Page 10 of Flirting with Trouble

He continues fucking me with his fingers, flicking my clit with his tongue. When he slows his efforts, drawing long, needy sounds from my lungs, he withdraws his fingers and laps up my come. Watching him takes me right back up to the edge, and then he sends me over it. I spiral into ecstasy, crying out, squeezing his head between my thighs as excruciating pleasure unravels me.

When I finally sink to the mattress, breathless, my body jerking with aftershocks, he licks me again. I inhale sharp breaths with every slick of his tongue. “Too much,” I pant out. “I’m too sensitive.”

He kisses my inner thigh, then crawls up my body, taking me in another toe-curling kiss before gazing down at me and saying, “Too sensitive to fuck, sweet girl?”

The way he says it is cute, not crass, and it makes me smile. “Never.”

With a quick peck, he gets off the bed like a kid anxious to open his birthday present. I lie there trying to recover, watching him strip off his boxer briefs to unveil that promising cock, and a wave of arousal washes over me anew. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and sheathes his length.

As he climbs onto the bed, reaching for me, I go up on my knees, playfully batting his hand away. “You’ve had enough control, boy toy. Lay your handsome ass down, and let me ride that cock.”

Chapter Three

Wells

Jesus Fucking Christ. This incredible woman is going to be the death of me.

I saw the sadness in Victory’s eyes when she talked about her late husband warring with the lust radiating toward me. That twisted me up inside, and I almost backed off, but something about her refused to let me. Now I can only imagine the magnitude of what she’s feeling after all these years, and I want to help her bridge the gap between her past and her future. I want to give her whatever she needs, even if for only one night, to help her feel as confident, desirable, and empowered as she is outside the bedroom.

She plants a hand on her hip, her gorgeous eyes narrowing in warning, that pink butterfly on her wrist teasing me like a secret I want her to unveil. “Don’t even think about telling me no.”

“You’re not going to hear any complaints out of me. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who takes what she wants.” I lower my back to the mattress, happy to let her fuck me to her heart’s content, and reach for her. “Climb on, cowgirl.”

That earns a sexy smile as she straddles me. “Eyes on me, boy toy.”

“I look forward to seeing you take my cock, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you call me boy while we fuck.” I grab the base of my cock, aligning it with her entrance with one hand, and grab her hip with the other.

Her eyes narrow. “Oh, I think you will.” She holds my gaze, hovering over my cock, and palms her breast, fondling it as she slides her other hand between her legs, teasing herself. Her face contorts with pleasure. “Ah. I’m so wet.” She rolls her nipple between her finger and thumb, moaning.

She’s so fucking sexy, my dick jerks, and I grit out a curse.

“What’s it going to be? Boy toy, or should I get dressed and go?”

I realize she’s playing off what I said to her earlier. “You sassy little minx. You can call me your boy toy tonight, but I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, you’ll never make that mistake again.”

“This is a onetime thing, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

I grit my teeth, wondering why that bothers me, but I don’t have time to overthink it as she lowers herself, taking every inch of my cock. She’s so tight, I clench my teeth at the raw pleasure burning through me, and grit out, “Fuck,” as she pants out, “Holy cow.”

“Did you spend the last five years doing Kegels?”

She laughs, and her pussy tightens around me. The pleasure is excruciating. “Jesus, Vic. You’re like a goddamn vise.” That makes her laugh even harder, her inner muscles clamping around me. “You keep laughing, and this’ll be over before we get started.” I grab her hips as more melodic laughter rings out, and her hands land on my chest, her hair curtaining her face. “We’ve got to move, sweet thing.” I thrust up, and she gasps. Fuck. I freeze. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, her hair trailing over my chest, her smile lighting me up inside. “I’m just not used to having half a baseball bat inside me.”

“Get over here.” I pull her mouth to mine, and we kiss through our laughter. I move slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She feels so fucking good, but this isn’t about me. “Feel good, baby?”

“Mm-hm. So good.” She sits up, grinding against me.

I let her set the pace, and what a stunning sight she is as she gathers speed, riding me faster, grinding harder, her gorgeous tits and hair bouncing in the best fucking show on earth. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock like you own it.” Those are not words I’ve ever uttered before, but hell if they don’t feel right. I tease her clit with one hand, grabbing her hip with the other, helping her move faster, trying to outrun that feeling.

“Ohgod,” she pants out, arching against my hand. “Feels so good.”

“I need those tits.”

“Yes—”

I sit up, sweeping an arm around her, and take her nipple into my mouth. My teeth graze over it, and she cries out. Those fucking sounds are killing me. I do it again to earn another, and she doesn’t disappoint. I can’t get enough of her—her body, her humor, this whole damn night—and one word plays in my mind like a mantra. More. More. More.