Heat of the Moment
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He grabbed her hand and dragged it to his crotch. “I’m already up.”
A jolt of desire shook her body when she felt his hard-on. Oh yeah. He was definitely up.
She curled her fingers over his shaft and slowly began to stroke him, all the while wondering what had come over her. The alarm clock on her nightstand read nine a.m. She had an entire refrigerator of cakes that needed to be delivered, and yet she couldn’t stop touching Garrett, couldn’t dissuade her body from responding to those talented fingers of his and the way his thumb circled her clit and… Screw the cakes. Who needed so much sugar this early anyway?
She kicked the tangle of bedcovers off her legs and climbed onto his lap. “Fine. You talked me into it.”
Laughing, he reached up and cupped her chin. His warm hands pulled her face toward his. A second later his lips covered hers. The kiss was gentle, a flick of tongue, a nip of teeth, and then he moved his mouth to her neck and lightly sucked on her skin.
Heat curled inside her, then spread through her body, leaving sizzling shivers in its wake. Garrett’s morning stubble chafed her skin but the small abrasions only turned her on more. She loved his rough masculinity.
“God, I don’t know how I went a whole year without touching you,” he groaned into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
She inhaled the spicy scent of him, threaded her fingers through his hair and forced his mouth back to hers. This time his kiss was loaded with hunger and she responded eagerly, pushing her tongue into his mouth and savoring the taste of him. She’d never experienced kisses like this before, hot and hurried and so damn erotic that even her tongue began to tingle.
Leaving one hand on her hips, he moved the other around and lowered it between her legs. Never breaking the kiss, he stroked her deftly, massaged her clit, and then pushed a finger inside her, until the dull ache of desire filled her veins and her thighs trembled.
“No, not yet,” she breathed, trying to push his hand away. “I want you inside me.”
She reached for the nightstand, where a lone condom sat, just waiting to be torn open. She was suddenly grateful she hadn’t let Garrett use it when he’d woken her up with a kiss in the middle of the night. Carson had only had two condoms in his wallet, and since she’d wanted to conserve them she’d rewarded Garrett’s wake-up kiss with a blowjob that would go down in history—no pun intended—and now she was glad she’d had the foresight to be condom-stingy.
“You’re a sex maniac,” Garrett teased as she ripped the corner of the packet and practically threw the condom at him.
“Look at who I’ve got in my bed. I waited a year for you too, you know.”
He rolled the latex over his impressive hard-on, tilting his head as he said, “I still can’t believe I missed all those signals you were sending.” His hand moved back between her thighs and he groaned when he felt how wet she was. “We could’ve been doing this ages ago.”
She straddled him again and guided his c**k where she wanted it. “Sure, but don’t you think it was worth the wait?”
He thrust upwards. “Oh yeah.”
God, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to having him buried inside her. It felt so good, so right.
She whimpered when he withdrew, wiggled around in an attempt to bring him back where he belonged, but he wouldn’t let her. Chuckling softly, he flipped her onto her back and took control, teasing her opening with the tip of his cock.
“I told you I want you inside,” she complained.
“Yeah, well, I want it to last. I want you so bad I’m about to explode.”
“Then explode.”
He shot her a rogue grin. “Not until you do.”
She gave one final attempt at getting her way, but he grasped her wrist with his fingers before she could reach for his dick. Then he took her other wrist, shoved both up over her head and locked them together with one strong hand.
“Now be patient,” he ordered, his dark eyes flickering with both arousal and amusement.
“Yes sir.”
Very slowly, he rubbed his c**k over her opening again, dragging it up and down her wet slit. Each time his tip brushed over her clit she shuddered. And each time she arched her hips he withdrew and shook his head with disapproval. He was still restraining her hands, but his hard grip only drove her wild. She kind of liked being at his mercy, lying beneath him while he did whatever he wanted to her feverish body.
Her br**sts started to tingle, her ni**les hardened, her pu**y clenched, and yet he still didn’t enter her. His torturous teasing became too much, her body was too primed, and when he finally plunged into her there was no stopping the orgasm.
It hit her like a freight train. Rushed through her blood, clamped onto her muscles and sucked all the breath right out of her lungs. She heard herself moaning but the sound was muffled by the roar of her pulse in her ears.
Garrett didn’t slow down, didn’t let her recover. He just tightened his hold on her wrists, biting down on her neck and filling the room with husky groans that signaled he was close.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her bare feet resting on his taut backside as she lifted her hips off the mattress to bring him in deeper. Keeping her eyes open, she watched as his features strained and his eyes grew heavy-lidded from his impending release.
“Come on, Johnny,” she murmured, loving the expression on his face, loving that she was the one who put it there.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his c**k began to pulsate, and then— oh yes—he was coming inside her. She could feel his heart racing, thudding against her br**sts like an erratic tribal drum. He groaned, thrust one last time, then grew slack.