“We’re not in Harbor City.” She closed the distance between them. “Everyone knows that being outside of your own zip code doesn’t count.”
And she kissed him.
…
Ian took his hands out of his pockets.
There was no way he could leave without touching Shelby. The cotton of her tank top was a thin barrier between them, but it was still too much. He needed more. He needed her.
As if reading his mind—or as desperate as he was—she broke the kiss to take off her tank. After that, it was like they’d flipped a switch. Clothes went flying as they raced to get rid of it all, the need to touch bare skin, to kiss and lick and nip every inch overwhelming anything else.
Deepening the kiss, he skimmed his hands down her sides, gliding over the swell of her hips before cupping her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers in his hair, pulling and demanding more. He trailed his lips down her neck, pulling her closer against him so he could better fit his cock against her.
“God, you feel so good.” He squeezed her ass, watching as she bit down on her lip, the move drawing his attention to that lush mouth of hers.
“I want to feel you,” she said, her voice husky with want. “But you need to put me down.”
He hated to let her go, but telling her no was an impossibility. “Touch away,” he said after he lowered her feet to the floor but let his fingers linger on her hips.
Then she did the last thing he expected: She let go. “Hands on the wall.”
He had a half second of hesitation before he did exactly as she wanted.
Palms pressed against the wall, he let out a tortured groan the second she wrapped her long fingers around his cock and started to stroke.
She paused. “Too tight?”
“Too good.”
She smiled up at him. “Let’s see if there’s room for improvement anyway.”
She slid her hand down to the base of his cock and sucked the head into her mouth. Jesus. It was soft and hard, wet and dry, slick and steady all in one instant. It was more pleasure than his brain could process, but there was no way in the world he was going to tell her to stop or slow down or anything at all—not in any small part because forming words was beyond his abilities right now. Up and down, in and out, over and over until his dick was so hard and wet and ready for more that he was grounding his molars together to keep from coming.
She wasn’t done with him, though. Her free hand cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them with just enough power to take it even higher. Then she stroked a finger over the sensitive spot behind his balls at the same time that she took him in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. He clenched his eyes shut and used every ounce of willpower he had to stay on the edge instead of spilling over. Hands curled into fists of desperation, he kept his knuckles pressed to the wall and teetered as she did something with her tongue that he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe but fucking A, did it feel good.
Too good, unless he wanted his part in this to be over too soon.
“Shelby,” he said, barely getting her name out.
She stopped and looked up, her eyes wide and her lips wet from sucking him. “You want something else?”
“I want it all.” He’d never said something truer in his life.
He reached down and pulled her up so she was standing, her legs spread wide and her back against the wall. Damn, she was beautiful. Unable to not give in to temptation, he took a step back and looked his fill, gripping his dick hard at the base to alleviate some of the pressure.
She smoothed her hands over her curves. “You like what you see?”
“I love what I’m about to taste.”
He went to his knees in front of her and buried his face in her sweet pussy. She was slick and ready for him. Hands on the inside of her strong thighs, he explored her with his tongue, tasting her desire, and she moaned and rocked against his face. Oh yeah, his Shelby wanted what he could give her.
Looking up at her as he leaned back on his heels and circled her clit with his thumb, he savored having her on his lips. “So very good, aren’t you?”
“Ian,” she said, her voice getting breathy. “Don’t play with me.”
“You don’t want me to go slow and take my time?” Was he being an ass? Absolutely.
“No.”
“What do you want, Shelby?”
She let out a desperate moan. “You know.”
“Say it.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the time to explore her. God, did he. However, there was something about seeing her demand what she wanted, pull in control, and take it that he was desperate to see.
“I want to come.” She rotated her hips as if she couldn’t help but move like she wanted to be touched. “I need it.”
“Are you gonna ride my face?”
She got a look in her eyes—bright and intense—as she exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Are you going to use my mouth to get off?” He took her hand, moving it over his lips, sucking on her fingertips as he did.
“Yes.”
“Then do it.” And he leaned forward, tongue pressing to her clit and his fingers slowly circling her entrance.
She didn’t take it easy on him, and he loved it. Fingers in his hair, she steered him where she wanted him, urging him to go harder, faster, slower, softer as she rocked against his mouth until she let out a cry and came on his lips.
…
With her back against the wall and her thighs shaking, Shelby tried to catch her breath. Good God. How in the hell was she still upright?
Ian stood
