Beckett Ipull away from Arianne. “No, Beckett, please.” “It would be a waste of a good load—and fairly embarrassing—if I came in my pants.” I drop her legs and let her slide down my body. “Oh my God, I do that to you?” “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re fucking hot?” Her eyelashes flutter like crazy. “I... I thought...” She shakes her head. “This is too much.” “You want me to stop?” “My brain can’t quite catch up.” “But your body surely can.” We grin at each other. Call me a greedy bastard, but I want both—the girl and the bike. Rhys made sure to text me the terms of our agreement every single day since he got on that jet. I have them memorized. Since kissing is an anomaly in my world, he left it off the list. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman’s mouth, I was worried I’d forgotten how. I couldn’t get enough of Arianne’s soft lips. And the way she responds to me... damn. If you had told me I could get off by ravishing a woman’s mouth and dry humping, I would’ve said you’re fucking crazy. But here I am, a few breaths away from spilling my load. As for Rhys’s other cock-blocking rules... as much as I’d like nothing more than to drag Arianne to the floor and fuck her sweet pussy into submission, pounding an orgasm—or four—out of her, I can’t. That would be cheating. I always win fair and square. But there’s no way I’m leaving Arianne’s place without tasting her. “We’re about to blur the lines,” I say. “I thought we were well past that.” I weigh my next words. “You’re okay if we make it a little d epraved?” “I’ve never done d epraved.” “Do you want me to take you there?” She ponders my question. “I’d love to know what it’s like,” she says in a soft voice. Game on. I drop her to her feet. “Come on, we’re going to your bathroom.” I grab her hand. “There’s a bedroom and a couch.” Poor little lamb, she’s used to predictable. I’m anything but. “I’m glad to hear it, but we’re going to the bathroom.” She frowns. “D epraved, remember?” “Right.” She worries her lower lip. Given I haven’t seen a woman’s naked body in thirteen days, she should be worried. As expected, the bathroom is small, but it’ll do. “Strip.” “Ah, a shower before sex. Of course,” she says. What? “That’s not what I had in mind.” “Oh, I thought...” She shakes her head. “Never mind.” “Finish that thought.” She averts her gaze. “Arianne,” I say. She lets out a shaky breath. “My ex is an engineering scientist and a bit of a germaphobe. Well, that’s what he proclaimed at the time we were dating. He believed—” She pauses. “This is so embarrassing.” “You can tell me. I’m not going to judge.” “He believed a woman’s vulva—because pussy is vulgar and vagina is anatomically inaccurate—contains more bacteria than a toilet in a hightraffic airport that hasn’t been cleaned in twenty-four hours.” I’m so dumbfounded, I don’t know how to respond. “So, a shower before and after sex was the norm,” she says. “Same with washing sheets and towels afterwards. Oral sex was inconceivable. I
was always responsible for my... you know... orgasms.” My jaw drops. “What about fingers?” “And spread bacteria-filled bodily fluids all over the place? Never.” “Blowjobs?” “Well...” I motion a hand, coaxing her to continue. “Ejaculating in a woman’s mouth is r epulsive. All those germs. Sucking him off for a few strokes was okay, as long as I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash before we continued because kissing me after his cock was in my mouth was a big no-no.” No fucking way. I’m stunned into silence. I want to ask her why the hell she dated someone in capable of bringing her pleasure, but I refrain. “He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.” She answers my unspoken question. “Once he hooked up with his current girlfriend-slash-fiancée, all of a sudden, receiving head and eating pussy became his favorite things. Said girlfriend-slash-fiancée made sure to let me know by sharing explicit photos and videos of them in action.” She lets out a suffering sigh. “Maybe it was me.” No, sweetheart, it was your loser ex. “Maybe my vulva wasn’t to his liking.” I’m willing to bet your pussy is perfect. “For the past two years...” she lets her words trail. “You haven’t been with anyone?” She shakes her head. “You’re free to bail out now. I wouldn’t be offended.” I hook a hand behind the nape of her neck and pull her close to me. “Not a chance.” She places a hand against my chest before dropping her forehead. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, Beckett.” “Look at me.” She does. “You’re a dichotomy, Arianne. A sexy dichotomy. I saw the way you danced. Fuck”—I shake my head, flashing back to those hips rolling —“you’re incredibly sensual. It isn’t forced. You’re not trying to wrestle a reaction out of me. What makes it so disarming is how much you’re oblivious to your sensuality. There’s a force hiding inside you. You haven’t found the right guy to coax it out of you—” “Which is why you should run while you still can—” “I want to be that guy.” She looks up at me like I have two heads. “Really?” “Tell me you don’t want that, and I’ll go—” “I want that.” I brush my lips over hers. “Good answer.” She grins, threading her fingers through my hair. “I’m not used to being your friend yet and you’ve already elevated me to baby status? It’s a bit much for a girl to handle.” “The next level for you is hot little lover.” Her eyes grow as wide as saucers. “No pressure,” she says. “I believe in you.” She sucks in a breath. “Strip for me. Ke ep the shoes and the underwear.” She reaches between us and pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor. I take a st ep back to allow more maneuvering room. When her skirt pools at her feet, she kicks it to the side. “Turn around.” I come to stand behind her. My half-lidded eyes meet hers in the mirror before traveling down her delectable body. Her smooth creamy skin is a d eparture from the tanned—and over tanned—women I tend to fuck. “I like this a lot.” I take in her black sheer lace combo with red flower appliqué. It’s sexy, in a good girl kind of way. “Who did you wear this for?”
