Page 126 of Bad Run

“Yes,” I breathe out as my needy clit pulses in agreement. “So badly.”

A wicked smile filled his face. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”

My hair falls over one shoulder as I do as commanded and lean over the counter. I watch his reflection in the mirror as he pulls my hips backward, forcing my ass up and my back to arch.

Lance’s blue eyes find mine as he wraps his left hand around my throat and tilts my head to the side. He presses hot kisses along my neck and shoulder, making me shudder.

“I’m going to take out your tampon, but first ...”

The sound of my protest dies on my tongue as he seductively sucks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, twirls his tongue around them, and then places them on my clit. His wet digits rub circles over my swollen bud, teasing me.

Pleasure shoots through my veins like electricity, and my eyes close at his illicit touch. I’m putty in his hands.

The bathroom fills with steam, growing thick with moisture and feverish desire. My breath quickens and my pussy contracts under his firm touch as he coaxes my orgasm to the edge.

Just as the beginning pull of my climax appears, his fingers leave my aching clit and the hand on my neck moves to the spot between my shoulders, gently holding me down.

Eyes flying open, I find Lance slipping his hand between my legs and coiling the string of my tampon around his index finger. Carefully, he pulls the cotton free from inside me and drops it in the trash bin.

I’m a puddle. The care he’s putting into making sure I’m okay has got to be the sweetest and hottest thing any man has ever done for me. Tears burn the backs of my eyes and sting my nose.

Lance’s gaze finds mine, and he frowns. He spins me around and cups my face in his hands. “Did I hurt you?”

I kiss his wrist. “Not at all.”

“Good.” He kisses my nose, and I have to fight back those tears again. “Condom?”

“Top drawer.”

Lance fishes out a foil packet from the vanity and hands it to me. “Hold that.”

His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up. On instinct, my arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I don’t know how, but Lance maneuvers us into the shower, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses me.

“Hair wet or dry?” he mumbles between kisses. If I wasn’t already clinging to him like a horny monkey, I’d be all over him after that question.

But right now, I don’t give a crap about my hair.

“Don’t care,” I mumble as he attacks my neck with his lips. “Just want you inside me, now.”

“You’re killing me,” he groans, taking us under the hot spray and placing me on my feet. His blue irises greet me from beneath his heavy eyelids as water droplets drip off the edges of his long lashes. “Spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told and wait, still gripping the condom between my fingers. His mouth finds mine again as his calloused hands scour every inch of my skin. I’m on sensation overload as his fingers once again find my clit.

They dip lower, teasing my entrance. I spread my legs wider in invitation, my pussy begging for his touch. A single finger slides through my wetness and inside me. My hips fly forward, and my muscles clamp down at his delicious intrusion.

“So damn tight. I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock, taking it all,” he croons, adding a second finger, thrusting them deep into my channel, scissoring them and stretching me.

“Yes, so good,” I hiss, throwing my head back and gripping his wrist. I drop the small packet between my fingers to the floor, concentrating on the throbbing need between my legs and Lance’s perfect touch.

“That’s it. Make yourself feel good and come all over my fingers.” Lance increases his tempo, finger-fucking me faster, coaxing my orgasm up the mountain.

My hips roll, meeting his every pump with fervor, grasping at the coiling rubber band inside me. “So close. I need—”

“I know what you need. Just feel and let go.” He places his thumb on my clit, pushes down, forward and backward, and that’s all it takes.

A buzzing sound fills my ears; my body convulses as the rubber band inside me snaps, and I fly over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

“Watching you come just might be my favorite thing to see on the planet,” Lance whispers, sucking on my neck as he works me through my orgasm, until my muscles relax and my knees wobble.