Without delay, she brought the tip of the vibrator to her pussy, the thick head kissing her outer lips. Then, she parted them with her fingers, and slid the vibrator inside. A moan filled the air. “This is how I touched myself after you ate my pussy for the first time.”
He licked his lips, his heart throbbing in his veins. His cock returned from the temporary rest with a vengeance, and he ran his fingers down his face, praying he’d survive this woman.
Chapter Eleven
Alexa teased herself with the dildo, flicking the switch so it’d vibrate into her pussy. Currents of awareness surged through her, and she began moving it around her wet walls, then in and out of her. She stared at Brooks, who stood, his cock more than announcing his excitement.
She ran her fingers down her neckline until she reached her breast. She cupped it, squeezing the nipple, mimicking all the moves she hoped he’d do to her soon. Lust lit his eyes, and he gave another step forward, his body rigid and tense. Veins from his shoulders and upper arms became visible, showing her he was doing everything in his power to keep from jumping on the bed and fucking her.
She slammed the dildo deeper, and her moan echoed from wall to wall. With the other hand, she continued to glide down her stomach and her pussy, choosing to work her clit a little. Her blood boiled, and her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed, still tasting him.
She clenched her thighs, anticipating the pleasure flowing from top to bottom, and continuing to look at him, she increased the flicks on her achy bud, undulating her hips, until she let go completely and came. Her hand still trembled when she tossed the dildo next to her on the bed. The little game only made her hungrier for the real thing. Brooks.
A glint lit his eyes, and he finally walked up to her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed her feet apart on the mattress, giving him another X-rated view of her, but she didn’t care. He kneeled before her and kissed her thighs, his lips no more than a brush over her sticky, sensitive flesh.
A shiver raced from between her legs up her body, causing a flurry of goose bumps on her arms. When the tip of his tongue touched her clit, she lifted her ass from the mattress, desperate to give herself to him. His low chuckle announced he understood her pain, probably because he’d experienced it too—sure, he’d come before, in her mouth, but he had to watch her play with herself before he dove head first into her. She chewed her lower lip.
He outlined her pleasure bean with his tongue, then stroked it, provoking a hot stir in all her erogenous zones. With his other hand, he caressed the area where her cunt met her ass and slid his fingers closer and closer to her hole. Then, he stopped touching her altogether.
She blinked, bobbing her head as if she had drunk three bottles of wine instead of three glasses. He grabbed a couple of things from the box and quickly returned to his position with a dangerous smile on his handsome face. A smile that she wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Big plans, cowboy?” she asked.
“You tell me, Madam,” he drawled in that sexy Texan accent of his. “Will you let me play with your ass a little?”
“Why not? Show me what you’ve got.”
“I don’t need to turn you around if you don’t want it,” he said, his voice sober.
She ran her fingers into her messy hair. Clarity washed over her, and she made sense of his words. Of course. Because once she’d had a glimpse of the past while they had sex, she’d asked him to look into her eyes—and ever since, all the positions he chose were facing her. Resolution filled her chest, and she moved her legs a bit to look at him while saying, “I want you to turn me around. I know it’s you,” she said, raw emotion carrying her voice.
His gaze darted at her, and for a moment they held it, silently acknowledging the energy ping-ponging between them. He opened the tube of lube and squirted some on his fingers. “I’ll be careful.”
Hhhmmm… “I know you will.”
“Good,” he said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. The irony of him popping her back entrance cherry wasn’t lost on her—not when she was in the business of selling virginity. Not when she should have been way more experienced due to her occupation.
He lowered himself on her, his breath fanning over her bare flesh. Her body immediately reacted to his nearness, welcoming him with the urgency of a lover who had been gone for far too long. A really naughty, naughty lover she couldn’t get enough of.
He buried his face between her thighs, parting her folds, grazing his teeth gently over her most intimate places. Passion radiated from her chest, arrowing down her core, overtaking her completely. God, did she love this. Did she love—
No, the last shred of common sense shouted at her. Don’t go there now. Enjoy.
He feasted on her sex, and each time he stroked her deeper, he slid his fingers down her ass, rubbing the lube all over her entrance. She clenched her thighs, overwhelmed, but he held them apart and loosened his hold on them when she relaxed under his command. She didn’t have any guarantees or false hopes regarding her affair with Brooks—but screw it, she trusted he would never hurt her in bed. Never.
Groaning, he teased her to no end. The bridge of his nose pressed into her pussy, his mouth so deep into her, his tongue exploring slick spots. Every part of her burned for him, for his touch, for him to
