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And it feels sogoodthat I can’t be self-conscious.
I moan, rolling my head to the side so I can watch his head between my thighs. So I can memorize exactly what Kyle Spencer going down on me looks like.
“Fuck, Kyle, I’m…”
He tries a new angle with his tongue, and my brain melts into mush. My fingers twist the bedding.
“Fuck.”
Pleasure grows brighter and bigger, and I’m torn between chasing the high and wishing this cusp would last forever.
His hand lands on my thigh, spreading me wider. I writhe against his mouth, and his grip tightens, holding me in place. His tongue delves deeper, and I’m gone. Shot into a stratosphere of pleasure from the perfect pressure, coming harder and longer than I ever have. So relieved to finally shatter and disappointed when the blissful waves begin to wane.
When I come back to reality, Kyle’s hovering over me, wearing a smug expression.
I slide my hands down his stomach, enjoying every ridge of his abs. For a man who’s made a living standing onstage and singing, he’s ridiculously fit. And I’m embarrassingly eager to see more of his body. To tease and to please him. His hands glide over every inch of my skin, like he’s memorizing each dip and curve.
“The things I’ve been dying to do to you, Piper Egan.”
I flush, heat spreading across my skin. “Do them,” I challenge.
His hands slide up until I’m no longer wearing my dress. Spread beneath him, wearing only a black lace bra that’s completely see-through. His warm palms cover my breasts, cupping and squeezing. Then, my bra is gone too.
The air conditioner hums in the corner of the room, the cold air caressing my skin and lifting goose bumps.
He’s looking at me like this matters, and I’m not sure how to process that.
I slide my hands down his chest until I find the waistband of his jeans, tugging at them impatiently. I manage to pull them down a couple of inches before Kyle backs away, standing at the edge of the bed and stepping out of them. His boxer briefs do little to hide the size of his erection, but I’m still shocked—and intimidated—when his cock bobs free.
He’s huge. He’s also so hard that it looks painful.
And there’s a thrill that races downward when I see him that turned on because ofme. Everything clenches as I imagine how it will feel to have that thick, long length inside of me.
I didn’t think Kyle Spencer was my type.
Now, I’m having a hard time picturing anythingbutthis as my fantasy.
There’s a distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then, he’s back over me, hot skin rubbing against mine instead of stiff denim. His knees slide under my thighs, propping me up and spreading me open. And then I feel himthere, the brief brush enough to make me gasp.
“Fuck. This view.”
He can see everything. But I’m too turned on to register any self-consciousness or second-guessing. And there’s no doubt Kyle likes what he sees—the lust is obvious on his face.
He grips his erection and swipes it through the wetness gathered between my thighs, rubbing my clit with the tip and then probing my entrance. He pushes in an inch, then pulls back. Teases me again.
I can’t stop moaning. Or trying to rock my hips. His grip tightens again, forcing me to accept the slow pace.
I’m grateful for it when he actually thrusts. I can feel my body stretching, the slight sting reminding me he’s bigger than any other guy I’ve been with. I’m absolutely not mentioning that to Kyle. His ego is big enough.
The twinge of pain quickly gives way to undiluted pleasure.
He leans down to kiss me, the tangle of our tongues as wet and desperate as the rest of our bodies. My breathing quickens, and so does my heartbeat.
Kyle pulls away, moving my leg and shifting the angle so he slides even deeper. I moan, my hands moving from the sheets to my breasts. Kyle swears—loudly—when he sees me start to play with my nipples. His thrusts quicken into rapid strokes that send me flying over the edge. He fucks me through my orgasm, groaning when he finds his own release.
It feels so good that I can push away all the thoughts about what a big mistake it probably was.
Because if I thought leaving was going to be difficult before, I’m certain it was nothing in comparison to what it will be like now.
