Page 21 of Bullseye
Sliding my way up the bed, I place my head on my pillow and roll to my side, tucking a hand under my head. Lying down on the side of me, he mimics my position. Reaching out, he wraps a hand around me and pulls me closer as his lips find mine. The moment is so tender, I feel tears threaten my eyes.
I can’t let myself get caught up. This man is a good man, and he deserves way better than what I can give him. I’m being selfish enough just risking having him here. What if this were the moment Mikey and Tony track me down? Yet his hands feel so good, and I feel so protected with him…
The hell with it. Kissing him with so much force, I roll him onto his back, then I climb onto him, straddling him. Leaning over him gives him complete access to my breasts, and as I sit up tall, the seam of my faux-leather pants presses against his hard package. As he squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples, I rub against him. It feels so good, I swear I might explode just like this. As I drop my head back and roll it forward slowly, he leans upward.
“Oh no. Not without me.” Grinning boyishly, he grabs me by the hips, and in one fast move, lays me down next to him.
Resting on my side, he opens the fly of my pants. Sliding down on the bed, he gets to his feet. Reaching for the ankles of my pants, he pulls them off of me. Lying there in my black lace panties while Avery “Bullseye” Pairings stares at me, running his gaze up and down my body like he’s drinking me in, is the most erotic moment of my life.
With one quick move, he reaches behind him, and grabbing the back of his T-shirt, yanks it over his head and off.
Staring at his chiseled chest and sculpted abs, I have to keep from swooning. Damn, he is gorgeous. Slipping a finger into his button fly, he yanks downward, popping all of the buttons open. In his boxer briefs, he looks like he belongs on a billboard in Times Square and not in some clubhouse in Hoppa, and for a moment I wonder,doeshe belong here? Or is he just stopping by—like me?
As he pulls down his briefs and exposes his entire impressive length, I forget everything but the moment. Running his hand up and down his shaft, I lick my lips in anticipation. I want to taste every square inch of this man…
Climbing back onto the bed, he kisses me as he hovers above me. Then, moving to the side and using the very tips of his fingers, he traces a line from my abdomen up between my breasts and back down again, hooking his thumb in the low band of my panties. Sliding them down my thighs, past my ankles, and off of my feet, my toes wiggle in anticipation.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning over me. “But I have to ask...” This time, he runs his fingertips from my chin all the way to my mound. Then moving to the side, he continues his trail down the top of my thigh and up the inside.
“Ohh,” I murmur, closing my eyes.
After repeating the movement on the other leg, he stalls on my mound. Letting his fingertips work their way downward, he finds my sensitive nub. Pressing against it, his finger travels farther downward, and dipping into my wetness, slides back up, rubbing with just the right pressure and speed.
“Ahh…” I mumble.
“So...” Leaning out, he kisses me gently on the lips. “How does a woman as fiery and sexy as you not have any tattoos?”
I try to form a thought as he leaves my nub, and running down the length of me, finds my opening. Slowly, he pushes his finger inside, taking his time, and exploring every bit of me.
“So?” he asks again as he pulls his finger out slowly, and this time, as he slides it again, he uses more force, going deeper, bumping against the spot that makes me moan… “How is it you have no tattoos? Not your thing?”
“What about you?”
“We’re not talking about me…” He presses harder and his finger goes deeper, bumping against me again.
“Oh, Avery…” Gripping the sheets on the side of me, they ball in my fists.
“No tattoos?”
“Turn me over,” I whisper.
With a grunt, he pulls his finger from me, and taking a hand on either hip, he flips me onto my belly. Running his finger from my shoulder blades down my back, he makes little circles around the infinity tattoo just above my tailbone.
“Should I be jealous?” he asks, lowering himself down and nipping at the tattoo.
Moving to the side, he runs his hand across my bare bottom, and I wiggle in anticipation.
“So?” he rubs harder. “Give me a reason not to shine this little bottom right now until it’s as red as your nipples…”
“Mm…” I mumble. “What do you want to know?”
He lifts his hand and lets it fall with a sharp smack on my butt. It’s so damned erotic, I press against the mattress, nearly exploding.
“Now, before I do that again, and harder…” He rubs the warm tingly spot with his callused palm. “You’d better tell me who you pledged infinity to.”
“What if I don’t?”
With another sharp smack, he spanks me again.
