Bet on Me (18 page)
“Nothing. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Tatiana had a fairly good opinion of her looks, but that kind of heartfelt compliment was always appreciated. Relaxing, she ran her fingers over her stomach, a subtle taunt. “Thank you.”
“I thought about buying you some jewelry, you know. But that seemed silly, when you can make anything you like.” He stroked her collarbone. “But I can give you a pearl necklace.”
Cheesy as his words were, she smiled. “I do love pearls.”
“Me too. Especially these.” He straddled her, his cock dragging over her stomach. Reaching above her, he grabbed the arm of the couch, inching up until the tip of his cock nestled between her breasts.
His cock was still damp from her mouth and his precome, and her breasts were wet with his tongue, but she knew that wouldn’t be enough. “We need lube.”
He rubbed his cock over her nipples. They both gasped. “Where? Bathroom? Bedroom?” The tightness in his voice reflected what he thought about that. Small though her apartment might be, that was too damn far.
“Drawer on the side table.”
He got up and headed for the table she gestured to, back in a flash with a still-sealed bottle in his hand.
“You keep edible lube in your living room?”
She shook her head, expecting the question, though maybe not the moody possessiveness underlying it. “I’m acquainted with both of our libidos. Figured we wouldn’t make it more than an hour before we were ripping clothes.”
He gave a harsh bark of laughter, straddled her again, and opened the bottle. He squirted a generous amount on her breasts and his cock. Unable to resist that shiny, taut flesh, she grasped his penis in both hands and spread the lube up and down while he did the same to her breasts, making the simple act into a sexy massage. When they were both gleaming, he adjusted his position. “Push those pretty tits together and let me fuck them.”
She obeyed, breathless, creating a warm, wet valley for him to fuck.
His face looked pained, and he closed his eyes and breathed hard as his cock slid between her breasts. He let go of the armrest to tweak her nipples, and she cried out, the sharp pleasure making the wetness between her legs unbearable.
“This feels so good.” He compressed her nipple harder. “You don’t even know.”
She knew. She knew exactly what it felt like, to have your brain short-circuiting, your body primed for release. One touch against her clit and she’d be done. She raised her head to look down her body. His penis popped her breasts up with every thrust, her nipples bright red and aching for his touch.
“Jesus. Yes. Tighter. I’m going to come.”
Unable to string words together in any intelligible fashion, she let her actions speak for her. She craned up further, opening her mouth to lick and suck the head of his cock as it emerged from between her breasts. He froze for a second and thrust again, hard enough to shove her up the couch. Her neck bent against the armrest at an awkward angle, but she didn’t care. Her entire focus was on his cock and the pleasure on his face, pleasure that looped around to tie into hers.
He groaned, thrust into her mouth a final time, and came. He pulled out, leaving a trail of semen on her tongue and chest and neck.
Wyatt dragged his hands through his hair. “God. I needed that.” He took a few deep breaths, his face carved in lines of strain, before he straightened and surveyed her, satisfaction obvious. “Perfect.”
She clenched her thighs, both amused and annoyed. He’d gotten his, after all, while she most assuredly had not. It would be so easy, too; she was that turned on. “What about me?”
“Poor thing,” he crooned. He moved back to sit between her legs, his slick cock still semierect. “Let me take care of you.”
“Or I could take care of myself.”
His teeth flashed white. “When I’m near you, I take care of your orgasms. Not you.” He flattened his palms against her thighs and spread her legs wider until one foot was touching the floor, the other pressed tight against the back of the sofa. He dipped his head down to her pussy and inhaled. “God you smell good.”
At the first touch of his tongue, she shouted, her body arching up to welcome him. He licked all around her pussy lips and then finally flattened his tongue, sliding in and stroking out. Again and again and again, holding her open with his fingers.
“My clit,” she gasped.
He used his nose to nudge the hard bud while he ate her out. When she clenched on his tongue and grabbed handfuls of his hair, he drew her clit into his mouth while shoving two fingers into her pussy. It wasn’t his cock, but it filled her up enough to trigger her orgasm.
He pulled away, his face shiny with her juices. Appropriate, since his semen marked her neck and chest. They were all over each other, which was how it should be.
She stretched languidly. “That was pleasant.”
“I could make it more pleasant.” He sat back on his heels and fisted his cock.
“I bet you could.” She smirked. “In two more dates.”
“You know what’s strange, in light of this rule of yours? That unopened box of condoms I spied in that side table. Don’t trust yourself?” He made the pulls on his cock more explicit.
Oh, she trusted herself. No one had ever called her a pushover. Even if he did have the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen. “I was trying to be forward-thinking. Figured we’d use them in a few weeks.” She said the words carelessly, but those excited nerves did a little tap-dance in her stomach.
They were too combustible to call it quits any time soon, even if they did live in different cities, right? After all, fate had thrown them together again. It seemed a shame to let a short plane ride stand in their way. By default, things might proceed slowly, but that was probably good. Cautious didn’t normally describe Tatiana, but the pain of their last failed attempt at a relationship had made an impression on her.
A smile lit his face, calming her. “Damn right we’ll use them.” He got up off the couch and bent down, picking her up easily. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see what you’ve painted the bathroom. Fuchsia? Teal?”
“Yellow.” She kissed his cheek.
He grinned. “Of course. Why don’t we go have some not-sex in the shower? Clean ourselves off before we grab some food.”
She linked her arms around his neck. His skin was hot, his muscles hard and strong. Would it be possible to spend the whole weekend rubbing herself all over him? Something told her he wouldn’t object. “Sounds perfect.”
Other Books By Alisha Rai
Veiled Series
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