She averts her gaze. I tilt my hips forward. She gasps. Let’s try that again. “Who did you wear this for?” “If I answer, I might come across as presumptuous.” “So, you were hoping for more tonight?” “Nerdy girls like me never end up with bad boys like you, Beckett—” “‘Nerdy girl’ sounds like a putdown when you say it.” I cock an eyebrow. “You can be both—highly intelligent and incredibly beautiful. It will be my pleasure to remind you that you’re a fucking gorgeous woman over, and over, and over again until you believe it.” She responds with a shy nod. “About the lingerie...” she says, “in a moment of sheer delusion, I listened to my best friend’s advice, believing her when she said this night should be more than dinner and bar hopping.” “I like Phoebe. A lot.” She laughs. “I’m glad I listened to her. I suspect white cotton granny panties and matching bra wouldn’t have the same effect.” My eyes glaze over her as they land on her taut stomach before bouncing back to hers. “Something tells me you could make it work.” Her cheeks flush. “You have a way with words.” “I tell it like I see it, Arianne. Your scientist-engineer-douchebag-ex didn’t know what to do with you. I do.” I reach for her bra, releasing the clasp and freeing her tits. “Damn, those are beautiful,” I say. Her tits are a perfect size—without being too big—with small pink nipples. Unable to resist, I cup them in my hands, palming them before circling her perky nipples with my thumbs. She relaxes into me, eyes closing. I take my time until the pressure of her ass against my cock is excruciating and sinful at the same time. I give those rock-hard nipples a little tug and her moan reverberates to my balls. I’m skirting the rules by exploiting the loopholes. Rhys never anticipated my undeniable obsession with Arianne or my newfound selfless mission to bring her pleasure and make up for her ex’s shortcomings. She meets my gaze in the mirror. “When do I get to see you naked?” “You feel like you’re missing out?” “Definitely.” “Fair enough.” It pains me to let go of her tits, but there’s so much I want to do to her. Her eyes are on me in the mirror as I unbutton my shirt, remove it and throw it on the floor. I undo my belt buckle, unzip my fly and push my pants down. I st ep out of them and kick them out of the way. In a dramatic swe ep, I push my boxer briefs down my legs before removing them. I stand behind her wearing nothing other than a cocky grin. My erection is pointing straight up at my stomach, a little past my bellybutton, ready to play. A gasp slips from Arianne’s luscious lips. She turns to face me. “Oh...” A glimpse of what I’m packing makes her shiver with lust. She blinks, her gaze bouncing from my cock to my eyes. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were huge.” “No, I wasn’t.” “The massive size is intimidating.” “Remember, I believe in you.” “I’m going to need more than your faith in me. I’m going to need an act from God.”
