hand away to remove the condom from its envelope. She rolled it onto him to remind herself that she was in control.
He moaned again at her touch and curled his hands around her hips, balancing her as she knelt on the couch over him. She positioned him between her legs and bent her knees so that the tip of his cock pushed into her, sliding in easily because she was so wet with anticipation. Still the fear rose into her throat so that she had to focus on breathing in and out.
When he dug his fingers into her hips and pushed her down further onto him, her throat tightened. But she was not going to let her past ruin this. She lowered her mouth to his, seeking comfort in the searing kiss he lavished on her.
His kiss fanned her need high again so that she wanted all of him inside her. She surged downward on him, reveling in the stretch and completion as he filled the hollow ache inside her. They groaned into each other’s mouths at the same time and began to move.
