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He peered up at her, on his knees, his eyes hooded, his smile lazy but confident. He was still completely dressed, which seemed unfair since she was only wearing her underwear. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of those next, complimenting her on the pale pink color that matched her discarded bra. He rolled them down, past her thighs. She shifted her hips, excited and nervous in equal amounts. Once she’d stepped out of her panties, he held one foot in the air and gently draped her leg over his shoulder. Now she was open to him, the crook of her knee hooked on his shoulder, her center open to his perusal.
He took a long look as her heart hammered and her fingernails dug into his shoulder. Then, his hazel eyes on hers, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue along her folds.
“Oh, god.” She hadn’t meant to speak. The slick, wet feel of his tongue on her most sensitive part had drawn the words from her without her permission. She continued moaning as she rode his mouth—that talented mouth—musing that he was every bit as good at this as she’d assumed he would be when he’d kissed her.
His hands roamed, one cupping her ass, the other reaching up to play with her nipple, hardening in the air-conditioned room. He plucked and laved in tandem while she moaned her approval. She said his name a few times, and “oh, god” a few more times. The rest of what she uttered was nonsensical gibberish. She was beyond caring. Nothing had felt this good.Ever.
Her orgasm shimmered on the horizon, growing closer like a speeding train on the tracks. It came into view, glimmering in the moonlight, and she voiced it with a long, appreciative moan. With her hands in his hair, she rode out her release, weakened by the sheer strength of it.
Trick held tightly to her thighs as he savored every moment of her release. He finally relented when she weakly begged for him to stop. She was swept up into his arms and then being lowered onto the bed. Her body sank into the pillowy white comforter while her mind floated miles above it. Part of her was lost in the afterglow. It pulsed through her, keeping time with her heavy heartbeats.
She flopped an arm over her closed eyes, mumbled something about how gifted he was, and then his mouth was on hers. When he moved her arm aside, he was the very picture of a smug male who had done exactly what he’d set out to do.
“Let’s hear it,” he said. “Scale of one to ten.”
“A million?”
His sexy grin broadened. It was high time he removed the clothing he was still wearing. Weakly, she plucked at his shirt. “Take that off. I’m too tired.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He stood and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted chest with a tasteful smattering of hair in all the right places. His pecs were round and thick, his biceps impressive, but then she’d been ogling those earlier, hadn’t she? She refocused on his abs, the smooth bumps that led to a belly button and a trail of wiry hair that disappeared past his belt.
“Those, too.” She snapped her fingers for effect. He gave her a stern look, which still managed to look playful on him, and then undid the belt and lost the pants. She didn’t have to lecture him about taking off the boxer briefs. He slipped out of those too, freezing the next command on her tongue in its tracks.
His cock was tall and proud, grazing the top of his belly. He reached for it, gave it one stroke, then two, and her mouth literally watered. She couldn’t look away. It was like seeing a sunset for the first time. Or a unicorn. My god, it was beautiful. Thick, too, which made her thighs squeeze together in delicious anticipation.
“We have more to do before the finale, Peaches.” He crawled onto the bed and laid next to her. She rolled over to argue, reaching for the appendage she wanted inside of her as of two minutes ago.
He snatched her hand away and pinned it to the pillow over her head. He repeated that move with her other hand. Once he was over top of her, told her the score. “First the mask. And then the massage oil. Maybe that vibrating thing.”
She bit her lip with her top teeth.
“No one wears ayesthe way you do, Rylee.” He kissed her on the lips, instructed her not to move, and then he grabbed the oil.
Eleven
Trick had focused his massaging techniques on her nipples since the oil was edible. It didn’t taste half bad. Although he supposed when slicked over those peach, pert points, any flavor would have sufficed.
The mask covered her eyes, and her hands rested over head as he’d instructed. Each time he backed away to look at her body spread out before him like a goddamn dessert, her breathing would increase ever so slightly.
Rylee Meadows wasnotused to being out of control.
He’d enjoyed how she’d let go with him. How she’d said yes to him when her first instinct had been to turn him down. How she’d relinquished control tonight. Done with the oil, he tracked his fingers over her body, starting with her arms and then to the breasts he wanted to build an altar to worship.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts.” He touched each of her nipples and watched as they tightened. Her body responded to him instantly, which was the most amazing thing. “And thighs.”
He gripped each thigh with his hands and then spread her legs open. Forget the massager. He wanted to touch her here.
“Can I see you now?” Her hands were free, but she didn’t remove the mask. Seemed as if the woman who was in charge of everything was reveling in the opportunity to be told what to do. He could understand that. He’d watched her, even from afar, as she’d planned and scheduled, delegated and answered. If he had her career, he’d need a vacation every otherweek. The worst part was, she hadn’t enjoyed the parties she’d planned, but stayed at the ready in case something went wrong.
No fun.
He took the mask off. Her gaze went straight to his dick, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. She pushed herself up, her smile wonky and relaxed, her cheeks rosy. Then she sat up and pushed him onto his back. He let her, easing onto the bed and propping one arm behind his head.
“I’m not the only buffet in town, buddy.” God, she was cute on her knees in front of him. Especially while lowering her mouth to his favorite part of his body. She lifted his erection, painfully hard at this point, and circled the head with her tongue. Then she took him into her mouth and he said a quick thank-you that she hadn’t tried to make him wear the mask. Missing out on watching her plush pink lips take him in and slide away would have been a crime.
He swore as he palmed her flaxen head. His fingers stroked and then clutched when she swallowed him down again, leaving nowhere for him to go—not that he wanted to be anywhere else. She let him loose with apop, then sat back on her knees, resting her palms on her thighs. Her large perky breasts beckoned, so he pushed himself up to meet her.
“I wasn’t done yet.”