She reaches out for my cock. I swat her hand away. “Did I say you could touch?” Confused eyes search mine. “Until I give you permission, hands-off.” I can tell she doesn’t know what to do with that order. It takes a beat, but she nods like a good girl. If she were to touch me, I’d come in her hand with only a few strokes. Since a hand job is on Rhys’s no-no list, it’s best not to go there. “You can look, but you can’t touch.” I give myself a couple of vigorous tugs, swelling even larger in my hand. “The way you do that... it’s so manly.” She swallows hard. “You’ve never seen a guy jerk off before?” “Only online.” My eyebrows hit my forehead. “Porn?” Her cheeks flush. “Phoebe’s fault,” she says in a whisper. I laugh. I stroke harder, stifling a groan. “Soon, your lips will be wrapped around my huge cock, my generous girth stretching your limits.” Her eyes never leave my cock as I pump my fist up and down. My cock strains under her inspection, veins bulging thick. “You like what you see?” She nods. My length is slick. My fist works up and down, sliding from base to tip. I squeeze out a pearl of pre-cum, scoop it up with a fingertip and reach my hand out to her. “Wanna taste me?” She nods. “I want to hear it.” “Yes, I want to taste you.” Such beautiful words. “Open wide for me,” I say. So willing. So, fucking eager. “Lick.” Her tongue slips out, and she cleans my finger with a few sensual licks. Fuck. I take a mental snapshot and store it in my spank bank for later use. “Nice.” I nod my approval. I return to fisting my cock, stroking it back and forth. “This feels so fucking good. Join me.” “I thought you said I couldn’t touch you.” “I did. I want you to touch your pussy for me.” Her eyes widen in shock. “You did tell me you were responsible for your orgasms—” “Yes, but never in front of my ex.” “You want a r epeat of what you had with him, or do you want something mind-blowing?” “You’re right,” she says. “I’m due for more.” “You mean, you deserve more.” She beams. “When you play with your pussy, do you use toys or your fingers?” “My fingers.” “Show me how you do it,” I say. With a wicked grin, Arianne slips a hand down her stomach and under her panties. I let out a groan, crazy with lust, as her fingers wiggle underneath the sheer fabric of her underwear. I pump my cock faster in a torturous rhythm that threatens to drive me out of my goddamn mind. The hedonistic sound of her slickness gliding around her pussy makes me jealous. I want those fingers to be mine. If I touch her, I doubt I could walk out of here without fucking her. “Oh God,” she says. “See. There are so many mutual benefits to being friends.” Her wicked grin is epic. She ke eps working her pussy, moans of pleasure es caping her lips. When she closes her eyes, I don’t protest. Goddammit she’s beautiful. “I’m so wet,” she says in a pleading voice. “Let me taste you.” It’s been a while since I’ve wanted my mouth on a woman’s pussy. This isn’t quite it, but it’s close enough.
She pulls her hand out, fingers wet with her juices and brings them up to my mouth like a gift. Without slowing my hand stroking my cock in a slippery grip, I stick out my tongue and lap at her fingers. She lets out a whimper. “Your vulva tastes as good as I knew it would.” She explodes in laughter. “Maybe I shared too much,” she says when she regains her composure. “Not at all. I’m dead set on giving you what he never could.” I can’t understand my determination, but I don’t attempt to make sense of it. Not when a gorgeous, half naked woman is willing to play my dirty games. “Feed me more.” She scoops up more of her juices and allows me to clean her fingers. Her eyes shine bright with desire. This time I suck her digits, making raunchy noises, as I memorize her taste on my tongue. “Dear God. That is so wrong, yet so right.” I could come in the palm of my hand from her bewildered expression. Tasting her is a tortuous tease. I fooled myself into thinking it would be enough. An internal battle between wanting the one-of-a-kind bike and the girl rages inside me. Fuck. My mind is spinning, searching for another loophole because not having my way with this woman isn’t even an option. “Face the mirror.” She does as she’s told. I let go of my cock and stand behind her. Her lipstick is long-gone and her hair brushes against her shoulders. She’s a vision. I can’t help my grin when my eyes land on the bruise on her neck. That wasn’t planned, but I fucking love my bite mark on her. I pull her body closer to mine, with my cock pressed against her ass. Jesus. The closeness is a reminder of how long I’ve been d eprived. She meets my gaze in the mirror, a devilish smile parting her lips as she brings her hand up around the back of my neck. The position stretches her body beautifully. Her vulnerability is on full display. I close my hands around her tits, my fingers pulling at her nipples before caressing them in circles with my palms. Her open-mouthed grin tells me she fucking loves it. I pinch and pluck her rosy nipples until they’re stiff, dark-plum peaks and my girl is breathing hard. Such beautiful handiwork. “Damn. Your tits are fucking amazing.” Her head turns, seeking my mouth for a kiss. I allow it. It’s not as fiery as earlier, so much more sensual. I kiss her thorough and dirty, devouring her mouth until she protests, then I punish her by ravishing her with increased fervor. Her sexy ass grinds against my hungry cock as I squeeze her tits hard. “I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. I want you to take care of your clit while I use your ass to take care of my raging hard-on.” They say necessity is the mother of invention. So is desperation. She gasps. “Wait. What? No.” She’s positively frightened. “Beckett, I’ve never done that before.” “Calm down. I didn’t say I was going to fuck your ass. I said I was going to use your ass. Big difference.” She frowns her confusion. “I don’t understand.” “You trust me to make it good for you?” She ponders on my question for a beat. “I do,” she says. “In that case...” I pull her G-string to the side, nestle my cock between her cheeks and press hard.
