Page 43 of Another Man’s Treasure

I flash my eyes toward his chest. “Here? With my mouth?”

Silence stretches taut and long before he dips his head in approval.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his tight nipple, relishing how much warmer his skin is than mine. He sucks in a breath, bringing his left hand to the back of my head. I circle his nipple with my tongue before pulling it between my lips. He grunts, followed by a pleased-sounding sigh. Gods, I can’t wait to tease every inch, to see every inch of him.

“I bet you’re huge.”

I don’t realize I said that aloud until he laughs softly, gripping the base of my right horn and using the leverage to tilt my face up.

“I am, baby. Reach down and feel me.”

Mouth dry, I slide my left hand down to the front of his jeans. A rock-hard erection is pressed tightly to the fabric, tenting it. A large wet spot near the tip tells me just how much he’s enjoying this so far.

“Did you come?” I waggle my brows at him. “Couldn’t get enough of me?”

“Not yet. Soon, though. I wanted to see you come first.”

Now that I’m touching him, I don’t want to stop, I want to push until he tells me I can’t anymore. Drifting back down, I drag my nose along his pec muscles to the juncture where his arm meets his chest. Breathing in deeply, I scent his warmth and that same bright smell that seems to emanate from him like sunlight.

Looking back up, I offer a hopeful smile. “Will you allow me to do what you did?”

He quirks a brow. “Suck me off? Finger my ass? Be specific, sweetheart.”

“All of it. Any of it.” I stand tall, staring at that sexy mouth. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Not tonight, Oz. Another time, perhaps.”

A whine slips from me, but he just shoves my chest hard. I hit the bed, and it creaks and groans beneath my weight. It dips more when he climbs on top of me, pushing my arms above my head.

“You’re still fully clothed,” I whine, but he dismisses me with a smile.

“Need your pleasure again. That was so fucking beautiful.”

“Noooooo, I’m begging.” I wriggle beneath him. “I don’t think I can come that hard again. For real. I don’t come more than once in a row.”

He rocks onto his heels. “Can’t? Or haven’t?”

“Ummm.” I shake my head. “Both, I guess.”

It’s definitely haven’t. Nobody’s ever tried.

He shakes his head. “I guarantee I can make it happen. Lie back and enjoy, Oz.”

Rolling, I rush to get away. I want to explore him, to experience him. I want to focus on him.

He grabs the back of my neck and hauls me upright until I hit his big body. Bringing his mouth to my ear, he purrs, a low, rumbly sound that vibrates his chest.

“Fucking stay,” he commands in that insane baritone.

I’m helpless to deny him, not when he uses that tone on me.

He reaches down between us and shoves his jeans open. When he pushes them down, his hot, sticky cock presses into my back. Warm fingers probe between my ass cheeks, pushing against my hole. Gods, I want him there so badly, I’ll do almost anything to get it.

“Please, Wild,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”

He’s silent at my back until I hear the sound of the lube bottle being uncapped. He drips the sticky solution onto me then coats his cock. Thank gods I’m finally getting a taste. He never lets go of his hold on my throat as he nudges his cock to press against my hole. At the first light thrust, the tip fills me so full I gasp.

He’s enormous, like sitting on a log of firewood. Closing my eyes, I relax against him as I focus on releasing the tension.