Summer Love by Piper Rayne
Chapter Six
Jewel slid both arms around Bobby’s neck and flattened her body to his, and she’d have scaled him like a tree if he hadn’t lifted her up at the same time. Hands cupping her bottom, he pressed her to an impressively large erection. And with a grunt, he backed her into the cabinet.
Something fell over, but the sound slowed neither of them.
“Jewel.” Bobby tugged at one of her knees, and she clamped both legs around him. He finished his thought with a groan.
“Bed,” she uttered. It might be fun to be taken against a wall—or a cabinet—but she didn’t want to risk breaking any of the pieces she’d just laid eyes on. “Hurry,” she added, and he complied. And as she landed on the bed she’d eyed earlier, Bobby’s shirt disappeared over his head.
She was about to have sex with Bobby Brandon, and oh, Lord, what was underneath his clothing seemed as if it was going to be just as delectable as what could be found on the outside.
“Come here.” She held her arms out, wiggling her fingers in desperation to touch him. For him to touch her. But he apparently had other ideas. Because instead of moving to her side, he suddenly slowed.
He unzipped his jeans. He kicked off his boots.
She panted in anticipation.
And then . . . he did nothing.
“What?” she begged. Her breathiness gave away her level of need, and she rose to her knees. Her chest heaved.
“You’re still wearing all your clothes.”
“Oh.” She looked down, and a sly grin rose to her lips. The tip of her tongue touched her lip. “And you’d like me to take them off, I presume?”
She undid the top button of her shirt, her smile as naughty as his, but stopped when Bobby held up a hand. He shook his head. “I changed my mind.”
Pure evil smiled out at her. A clump of hair had fallen forward, swooping down over one of Bobby’s eyes, and he suddenly looked like a pirate, come to ravish her. A shiver racked over her body.
“Tell me what you want,” she offered. She would do anything he asked.
“Over the couch.” He didn’t ask, he told. And her breath caught at the command. She could do over the couch. She could freaking love over the couch.
He nodded toward the only piece of furniture in the living room, his movements slow and his eyes never leaving hers, then he slipped one hand down the front of his jeans.
He stroked himself, and she went instantly wet.
She watched, frozen in place, as he gripped his cock. He slowly stroked, his fist moving up and down, and she licked her lips. She nearly begged to put him in her mouth right then and there, but he seemed intent on other plans. And since she expected she’d get the opportunity to have her way with him later, she obeyed.
“The couch,” she repeated and rose from the bed. Only, as she set one foot on the floor, she intentionally dragged her fingers over the seam of her jeans.
Bobby moaned.
“Clothes on or off?”
His eyes glittered. “Jeans undone. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She bit her lip. Yes, sir!
Her breathing didn’t improve as she hurried to the couch, but as she moved, she also never took her eyes off him. He continued to stroke himself, and she could see that the tip of him now glistened.
“Bobby,” she pleaded when she bent over the back of the furniture, pointed her tush in the air, and he didn’t immediately follow.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Just stay right where you are. I’m enjoying the view.”
She chuckled. But then she squirmed, wiggling her butt as she unbuckled and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them slightly down over the tops of her hips, and when she peeked back over her shoulder again, she could see that playtime for Bobby was nearing an end.
His eyes had darkened, and his chest now heaved, same as hers.
“Take me, Bobby,” she begged. “I want you inside me. I’ve wanted you for years.”
She didn’t have to wait any longer. Bobby was behind her in an instant, his cock now out of his jeans and pressing between her still-clothed butt cheeks. His arms circled her, his fingers ripping at her shirt, until at least two of the buttons flew free. He was a wild man as he reached inside and palmed one breast. He dragged it from the lace of her bra and pinched her nipple hard.
Her knees went weak.
“Shit,” she whispered. Her head dropped to his chest. “Hurry, Bobby. Please. Or I’m going to freaking come before you ever touch me.”
He chuckled low and deep, the sound vibrating through her body. Then, with arms still surrounding her, he kept one hand at her breasts but slipped the other to the front of her jeans.
He slid inside her panties.
“Bobby!” she cried out at the first touch of his fingers to her clit. Her breasts ached. Her nipples hardened into painful peaks.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He continued to fondle her, his fingers aware of exactly where to touch and how long to linger, and she squirmed against his dick. She needed this man inside of her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered as his other hand squeezed at her breasts.
His thumb flicked over a nipple, causing her to jerk, before he pinched down hard once again.
“Fuck.”She reared back, desperately wanting his mouth where his fingers were.
He nipped at the side of her neck and pinched the other nipple at the same time, and the most exquisite pleasure shot through her. Her knees weakened even more.
“I need to come, Bobby,” she pleaded, the sound desperate and weak. She dropped her head to her chest and squeezed her eyes closed tight. “I need it so bad.”
“Soon, baby.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Very soon.”
His fingers slowed then, as if unwilling to give her the joy of an orgasm just yet, and as they transitioned into long, slow strokes, she could hear her juices slicking along her folds. She kept her eyes closed and rode high on the delicious moment, her hips still moving against him, pushing back, seeking more. And somehow, he even managed to slow her movements.
She seemed to float out of her body, and she wondered if she might pass out. But if so, would it be from pleasure or need?
And then Bobby changed things up yet again.
Suddenly, he removed his hands from her body and shoved her jeans and panties to the floor. He stood tall behind her and rolled a condom down over himself. As he did, she glanced back in anticipation, her breaths once again picking up, and she kicked one leg free of her clothes.
“Now?” she asked.
He nodded. His features were drawn tight. “Now.”
Once protected, he bent her back over the couch, spread her legs with a knee, and then he was inside her.
They both gasped. Both arched.
“Oh, God.”She shuddered.
He was big, and he filled her up. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and he began to move. But when she dropped her head to her chest again, focusing on her own movements as she met him thrust for thrust, he fisted a handful of her hair and tugged.
“Watch,” he demanded.
She forced her eyes open as he pulled her head up, and what she hadn’t noticed before now filled her vision. A television sat directly in front of them, no picture on the screen, and their image reflected back. Her breasts, spilling out the front of her shirt, and him like some freaking Viking warrior, pumping into her from behind, was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
Her breasts jiggled every time he thrust, and she couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried.
He slammed harder into her, and she whimpered with the beauty of it. With the pleasure of it. He kept his one hand on her hip, holding her where he wanted her and increased his speed. And as he pumped, as she ground back into him, their eyes met and held in their reflection.
“I like you like this,” he told her. He leaned forward and nipped at her ear. “I fucking love you like this,” he growled. Then he released her hair and slipped his fingers down the front of her body until they hovered over her clit. “But before I let you come, you have to promise that we get to do this all over this damned apartment tonight.”
She nodded, the movement jerky. That she could definitely promise.
“Say it,” he grunted.
“I promise,” she whimpered.
And then he sent her soaring.
