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His mouth landed on my neck, sucking his way up toward my ear, and I surrendered to it, not caring if he was leaving hickeys in his wake, because the sensation had me so wet I could barely stand it.
“Sit.” I pushed him toward the couch, taking back ownership of the show.
He sank down onto the couch, his impressive erection jutting out from between his hips. I plucked the condom from his fingertips, ripped it open, and tossed the package on the floor.
I was no stranger to condoms by this point in my thirties, and always careful, so I rolled it down his length with one hand while I closed my eyes and touched my lips to his once more.
Our tongues met, hot and insistent, while I gripped the base of his shaft and straddled him, lining him up with my entrance.
His palm flattened on my chest, then dragged upward, until he had one hand around my throat, his thumb and forefinger locked around my jaw. He tilted my face to one side so he could growl in my ear. “Ride me.”
His other hand squeezed my ass, and fuck if that wasn’t all the encouragement I needed to sink straight down on his cock.
There was no controlling the shout of ecstasy and relief that shattered from somewhere deep inside me. It drowned out the soft music floating around us. Hell, my moan was so loud I was sure they’d heard it out in the main room, even above Lucinda’s beats.
Boston’s cock stretched me wide, but in the most delicious way, my body more than ready and willing to take him in one hard, fast thrust. I threw my head back, lifting my hips, while his surged up to meet them again, and again.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his lips seeking mine, his tongue plundering my mouth.
I believed him. His gaze worshipped my body, in the same way his dick, and his fingers, and his tongue did. All of it working together until I was on the verge of orgasm and desperate for it. I rocked my hips over his, feeling every inch the goddess he told me I was. I’d never needed a man for confidence, I owned that myself. But Boston’s groan of arousal and words of lust drove me on, getting me to the edge fast and hard and dirty.
I didn’t need to tell him what to do. He gripped my hip with one hand, helping to guide my rise and fall, the other finding my clit. We kissed until my moans became jagged pants of need and my movements over his cock turned erratic.
His groans from beneath told me he was close, too.
I rode him harder and faster until I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. The first wave of my orgasm swelled and burst against the banks. “Oh God, Boston!” I screamed, ripping away from his mouth and throwing my head back.
His mouth landed on my nipple, and I screamed out in ecstasy again as he sucked me hard, nothing gentle in the way we fucked. We were all tight clutches, nails pressing in, grabbing each other like we couldn’t get enough. I lost myself, forgetting the rhythm we’d built amongst the pleasure rocketing through me.
And yet, Boston didn’t let up. He took the control, slamming his hips upward to meet mine, while I pulsed and came hard around his dick.
“Fuck!” he yelled with one last thrust. He pressed his face into my chest while he came, his shouts of pleasure muffled by my skin now dampened with a fine coat of sweat.
I held him tight, riding him out, until he was begging for mercy. I gave one last slide and grind on top of him, just to torture him.
He smiled up at me, completely blissed out.
A warm feeling lit up around my heart. Shit. Fawn and Augie were right. I really did like the guy.
With a laugh, he reversed our positions, pushing me back against the plush couch. “Stay there. Do not get dressed.”
I raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his dick while he pulled off the condom, tying a knot around one end. “While I admit your cock is very impressive, I don’t think even you can get hard again right now.”
He tossed the condom in a trash can near the small bar in the corner of the room, then strutted back to me, gloriously naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was like his body had been made for mine. Every inch of him deliciously appealing. My pussy gave a slight throb, pleased with the mind-blowing orgasm but already eager for as much of Boston as she could get.
He kissed me softly. “I’m not even close to done with you, Eve. My dick will catch up. But until then, my tongue wants in on the game. Lie back and open your legs.”
With Boston’s face between my thighs, I lay back and let him rock my world, over and over again, neither of us coming up for air until well after the club had closed.
22
EVE
The ringing of a phone broke through the darkness. I woke slowly, disoriented for a moment. There was no light peeping in the corners of my blinds, no cat demanding food. There was, however, a heavy arm that tightened beneath my naked breasts when I tried to move. And the most pleasant tingling between my legs that reminded me I’d spent the entire night at the club, having multiple orgasms at the hands of a man who knew how to play my body like a freaking fiddle by the end of it.
I shifted, feeling the delicious ache in every inch of my body, and the leftover arousal still slick at my core. There was no shower in this room, but neither of us had wanted to leave. Somewhere between the second and seventh orgasm, this room had become our own private love nest. I hadn’t meant to spend the night here, but obviously we’d passed out at some point, probably from lack of blood to the brain. It had all well and truly congregated in pleasure zones.
“Where you going?” Boston mumbled from behind me, voice still thick with sleep. His bigger body fit perfectly around me on the couch that was too small for us. Yet I’d somehow slept more soundly than I had in years. Maybe it was pure exhaustion after coming so hard.
