Laid Bare - Lauren Dane [6]
Her ass swayed as she held on to the root of his cock with one hand and lightly scored his thigh and balls with the blunt, neat nails of her other hand.
Orgasm rushed from the tips of his toes and his scalp, barreling toward his cock at hyper-speed, until he clenched his jaw to hold back the roar as he shot down her throat just like he’d wanted to. Like he rarely ever did with a woman.
Pulse after pulse, he continued to come. She never stopped her rhythm on him until he softened and let go of her hair.
He stumbled back against the CD rack and panted to catch his breath. He kept his eyes closed to try and gather himself, to rein in his rioting emotions. It was powerful to have let go that much, to have given in to what he wanted. Getting it was even more so, and the floodgates opened a crack. He could see himself shoving her to her knees when she walked in his front door every night. Ordering her to suck his cock to start the evening off but not make him climax. Still wet from her mouth, he’d fuck her right then and there in his hallway. Pump his cock into her cunt over and over while she was on her hands and knees. Erin. Just for him.
Fine tremors worked through him for long moments. He’d never allowed himself to be so specific with fantasies. Stayed away from the BDSM porn. He didn’t want to hurt a woman, and for him, fear that he’d cross the line and become a deviant kept him far away.
When he opened his eyes after a deep breath, she still knelt on his couch, drinking her beer, watching him with that smile of hers.
He’d wondered briefly, as he’d begun to come, if she’d run out the door afterward. After hearing his coarse words. But hers were just as coarse, and fuck, it wasn’t like he was some fragile dude. He wore a gun to work!
“You”—she tipped her chin toward him—“have some pussy to eat.”
He didn’t stop the smile this time. “You’re a very dirty girl.” And it worked. It worked for her and it really worked for him.
“I am. Please feel free to tell me more.”
He jerked his chin toward his bedroom. He wanted to spread her out as he ate her.
Erin let him lead the way down the short hall to his bedroom. His place was smaller than hers and Adrian’s. No second floor, which was too bad because she’d love to be bent over and fucked from behind on the stairs.
She’d actually planned to drink a beer and slowly seduce the man, but he’d eroded her control. As he stood there with his cock in her face, she’d had to taste him. And she really liked the way his breath caught when she told him what she wanted. There was a thin veneer of control over his emotions. He didn’t want to be turned on, but he was. Part of her thrilled at being the one to flip that switch, but the other part went wet and gooey at the idea of him dominating her.
His bedroom was cool and dark until he flipped on the light next to the bed, casting a yellow glow around the space.
He stood there in his doorway, staring at her. She watched the war on his face. She’d seen the women he dated. Unless they were all the kind to be very prim and sweet on the outside and hoochies in the bedroom, he probably either scared them off when he laid the dirty talk on them or he held back.
“Tell me,” she whispered. I won’t judge you. Just be yourself.
“Strip. I want to see you naked.”
“That was easy.” She smirked as she drew her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.
Gasping, he took a step forward and then another until he stood within touching distance. His eyes locked on the twin rings in her nipples.
“Touch me, Todd.” Oh, how she needed him to put his hands on her!
With an impatient growl, he brought his hands to cup her breasts as he bent to look at the rings. Carefully, he traced her nipples with a fingertip and she arched into him.
“You won’t break me. Harder. I like it hard, Todd.”
It was like she’d thrown a switch as his teeth caught the ring and tugged. Shards of