Heat spread down his nerve endings, landing squarely in his crotch. His cock swelled against her, the straddling position and her thin cotton skirt leaving hardly any barrier between them. He rocked against her, knowing she’d be able to feel the rasp of his jeans against her pussy. She moaned into the kiss, but he didn’t break the connection.
She ground herself against his erection and their kiss turned from tender to hungry. His fingers went searching for more of her. He found the hem of her blouse and moved his hands beneath it, sliding over her ribs and palming her lace-covered breasts. With one quick flick, he unfastened the front hook and freed her from the bra. God, she felt good beneath his touch. Soft and sweet and burning hot.
He wanted to pull the shirt off her, take her pert nipples in his mouth, so he could hear that sexy whimper she sometimes made, but he knew they were already pushing it being out there on the balcony. The back of the building was pretty private with the greenbelt, but not gated.
He pinched her nipples between his fingers and she fell away from the kiss, her head tilting back as a soft cry escaped. The sound wrapped around his cock, beckoning all his blood there.
“I love that you like it a little rough, sunshine.”
She brought her gaze down to his, the flame behind those baby blues enough to set his every cell on fire. She reached down and gathered her skirt up to her thighs so that there was one less barrier as she rubbed against his crotch again. “I love that you like to give it rough.”
He groaned, her candidness driving him to the edge. “The dirty talk sounds good on you, Ev. No one would peg you for a bad girl.”
She shot him a wicked grin and lifted her skirt just a tick in the front, exposing her beautifully smooth cunt pressed up against his denim-clad erection.
“Ah, fuck. A dirty mouth and no panties?”Author: Roni Loren
“Andre forbade me to wear any. Said we were coming here to cheer you up.”
“I knew I liked that guy for some reason.” Jace’s hands tracked up her inner thighs, his thumb reaching out to caress her heat. The pad of his thumb went slick the instant he found her swollen nub. So wet and ready for him.
She sucked in a sharp little breath as he stroked her clit, the afternoon breeze making her skirt flutter around her thighs. “Lord, that feels good.”
“I need you. Now.”
She walked her hands up his chest, forcing him to recline all the way on the lounger. “So take me then.”
He grabbed her wrists and kissed each one. “Out here?”
She glanced down at his hold on her wrists, her voice going husky. “Out here, sir. Please.”
Her change in demeanor alone would’ve made his cock hard if he hadn’t already been ready to pound into her the minute she’d climbed on his lap. He pulled her close and turned until he had reversed their positions on the lounger. Thank the gods of sex he’d left his wallet in his pocket when he came home. He reached for a condom.
She plucked the foil wrapper from his fingertips and tore it open with her teeth. He laughed. “In a hurry, pet?”
“Not at all. May I?”
He nodded.
She unfastened the button of his jeans and dragged down the zipper at an impossibly slow pace. Her eyes stayed on his as she spread his fly and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked with just enough pressure to make him shudder. “Looks like I’m not the only one who went commando today.”
He rocked into her adept grip. “I had to rush out to the hospital.”
“I like it. It’s sexy.”
“I’ll never wear underwear again if this is what I get as a reward.” She drew her nails along his balls, adding an irresistible sting to the pleasure. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her. “But if you keep that up, this may be a one-sided quickie.”
She laughed, and he released her so she could roll the condom along his length. “Wouldn’t want that.”
“Definitely not.” He hiked her skirt up and positioned himself between her thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. “Tell me now if you’re too sore from this morning.”
She locked her legs around him. “Bring it on. I’m tough.”
Of that he had no doubt. He sank into her, his whole body seeming to groan with satisfaction as her velvet clasp enveloped him. She sighed beneath him, and he wished he could capture that sound in a bottle—so darkly seductive. He could get off simply listening to her take her pleasure.
He canted his hips backward, sliding his cock until only the tip was inside her. Looking down their bodies, he watched as he moved back inside her. In and out, the connection as erotic a visual as he’d ever seen. He glanced up and caught her watching the same thing.
“You like seeing me fuck into you, pet?” he asked, his voice like sand in his throat.