Page 68 of Here to Stay
“You’re so hot for me.” He was growling more than talking and I felt each of his words unspooling every doubt I’d had about doing this. “I’m going to make a three-course meal out of you. Sit you on my face and make you scream until you’re hoarse.”
His hand was taking turns between pinching my nipple and sliding down to rub on my clit. I was panting and literally seeing spots from holding my breath.
“Tell me what you like.”
I didn’t even know where to start, but I’d never had a problem with saying what I wanted and I wasn’t going to be shy now.
“I want you to make me come with your tongue, I want to ride your face, and then...”
I reached over and grabbed his dick hard, because two could play at this motherfucking game. “We’ll see who gives better head.”
“We’re almost there.” I grinned at the edge of desperation in his voice and ran my hand over his erection one more time, as he brought his hands back to the steering wheel.
“I need to keep both hands on this wheel before I pull over and take you right here.”
“You do that, Rocco.” I could be smug too. He wanted to play. We’d play.
By the time we finally came to a stop and he powered off the car, I was halfway on his lap and taking his seat belt off.
He pushed the seat back and had both hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth in two seconds flat.
“I can smell you.” He sucked in his teeth, nostrils flaring, as he got a good grip on the hair at the nape of my neck. His hips thrusting hard into me, and fuck he was rubbing me just right. I was going to come in this damn parking lot. “I had to jerk off in the gym on Friday because I still had you on my hands. Fuck, I want to tongue you for hours. Can I put my teeth on your nipples?”
Oh, shit.
I nodded, just as he was pushing up my sweater and pulling back the sheer lace of my bra. He flicked his tongue softly around the areola, and grazed his teeth on the tight nub. He had one hand on a breast and the other pulling on my hair just hard enough to make more wetness gather at my core.
Once this man had full access to my body, he was going to wreck me forever. I already knew.
He played with my breasts for another minute while I desperately tried to get some friction going on in the groin areas.
After one last long pull of my nipple, he gently kissed it and then put my bra back and sweater back into place, our eyes locked together the whole time.
“We need to go up, because I can’t see in here and I want to have good lighting and space. I want to get you sweaty, Julia.”
“But I’m already dripping.” I could be dirty too.
He just smirked and pushed his door open. “Let’s go.”
The ride on the elevator was...interesting. But we managed to get into his apartment mostly clothed. I was now gloriously naked in his bed watching him undress for me.
I was on fire for him, my skin tingling from how turned on I was. And I was having a hard time deciding where to look. My eyes roaming all over that hard body. Rocco’s idea of fun was torturing me by taking off each piece of clothing excruciatingly slow. Socks, slacks fluttered to the ground, and his eyes fixed on mine, those baby blues burning me up.
“You see something you like, Ms. Ortiz?”
I didn’t answer, just bit my lip, dipped my hand into my sex, and moaned.
“Fuck.” It was like someone tasered him on the neck. He feverishly grabbed the hem of his shirt and then I remembered what was under there.
“Stop.”
He froze with his sweater halfway up his torso, revealing hard abs and tanned skin.
“Turn around. I want to see your tattoo.”
He considered me for a second and a predatory smiled followed. “You like my back piece?”
I didn’t answer, just pushed off the bed and walked around him. He was tossing the sweater and T-shirt to the floor right as I got to him. I stood behind him, my fingers running over the Manhattan skyline etched on his skin. He sucked his teeth when I pressed my lips to a spot between his shoulder blades and nipped on his skin.