“Oh boy,” she says, relaxing back into me. My cock fits perfectly. The sight is hedonistic as fuck. The warmth of her body permeates mine. The feeling is sublime. “Work that pussy for me.” As she strokes her pussy, chasing her orgasm, I glide my cock between the crevice of her sweet cheeks. My mushroom-shaped tip is dark purple, angry, needy and desperate. I close my eyes and groan, thanking God for her perfect ass. I’ve never longed for skin-on-skin contact this much with a woman in my life. “How many fingers do you have inside your sweet pussy?” “One.” “I want two in there.” Her body shifts as she complies with my demand. “That’s it,” I say. “With your other hand, I want you to tease your clit and pretend it’s my fingers instead of yours.” She’s a little startled, but she doesn’t argue. “Oh God,” she says. “Faster.” Her breath hitches. “I said faster.” She gives me what I want. “Pump those fingers inside your wetness. I want to hear it.” I tear my eyes away from hers and fix them between her legs. The frantic motion starts. So does that sweet sound. “Good girl.” The helpless little mewls spilling from her lips are intoxicating. “How wet are you?” “I’m dripping.” The words come tumbling from her mouth on the heel of a long exhale. “Who are you wet for?” “You.” “What’s my name?” “Beckett.” “Now answer my question like a good girl.” “I’m wet for you, Beckett.” “Your pussy is desperate for my cock?” She nods. Fuck Rhys’s stupid challenge. “Next time.” “We’re going to do this again?” Her eyes wide with bewilderment. “I see a long-lasting friendship between us.” We grin at each other. “You’re okay with that?” She nods. “More than okay.” “Good. Now, I want the focus back on your pussy.” I don’t have to r epeat myself. Arianne is unleashed. She’s the most arousing sight I’ve seen in a long time. The way her eyes roll to the back of her head, I can only assume it’s as good for her as it is for me. I pick up my pace, gliding with more pressing need between her ass cheeks. Her hips are swiveling and rolling like they did on the dance floor. As her fervor ratchets, the pressure her bouncing ass exerts against my cock is my undoing. My balls tighten. “Oh fuck.” I dig my hands into her hips, controlling her movement, as my cock glides up and down like a savage beast. My eyes glaze as the onset of an eruption looms. “Are you close?” “God, yes.” “I want you to come hard for me.” She nods. The potent sensuality I knew was hiding inside her, surges. Lost to lust, Arianne swings her hips back and forth in a series of hard thrusts tha make me lose my fucking mind. She’s wild. Unrestrained. Unapologetic. I fucking love it. Then everything stops. Her body goes rigid, her mouth drops open, her eyes close and a low cry es capes from her lips. It’s a thing of beauty. Arianne comes so hard, she jerks her head back and stumbles. She grips the counter. I grip her waist. She’s trembling. “I got you,” I say. “Place your folded arms against the counter for me.” My voice is strained. It’s a struggle to speak.
She does. God knows I’ve jerked an embarrassing number of times over the last week and a half, but you’d never know from the geyser building inside me. The sight of my cock jutting against her milky white ass, desperate to explode, is more than I can bear. One final thrust and I come with a loud roar as ropes of cum spill all over, painting her ass. “Feeling you on my body like this is so hot,” Arianne whispers. She stirs underneath me, squeezing her legs together, tilting her hips forward. In doing so, she traps the base of my still se eping cock between her ass cheeks. Damn. “God, I’m coming again,” she says, panting and squeezing her legs even harder. “Oh—” Her head jerks back with force before her body slumps forward against the counter. Jesus Christ. I didn’t expect this from her and I’m caught off guard. Wow. It’s a struggle to catch my breath. She isn’t faring much better. She’s a beautiful trembling, sweaty mess, spent and satiated. I lower my chest to her back and wrap my arms around her body as I drop a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders. “Talk to me.” She turns her head to the side. I lift my eyes to meet hers. “I like being your friend,” she says. “It’s mutual.” I chuckle. “We’re going to have a lot of dirty, naughty fun Love that book.”