Page 20 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Sophie’s eyes fluttered open, and she rolled onto her side, watching him tear the condom packet open with his teeth. Without a word, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulled him toward her, and took him in her mouth. Fireworks exploded in his chest as she sucked and stroked him with masterful precision. She cupped his balls, her gaze locked intently on his as she licked his shaft. She slicked her tongue around the broad head, fisted his cock tighter, and drove him out of his frigging mind. When she pulled him closer and used that talented tongue of hers on his balls, he almost lost it. She sucked one into her mouth, still stroking him with her hand, and his chin fell to his chest with an unstoppable groan.
A satisfied smile lifted her lips as she repositioned herself, sitting on the edge of the bed. She guided his cock into her mouth again, and he fisted his hands in her hair but allowed her to set the pace. She grabbed his ass, using it to direct him and take him deeper. Her mouth was wicked and hot, but it was her baby blues locked on him that did him in.
He grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing tight to stave off his orgasm as he pulled out of her mouth. Her brow furrowed.
“I want to come in your mouth, but not before I bury myself so deep inside you you’ll never forget what we feel like.”
Her eyes narrowed and she said, “Promise? Because if I only get one night with you, I want it all. I don’t want to be left wondering what anything might have been like.”
Damn, he liked hearing that. “You have my word,” he promised, and sheathed his cock.
She rose onto her knees looking sweet and sexy, and his heart stumbled again.
“Kiss on it?” she asked just above a whisper.
“I’ll kiss on it, fuck on it, do whatever you want on it.”
“Kiss.”
She pulled his mouth to hers, and they tumbled to the bed in a tangle of limbs and frantic kisses. Any hopes of taking it slow went out the window with her desperate sounds and that sinful mouth of hers driving him mad. He touched her everywhere at once, her breasts, her ass, her hair, as their bodies aligned. She was right there with him, clawing at his shoulders, his arms, and when the head of his cock pressed against her center, she grabbed his ass and broke the kiss. Her eyes flamed as he thrust his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one swift push.
She pressed her hands to the back of his hips. “Don’t move,” she pleaded. “Just let me feel you.”
Holy fuck. The way she said it, greedy and needful, like she’d waited her whole life for this moment, rattled him to his core. And hell if he didn’t feel exactly the same way. He only wished he could rid himself of the condom and feel all her warmth engulfing him. Remaining still was blissful torture. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft, and the pressure became so exquisite, he was afraid he’d lose control.
“Gotta move,” he ground out.
His mouth came hungrily down over hers as they found their rhythm. Her legs hooked over his thighs, and he shifted them higher, taking her deeper. He groaned into their kiss with the pleasures of her tight heat and her needy sounds. Gone was the need to find his release, replaced with the desire to experience her for as long as he could. He slowed them down, running his hands along her hips and ribs, brushing the sides of her breasts. He wanted to know every curve, every erogenous area and tender spot by heart. He pushed his hands beneath her hips and lifted them up, pulsing his hips slowly, and broke their kiss so he could hear every sweet sound and see the pleasure simmering in her eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, pulling his mouth toward hers again.
“I want to look at you,” he said, shocking himself for the hundredth time and earning a sheepish smile from her. “You are truly beautiful, Soph.” Stop-my-heart beautiful.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said saucily, and smacked his butt.
He laughed at how quickly she went from bashful to sinful. “Damn, girl, you are an evil combination of sweet and so-fucking-hot-you-blow-me-away.”
“You stopped me from blowing yo—”
Her words were smothered by the urgent press of his lips. Electricity arced through him with the memory of her luscious lips around his cock and her tongue wreaking havoc with his balls. He pounded into her harder and lifted her hips higher as they ate at each other’s mouths. She dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out into their kiss as she shattered around him. Her sex pulsed so tight, so perfect, he grunted out her name as she coaxed the come right out of him in an earth-shattering release.
