I can’t resist.
In a flash, we’ve swapped places and I press her back against the wall. “Challenge accepted.”
The countdown is on.
Chapter 6
Katie
For the record, I didn’t come to the wedding to, well, come.
But I won’t turn down a chance at an O from a hottie.
Especially since I have a theory. The better the kisser, the better the kisser. The man’s lips already drove my mouth wild. I can only imagine what he could do between my thighs.
Trouble is, I need to be lying down, naked on a bed, thrashing around. I know myself. I like my oral sex, and I like to enjoy every second of it. It’s not bad standing, but it’s much better when I can get all the way into it while horizontal.
So when Harlan kneels, I grab his hand and tug the big guy back up. “Let’s save that,” I tell him.
He taps his temple. “Tuesday night. Ten p.m. Go down on Katie for a full hour of pussy worship. There. It’s on my calendar.” He presses against me, hikes up my skirt, and cups the lacy panel of my panties, making me shiver. “And this is on my agenda right now.”
A tingle pulses between my legs as he pulls my panties to the side. The tingle morphs into a tremor of pleasure as he strokes my wetness.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so ready to come,” he rasps.
He’s not wrong.
In seconds, I’m moaning under his touch, gasping as his fingers glide across my pussy.
I do my best to be quiet, to keep my sounds and murmurs all to myself.
But Harlan is just what I need.
He’s the antidote to my busy days and nights.
He’s the opposite of my dating life.
Interesting, confident, entertaining—he’s a bright, shining star in a dimly lit night sky.
Hot sex with a handsome stranger who’s hardly a stranger?
Yes, please.
The man’s hands are masterful. Long, strong fingers stroke me, teasing at my clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles.
Ohhhhh.
So good.
Yesssss.
I don’t have to help things along with a finger on the pink button. This man knows his way around my body. Everything he’s doing is just right—so right that I’m vibrating with pleasure.
I grab hold of his arms, clasping his big biceps. “I’m so close,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his fingers fly.
A shudder speeds through my body on a breakaway sprint. Myorgasm has a mind of its own, building strength, intensity, then…exploding in one delicious, mind-bending frenzy of bliss.
I cry out, but before more words escape, his lips are on mine. He swallows my cries, keeping me quiet as he kisses me through the wild spread of pleasure.
