Well Built
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That fucking word grated on his nerves like nails screeching down a chalkboard. “You sure do collect a lot of friends,” he drawled in an insolent tone, even as he realized that this conversation was no longer about Tucker and all about the two of them. “And the problem is, as you already know, I don’t want to be your fucking friend.” He emphasized the point by sliding his hand possessively over the curve of her butt in those tight black jeans she was wearing so he could grind the hard length of his cock against her mound.
She squirmed in his hold and bucked her hips against his to try and break free, but between his strength and the help of the people around them inadvertently pushing him and Ella together, she wasn’t going anywhere until he decided she was.
Her chin tipped up obstinately, and she gave him a devious smile that was a little too smug for his liking. “Is that why you had a stick up your ass this afternoon when I came next door to say hi?”
His jaw clenched, the push-pull of sexual tension between them suddenly incendiary. He only needed to strike a match to make it blaze out of control, and he didn’t hesitate to do just that. “Goddamn sassy mouth,” he growled, forcing her head back another few inches until her parted lips were right below his. “I can think of a half a dozen better uses for it than hurling insults at me.”
She huffed out a sarcastic laugh to deliberately mock him. “Dream on, City Boy.”
Her remark was both a dare and a challenge. It was also the final spark that had his own smoldering frustration boiling over and combusting between them in spectacular fashion. The next second, he had his fingers secured around one of her wrists. He pulled her behind him through the dance crowd, giving her no choice but to follow him to the exit at the backside of the building, then out into the cool night air that did nothing to take the edge off the heat and lust pumping through his veins.
Ignoring the few people outside who were either smoking a cigarette or taking a break from the raucous atmosphere in the bar, Kyle continued through the main parking area and onto the adjoining grassy lot where he’d had to park. Ella didn’t protest or resist, and it was a damn good thing because he wasn’t opposed to following through on his earlier thought to heft her over his shoulder like fucking Tarzan.
He drew her around to the passenger side of the truck, which faced away from the bar and any prying eyes, and backed her up against the door. He caught her face in his hands and forced her gaze to meet his. They were both breathing hard, and while he saw a trace of defiance in her bright green eyes, there was something else there, too—a desire and need that told him she was equally turned on.
“You want to know what this city boy dreams about, baby?” he taunted in a raspy voice hoarse with carnality. “You. All fucking week long, every goddamn night, I dream about you.”
Her tongue licked across her bottom lip, dampening it and drawing his attention to her lush, sexy mouth. “Doing what?”
She was tempting and teasing him, but what she didn’t realize was that he was far better at this game than she was. “You, flat on your back with your legs spread wide while I’m driving into your soft, warm body. You, writhing beneath me, wanting more, harder, deeper, and I give you every single inch I’ve got.”
A soft moan escaped her throat as her hands went to the waistband of his jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button until it came undone. “What else?” she asked huskily.
She’d unzipped his pants and pushed his jeans and briefs down his hips until his thick erection sprang free. He groaned when she wrapped her cool fingers around his rock-hard flesh and stroked him in her palm.
“What else, City Boy?” she prompted again, more demanding this time.
She skimmed her thumb over the head of his shaft, already slick with a bead of fluid. His entire body jerked from the pleasure of it, and his mind struggled to stay focused on seducing her. “I dream about you on your knees while I do dirty, sinful things to your mouth with my cock. I fucking ache to feel your lips sliding up and down my dick as you suck me off.”
Before he realized her intent, she dropped to her knees in front of him on the grass and had his cock right where he wanted it to be—needed it to be—deep in her mouth, her lips rimming the width as she glided down and her tongue lapping along the length as she pulled back up, nice and torturously slow.
“Jesus,” he choked out, realizing that his Ella had just turned the tables on him, the seducer becoming the seduced as she continued sucking him, licking him—squeezing his goddamn balls in her hand—and making his erotic dream a reality right here and now.
With a deep, guttural groan, he braced his palms on the doorframe and glanced down, grateful for the small amount of moonlight that enabled him to witness this moment. With a small tip of her head, she was looking up at him, too, her eyes dark and sultry, and he could have sworn there was a wicked smile curving her lips as she dragged them back up the length of his cock once again.
Hot, pulsing anticipation rolled through him, and he instinctively flexed his hips, working his way back into the incredible heat enveloping him. He continued to watch her perfect mouth take him deep, sucking him and fucking swallowing him when the head hit the back of her throat.
He hissed out a breath, the muscles in his stomach tightening in warning. “Ella . . . Jesus, fuck, I’m going to come,” he struggled to say, wanting to give her time to stop before he blew his load so she could finish him off with her hand instead.
She made a soft, sensual sound and merely took him deeper, stroked him harder, sucked him stronger, and there was nothing he could do to halt the surge of his orgasm as it pummeled through him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he clenched his jaw and grunted as he came, his body shuddering as the indescribable pleasure seemed to short-circuit his brain.
When he was no longer seeing stars, he opened his eyes to find that Ella was no longer on her knees in front of him . . . she was walking away from him, already a few car lengths in distance. What the fuck? His satisfied dick was still hanging out of his jeans, and he shook his head to clear it while he tucked himself back in.
