Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [82]
Arik’s eyes smoldered behind heavy lids. He lay back on the towel, propping one arm behind his head while his other hand palmed his cock. As she removed the top, his hand began to pump long, slow strokes along the length of the dusky brown shaft. She’d never thought that a man touching himself could be so sexy, but she could watch this all day.
His body, magnificent to begin with, hardened, all the muscles bunching, the tendons in his neck standing out starkly as he threw back his head, eyes slitted and focused on her. Pleasure was etched on his face, his mouth open slightly, and lower, his fist pumped faster.
Heat built in Limos’s veins, and wetness bloomed between her thighs. She licked her lips, found herself drifting closer. She could replace his hand with hers. Then kiss her way down his chest, his stomach… oh, damn, was she actually thinking she’d like to put her mouth… there?
Yes, yes she was.
The plum-colored head glistened, its color deepening, and the desire to run her tongue over the tip intensified. As if he heard that thought, his entire body undulated, his hips surging, bringing to mind how the motion had been similar when he’d been on top of her, rocking, riding her hard.
“The bottoms,” he said roughly. She’d hesitated, her fingers on the waistband. “Now.”
She hooked her thumbs inside the fabric and pushed down, noting the way his strokes increased in speed. Again, she paused, just before the fabric cleared her center. “I wish you could do this.”
His gaze, which had been locked on the bikini, flipped up to hers. “I do too. I want to touch you, taste you, so bad.”
Oh, she wanted that too, and she felt herself go utterly wet at the very idea of him doing those things. Quickly, because it was a waste of time to fantasize, she shoved the bikini bottoms down and crawled toward Arik, intent upon putting her mouth on him. But even as she brushed her lips across the swollen cap, he hooked her thigh with his arm and dragged her toward him.
“What are you doing?”
He waggled his brows. “Sixty-nine.”
“Wait, what?” She dug her knees into the sand, refusing to budge. “You can’t.”
His grin was wicked. “No, but you can touch yourself, and I can watch.”
He tugged hard, and in a heartbeat, she was kneeling over him, straddling his head.
“Fuuuck,” he breathed. His voice was husky, slightly strangled. The power she had over him was remarkable and entirely unexpected. “You’re so beautiful.” She might have melted right there, if he hadn’t taken one of her hands and brought it up between her legs so her fingers were at her core. “Make yourself come.”
She was pretty sure her face was the color of a ripe apple, but she did what he asked, slipped her fingers between her folds and stroked. The smooth pearls rubbed alongside her hand, and if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was Arik touching her. Licking her. And when he blew a hot breath over her, she felt the first stirrings of a climax.
Flooded with desperate need, she lowered herself on one elbow and took his shaft into her mouth. His body arched beneath her, and a desperate, low groan rumbled his chest. “I’m not… not going to… last.”
She dipped one finger inside her and dragged it up to the little knot of nerves that was screaming for release. “Me either.”
Sucking him deep, she swirled her tongue around the top of his cock while she swirled her finger over her clit in the same rhythm, and in no more than a dozen heartbeats, she was on the edge, her hips pumping, her breath coming in furious gasps around his shaft.
“Now,” he moaned. “Now.”
Yes, now. The orgasm exploded through her, a scalding, white-hot strike of lightning that intensified at the feel of his breath on her core. In her mouth, his shaft swelled, and warm fluid spurted onto her tongue and down her throat. He tasted salty and tangy, and suddenly, the act that had grossed her