Page 17 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“Feels so good.” Her voice is husky and raw.

I use both hands, rolling one nipple between my finger and thumb as I tease and taunt the other until she’s writhing and begging for more. Only then do I trail kisses down her stomach and use my teeth to open her jeans. She giggles, and man, I love that sound. I kiss the silky skin I revealed, rubbing her through her jeans, and she inhales a ragged breath. Sinking down to one knee, I press a kiss between her legs through the denim and grit out, “I cannot wait to taste you.”

Her cheeks flame, but she watches me take off her boots and socks. “I like your beautiful eyes on me.”

“I like your everything on me.”

I strip off her jeans. “Silk panties,” I say as I tease her through them, then take them off. “You secret little sex kitten.”

“My guilty pleasure,” she pants out.

“No guilt allowed.” I rain kisses over her thighs and kiss the bare flesh just above her glistening pussy as I slide my fingers through her wetness, earning another hungry moan. “Do you know how many nights I have fantasized about burying my mouth between your legs?” Her pussy clenches, and she bites her lower lip. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” She does. “Now watch me pleasure you.”

Her eyes brim with desire as I circle her clit with my tongue and move lower, taking my first taste of her. “So damn sweet.” I do it again, and again, circling her clit and licking her sweet, hot pussy.

“Ah….so good…Clay…” Her voice is drenched in desire, and my cock throbs for her, but I’ve waited too long to rush. I continue licking and teasing, building in intensity and speed with every slick of my tongue, until she’s writhing against the wall, her arousal coating my mouth. “Please. I can’t take it.”

I push two fingers into her slick heat and drag my tongue over her swollen clit, earning a long, sensual sound that rockets through me. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear how much you want me.” I tease and lick and flick that sensitive bundle of nerves as I find the magical spot inside her that makes her pussy clench and her legs tremble. I suck her clit between my teeth, and she gasps, riding my fingers. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Clay,” she pants, her entire body shaking. “I’m going to—” She cries out, clawing at my shoulders, her pussy clenching tight and hot around my fingers, her hips bucking. I stay with her, eating the best meal of my life, as she rides out her pleasure to the very end, and then I send her careening again. My name flies from her lips like a fucking prayer, and I know I’ll hear it long after we’re apart.

She goes limp above me, her hands on my shoulders, panting out, “Wow, you’re good at that.”

I laugh and lift her into my arms. She gasps in surprise.

“I have legs, you know,” she says as I carry her into the bedroom.

“I’m well aware of those sexy legs and look forward to having them wrapped around my neck and wrapped around my waist while I’m buried nine inches deep.”

I strip down the blanket and lay her on the sheet. Moonlight spills in through the windows, giving her an ethereal glow. She looks so sweet and sated, I have the urge to climb into bed and hold her. That’s about as foreign, and as startling, as the fact that I haven’t thought about the playoff loss since I first set eyes on her tonight.

She goes up on one elbow, watching me toe off my shoes and strip off my remaining clothes. As I step out of my boxer briefs, her eyes lock on my cock, shimmering with appreciation. She sits up. “You weren’t lying about that.”

“Yeah, I’m not big on lying.” I wrap my hand around my erection, giving it a stroke. “Guess Morgyn didn’t tell you about the Braden curse.”

“Thankfully no. She doesn’t talk to me about her husband’s junk. Were you honest about never having an STD?”

“Like I said, I’m not big on lying.”

“In that case.” She moves to sit on the side of the bed and crooks her finger, beckoning me.

I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any hotter, but a lady in the streets and a vixen in the sheets? Fuck yeah. She is scorching. “Does my sexy scientist want to do a little hands-on research?”

“Hands. Mouth.” She says mouth just above a whisper, and it sounds so fucking sexy, my cock jerks. “You’re not the only one who fantasized about this.” She licks her sultry lips as she wraps her delicate fingers around my cock. Her gaze flicks to mine, and her eyes narrow. “If I’m giving myself one night with you, I’m going to enjoy it, so please don’t thrust so hard you choke me.”

I don’t think a woman has ever told me what to do in the bedroom. They’re usually just happy to be there. I fucking love that she’s not willing to be used for only my pleasure. “Baby, I want to do a lot of things to you, but turning you off to sucking my cock is not one of them.”

“Good.” She begins licking me from base to tip, getting me nice and wet, and swirls her tongue around the broad head.

“That’s it. Feels good.” I thread my fingers into her hair. “Look at me.” Her hungry hazel eyes flick to mine, and she lowers her mouth over my cock, stroking as she sucks me off. “Ah, yeah. Tighter.” She tightens her grip, chasing her mouth with her hand, working me into a heart-pounding fervor. She quickens her efforts, and I grit my teeth against the pleasure coursing through me. I focus all of my willpower to keep from taking control and driving my cock down her throat. “Feels so fucking good. Can you take me deeper, baby?”

She grabs my hip with one hand, pulling me closer and taking me to the back of her throat. Then she takes me deeper. Pleasure rockets through me. “Fuuck.” She strokes me faster, tighter, taking me just as deep, over and over. Lust pounds beneath my skin, mounting like a volcano readying to blow. “Feels too good,” I hiss. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

Her eyes turn feral, and she works me faster, taking me so fucking deep, I see stars, and grit out, “Fuuck,” as I come down her throat. She swallows everything I have to give. When the last shudder rumbles through me, I utter, “Christ, Pepper,” and rub her jaw as I pull out of her mouth. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shakes her head, eyes at half-mast. I tighten my grip on her hair, lifting her to her feet with a gentle tug. “I knew your mouth would wreck me.”

The smile that earns twists me up inside. I take her in a kiss so fierce and possessive, I know I should break the connection, run from those feelings. But I don’t. I intensify my efforts, chasing them, wanting to consume them. When I finally tear my mouth away, she’s beautifully breathless, and I’m hard again. “I’m not done with that stunning mouth of yours, but climb up on the bed, sexy girl. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave.”