“Ella!” he called out, but she ignored him as he tried to pull up his zipper, only to realize it was stuck and had snagged on his briefs. Fucking great. He certainly wasn’t going to chase after her with his pants flapping open, and he cursed as he tugged on the cotton material but couldn’t extract it from the metal teeth of his zipper.
She squirmed in his hold and bucked her hips against his to try and break free, but between his strength and the help of the people around them inadvertently pushing him and Ella together, she wasn’t going anywhere until he decided she was.
Her chin tipped up obstinately, and she gave him a devious smile that was a little too smug for his liking. “Is that why you had a stick up your ass this afternoon when I came next door to say hi?”
His jaw clenched, the push-pull of sexual tension between them suddenly incendiary. He only needed to strike a match to make it blaze out of control, and he didn’t hesitate to do just that. “Goddamn sassy mouth,” he growled, forcing her head back another few inches until her parted lips were right below his. “I can think of a half a dozen better uses for it than hurling insults at me.”
She huffed out a sarcastic laugh to deliberately mock him. “Dream on, City Boy.”
Her remark was both a dare and a challenge. It was also the final spark that had his own smoldering frustration boiling over and combusting between them in spectacular fashion. The next second, he had his fingers secured around one of her wrists. He pulled her behind him through the dance crowd, giving her no choice but to follow him to the exit at the backside of the building, then out into the cool night air that did nothing to take the edge off the heat and lust pumping through his veins.
Ignoring the few people outside who were either smoking a cigarette or taking a break from the raucous atmosphere in the bar, Kyle continued through the main parking area and onto the adjoining grassy lot where he’d had to park. Ella didn’t protest or resist, and it was a damn good thing because he wasn’t opposed to following through on his earlier thought to heft her over his shoulder like fucking Tarzan.
He drew her around to the passenger side of the truck, which faced away from the bar and any prying eyes, and backed her up against the door. He caught her face in his hands and forced her gaze to meet his. They were both breathing hard, and while he saw a trace of defiance in her bright green eyes, there was something else there, too—a desire and need that told him she was equally turned on.
“You want to know what this city boy dreams about, baby?” he taunted in a raspy voice hoarse with carnality. “You. All fucking week long, every goddamn night, I dream about you.”
Her tongue licked across her bottom lip, dampening it and drawing his attention to her lush, sexy mouth. “Doing what?”
She was tempting and teasing him, but what she didn’t realize was that he was far better at this game than she was. “You, flat on your back with your legs spread wide while I’m driving into your soft, warm body. You, writhing beneath me, wanting more, harder, deeper, and I give you every single inch I’ve got.”
A soft moan escaped her throat as her hands went to the waistband of his jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button until it came undone. “What else?” she asked huskily.
She’d unzipped his pants and pushed his jeans and briefs down his hips until his thick erection sprang free. He groaned when she wrapped her cool fingers around his rock-hard flesh and stroked him in her palm.
“What else, City Boy?” she prompted again, more demanding this time.
She skimmed her thumb over the head of his shaft, already slick with a bead of fluid. His entire body jerked from the pleasure of it, and his mind struggled to stay focused on seducing her. “I dream about you on your knees while I do dirty, sinful things to your mouth with my cock. I fucking ache to feel your lips sliding up and down my dick as you suck me off.”
Before he realized her intent, she dropped to her knees in front of him on the grass and had his cock right where he wanted it to be—needed it to be—deep in her mouth, her lips rimming the width as she glided down and her tongue lapping along the length as she pulled back up, nice and torturously slow.
“Jesus,” he choked out, realizing that his Ella had just turned the tables on him, the seducer becoming the seduced as she continued sucking him, licking him—squeezing his goddamn balls in her hand—and making his erotic dream a reality right here and now.
With a deep, guttural groan, he braced his palms on the doorframe and glanced down, grateful for the small amount of moonlight that enabled him to witness this moment. With a small tip of her head, she was looking up at him, too, her eyes dark and sultry, and he could have sworn there was a wicked smile curving her lips as she dragged them back up the length of his cock once again.
Hot, pulsing anticipation rolled through him, and he instinctively flexed his hips, working his way back into the incredible heat enveloping him. He continued to watch her perfect mouth take him deep, sucking him and fucking swallowing him when the head hit the back of her throat.
He hissed out a breath, the muscles in his stomach tightening in warning. “Ella . . . Jesus, fuck, I’m going to come,” he struggled to say, wanting to give her time to stop before he blew his load so she could finish him off with her hand instead.
She made a soft, sensual sound and merely took him deeper, stroked him harder, sucked him stronger, and there was nothing he could do to halt the surge of his orgasm as it pummeled through him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he clenched his jaw and grunted as he came, his body shuddering as the indescribable pleasure seemed to short-circuit his brain.
When he was no longer seeing stars, he opened his eyes to find that Ella was no longer on her knees in front of him . . . she was walking away from him, already a few car lengths in distance. What the fuck? His satisfied dick was still hanging out of his jeans, and he shook his head to clear it while he tucked himself back in.
“Ella!” he called out, but she ignored him as he tried to pull up his zipper, only to realize it was stuck and had snagged on his briefs. Fucking great. He certainly wasn’t going to chase after her with his pants flapping open, and he cursed as he tugged on the cotton material but couldn’t extract it from the metal teeth of his zipper.
