“It is. And it smells so good, sweet like cotton candy. Show me how you rub your clit.”
She did, slowly at first, like she wasn’t sure what to do. Or whether he would like it. Ha! Watching her drag her fingers across her shy little bud was mind-blowing. His mouth watered. His cock screamed. He’d give anything to dive face first into her.
Instead, he could only stare, hands clenched into fists, and subject himself to the most decadent erotic torture imaginable.
“Rub it harder. Faster.” His hoarse voice came out ragged.
She complied with a beseeching stare, circling her clit with more speed and force until a desperate whimper fell from her lips.
“That’s it. You’re juicy and so swollen and tempting. Jesus, your velvety walls gripping my finger as you quivered and came haunts me.”
Unable to resist her lure, he inched closer until his thigh met the mattress, watching her breathing turn choppy and her body go tense. She tossed her head back, arching her throat to him, and spread her legs wider. The heady scent of her sex hung thick in the air.
“Look at me while you climb that peak.”
With a mewl, she did. Her blue eyes were dark, smoky. Her hips rocked as their stares fused. A rousing pink hue colored her naked flesh. “Beck…”
“You look fucking stunning.” He was trying like hell to keep his hands and mouth off her.
Heavenly was close. Her keening cries echoed off the walls. The ache behind his zipper grew to a painful throb. Unable to stand the torture any longer, Beck unzipped his fly and let his cock spring into his waiting hand. He hissed in relief as he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked himself.
Instantly, her fingers stilled as she watched with wide eyes, fixated on the bunching of his biceps and the clenching of his fist. She licked her lips.
Fuck. Her innocent response was gutting him. “Don’t stop. Let your fingers do the walking and we’ll come together.”
“But I want to see…” She eased closer to his gliding fist, looking enthralled.
“What you do to me? Every time I’m with you, I get hard. I lie in bed at night, pounding my cock, dreaming of all the ways I want to make you scream. I’ve been doing that for months. Did you have any idea?”
“No.” She sounded both stunned and aroused. “Can I tell you what else I thought about when I touched myself at home?” She dropped her lashes, not in a demure cast, but visually sweeping his body as if she wanted to take in every hard muscle and bulging vein. “You. Exciting you. Touching you. Making you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Beck groaned. She was waving a red cape in front of a goddamn raging bull. “The first time I saw you, I was dying to fuck you, little girl.”
She blinked at him, her glassy eyes half-lidded and sultry and killing his self-control. “You were?”
“And the urge has only gotten stronger.” He stroked his cock faster. The tip grew slicker when her hungry gaze latched onto his dick again. “If you want to touch me, I’m all yours.”
Heavenly slid off the bed, giving him a little nudge with a hand to his chest…which she followed with her lips, spreading barely there kisses across his skin. He stumbled back, wondering what the hell she was up to. Not that it stopped the rapid jerk of his hand on his cock or the pounding of his heart.
Then she sighed and fell to her knees at his feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “You said I could touch you anytime, anywhere, and any way I wanted. What if I want to pleasure you with my mouth?”
The air in his lungs froze. His knees threatened to buckle. A hot wave charged through his blood. Beck feared he might stroke out.
One of his favorite fantasies was fucking coming true, and all he could do was look down at her, utterly awestruck and slack-jawed, and nod mutely. With a handful of words, she’d annihilated his control.
She dipped her head shyly. “But I want to do it right.”
He lifted her chin with his finger, excitement nearly ripping him out of his skin. “I’ll teach you. Give me your hand.”
Releasing his erection, he took hold of her wrist and lifted her palm to his cock. Heavenly’s touch jolted him with a nuclear thrill he almost couldn’t process. He sucked in a hiss.
“Now wrap your fingers around me.” He laid his own over hers, guiding her to grip his shaft snugly, and groaned. “Grip me tight, little girl. Feel the veins, the heat, and the fluid spilling off the crest. Yeah…”
“You’ll tell me if I do it wrong?”
He stroked a hand over her hair. “Yes, but I doubt that’s going to happen. This feels incredible.”
When she emulated the motion and the rhythm perfectly, he withdrew his hand so she could explore on her own. Immediately, he clenched his teeth as her palm danced up and down his length. His cock jerked.
If she kept this up, he wouldn’t fucking last.
“Is this the way you like it?” Uncertainty tinged her soft voice.
“Harder,” he choked out.
She did, and he closed his eyes as his whole body melted around her touch. “Fuck, yes.”
As she continued to slide her hand up and down his cock, Beck’s balls churned and his body hummed. He peered down at her, watching as she gazed in awe at each smooth glide. Jesus, he’d last longer if he controlled her stroke or even looked away. But no, he couldn’t tear his gaze from her firm but gentle sweeps up his length.
When had he become such a raging masochist?
“When you’re ready, just open your mouth and—”
Even before he finished his sentence, Heavenly parted her lips and swiped her tongue over his leaking crest. Need rocked him like a fucking earthquake. He squeezed his hands into fists and locked
