AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Is that so?” He full-on grins.
“Yes. Do you know how many military men I’ve been with?”
His eyes narrow.
“You don’t want to guess, do you?” I can’t help but grin right back at him.
“Not something I want to think about.” I crawl forward, my bottom completely bare. My hand clutches his waistband.
“Off.” I raise my eyebrows for emphasis. “I’ve been with no man with your build. Most grad students don’t look like this.” I wave my hand over him, then let it rest lightly on his abs and glide down his happy trail. His stomach muscles flex in response, and I grin up at him, then point at my headboard. “On the bed. Now.”
He drops his shorts to the ground. My gaze falls to one impressive erection. Sweet lord, the man is smoking. Lust pools between my legs. I sit back on my ankles as he climbs up on the bed, his back on the pillows. The temptation to grab my phone and snap photos is high because he is quite simply unbelievable.
“You’re going to like my bed,” he tells me.
“Why is that?” My hands flatten on his thighs, my mouth inches above his groin.
“I have a big—” I raise a singular eyebrow once more in question. He smirks. “Bed.”
He chuckles, but any trace of humor evaporates when my thumb smears the pre-cum pooling on his tip. My tongue laps up from his base, over a thick vein, and his eyelids flutter. My lips cover him, taking him in, and he sucks in air. He tastes salty. I lick up his shaft once more, take him in my mouth, and suck. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
“I bet your legs hang off the edge of this one at night.”
“That’s not exactly what I want you to be thinking about right now,” I tell him, then swirl my tongue over the soft skin of his tip. “I sleep diagonal.” Then I take him again, bobbing up and down, sucking hard, and pull off with a pop. “Do you really want to talk about how I sleep?”
He grips a chunk of comforter in his fist and shakes his head. I drop my head and find a rhythm, our gazes locked on one another. I can’t take him all the way, so I grip his base. The width of his cock expands in my mouth, and he groans. His leg muscles twitch.
Those watery blue eyes watch my every move. Hungry. Needy. The man has enough muscular power to bulldoze through other men, but at this moment, I hold the power. This strong beast of a man is at my mercy.
I dip my head lower and suck in one of his balls. His ass comes an inch off the bed.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck yes, keep doing that.”
And I do, loving how he squirms, and his muscles cord, flexing in reaction to me. I return my tongue to his cock, and he grips my arms and lifts, pulling me over him.
“No. Ride me.”
Through his gaze, he pleads, and I acquiesce. I position myself over him. He reaches for my breast, pushes the bra cup down, and teases the nipple as I let his tip slide between my lips. Back and forth in a hypnotic natural movement. When he’s at the perfect juncture, I let my hips fall. Taking him. I am so wet with desire, but also tight. Those big hands cover my hips and guide me. As I stretch around him and he fills me, I never lose sight of those animalistic, ice-blue eyes.
I lean forward, and he kisses me with a hunger that fuels my need. My legs slide down the sides of his thighs, and I ride him low, my clit rubbing against him with every grind of my hips. He thrust his hips up. My body tenses, on edge, so close, trembling, seconds from release.
He flips me over on my back and pounds into me. All control lost. My hands cover his ass and his back as he hits that spot just right, over and over, and my body releases hard. I scream out as my back arches forward, only to slam into a wall of hard, sweaty muscle.
He chases his release through my orgasm, pressing sloppy kisses to my forehead, my neck, my chest, until his back arches as he jerks. The vein in his neck bulges, his facial muscles tense, and those eyes lock on mine as he pulses out his release. That raw gaze sucks the oxygen from my lungs.
He collapses onto me, and we cling to each other, straddling the bed, our entwined legs at the bottom corner of the bed and heads closer to the headboard. His chest heaves and his heartbeat thunders. A noticeable wetness pools between my legs, but I don’t mind.
As our breathing calms, he shifts his weight onto his side. He caresses my neck and shoulder, and I hum my approval of his soft touch.
“I like it when you take charge,” he says. I reach up and run my fingers through his short hair, ruffling the longer pieces along his crown. “Maybe you’ll like it when you finally let me take control.”
“You mean, tie me up?”
A borderline evil grin flashes. He chuckles and slaps the side of my ass. “Get up. Get packed. Now I’m starving.”
“Packed?”
“Remember? My house. Early morning.”
