Page 57 of Fourth Wheel
He hops off the bed, grinning in the most adorable way, then quickly removes his shirt. He undoes his pants, then shoves them down, along with his boxers, in one fluid motion. I prop up on my elbows and drink him in. His torso’s impossibly long; so long he’s rocking an eight pack. His waist tapers into his pants and forms these delicious hip indents.
“Fuck me,” I mutter as I home in on his dick. The thing’s an anaconda. I’m a greenhorn skipper about to embark on a jungle river cruise. How the hell did I manage to deep-throat that sucker last weekend?
Oh. That’s right. Because I can do all things through Dempsey, who strengthens me. Especially when he calls me a good girl. Or a naughty girl. Or princess. I have a feeling he can call me just about anything, and my jaw will automatically unhinge to welcome him home.
“That’s the plan,” he retorts as he pulls a condom out of his discarded pants pocket and rips it open with his teeth.
I almost come again when he spits the corner of the wrapper off to the side.
After he rolls on the condom, he prowls toward me and joins me on the bed. He hovers a few inches above my body, just out of reach. My brain does the cha-cha slide when his forearms flex on either side of my head.
I knew it.I fucking knew it. This man could hold a plank for days.
“How do you want me?” he asks softly, brushing his lips against mine before peppering more kisses along my collarbone.
“Inside me,” I quip as I lift my hips to line him up.
“Maddie,” he scolds into my neck before nudging his tip at my entrance. “Tell me what you like and how you want it. I want this to be so good for you, baby girl.”
He literally just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. But sure. Let’s talk more about what I want.
“I like to be on top,” I whisper.
“Of course you do.”
Two seconds later, we’re rolling.
He lies back and adjusts his arms behind his head, giving me the most salacious smile as he watches me through those lagoon-blue eyes. I lean forward and kiss him, then lift one leg up to turn around.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I freeze, then look back to justify my actions. “Haven’t you ever heard of reverse cowgirl?”
He scoffs like I tried to convince him two plus two is nine. “Hard pass. If you turn around, I won’t be able to see you. If I can’t see you, I won’t know what you like or what’s working. Plus, I really think I need unfettered access to those gorgeous tits.”
He tweaks both my nipples, which shoots kitty flutters straight to my core. I don’t think a guy has ever been as openly obsessed with my boobs as Dempsey—I’ve died and gone to nipple-stimulation heaven.
“Convincing argument,” I relent, shifting back to face him.
“I thought you’d see it my way.” He lifts his pelvis until his condom-clad dick brushes my clit. I shudder at the sensation.
“Put me inside you, baby girl. Show me what you’ve got.”
I rise to hover and line him up, surprisingly nervous to be facing him. But as soon as that first inch is in, I close my eyes and give in to the sensations. I work him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way my body stretches and molds around him. Once he’s completely seated inside me, I open my eyes, startled to be met head-on by his heated, wanton gaze.
“Fuck, Maddie. Do you know how hot that was?”
I grin and start to ride him, using his abs for leverage as I lift myself up and off his dick. He places both hands on my hips, and then we’re moving in tandem. When I rise up, he lifts me higher. When I sink down, he pulls me closer. Every time I bottom out, he shifts my body forward, putting more pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“See how pretty you look riding me, baby girl? You’re a fucking dream.”
I look down to where our bodies connect and watch as his length disappears inside me. It’s surprisingly hot—and shockingly intimate.
When I lift my head again, we make eye contact, and I freeze. The energy that’s run rampant between us for weeks encircles us now, the power of our connection ten times stronger than any emotion I’ve ever experienced. We could fuel a power grid with this electricity. And the best part of it is that I know—I just know—he’s alongside me for the ride.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, brushing aside a damp strand of hair. I’m so overcome with emotion, I move to turn my head, hoping to hide how strongly this moment is hitting me. But he catches my chin with one hand and doesn’t let me pull away.
“I feel it, too,” he confesses, the power of the moment growing as he continues to stare, keeping me trapped in his gaze.
