pulled back from her mouth. “Do you want the lead, Lissa?”
“I want whatever you want.”
“This is about your pleasure, sweetheart. If I get off in the meanwhile, it’s a bonus.”
“God, you’re so nice.” Yet not nearly as nice as Lissa thought he would be…unless she’d gotten lucky and caught him on one of the naughty days Sam said even nice guys had.
She wanted to be as naughty as possible, by stripping the clothes from his body and getting his swollen cock inside her aching pussy, pronto. But she didn’t want to do so at the cost of jeopardizing any chance they might have at something good, maybe even something lasting.
Sure, she didn’t know jack about him yet, but then that was exactly the point.
“I can be bad for you,” he surprised her by saying. Surprised her even more by taking her breast in his hand through her tank top.
Her nipple heated, beaded, ached for so much more.
She wanted the clothes gone. Wanted to feel his work-roughened hands, and the calluses that would undoubtedly line them, petting every inch of her. “Don’t make yourself uncomfortable,” she forced herself to say.
“This is about you, remember? Your comfort. Your pleasure.”
Her heart skipped a beat with the sincerity shooting from his eyes, the lean angles of his face. He really meant the words. He wanted to put her first. And Lissa wanted that so badly her entire body vibrated with white-hot need.
Increasing the pressure of the leg she’d wrapped around his, she gave his left butt cheek a hard squeeze and ground against him. Her clit tingled with the delicious press of his cock. For a second, she thought, just that easily, she might be coming. But, no, she wasn’t coming yet. Not until she had him naked and panting for the same.
She tugged back the collar of his T-shirt and nipped a wet kiss at his throat. “Be bad, Thad. Be very, very bad.”
Hesitation wouldn’t have surprised her—he was normally a nice guy, after all. The way he took her shoulders in his hands, pushed her back on the bed, and buried his face against her cleavage shocked her to no end.
And thrilled her so completely, her pussy felt molten.
Thad lifted his head to push the tank top up her torso and over the rise of her breasts. Her bra came next, lifting and moving above the mounds and making her tits look mammoth with their tops compressed beneath the underwire.
Apparently, he was into mammoth. She caught the flicker of anticipation in his eyes before he dove down and lashed his tongue between her cleavage.
Having her breasts tongue-fucked wasn’t a new experience. But with the scruff of his jaw and the stubble over his upper lip rubbing against her skin with each lash, the wicked sensation rippling through her highly aroused body felt better than ever before.
One hand plumped the mounds higher, tighter together around his tongue. Lissa took his other hand in her own and brought it to her lips, sucked his first finger between them. His breath hissed out, hot and heavy, against her flesh and she repeated the act, sucking his finger in deep, hard. Wishing to God it was his cock filling her mouth, but not about to risk pushing things so far so soon.
His tongue stopped its thrusting and his head lifted, just far enough to bring his mouth to a nipple and then take the rigid bud between his teeth and twist. Her sex fluttered with the twist, grew unbearably heavy with the next one, and started clenching for a cock that was nowhere nearby with the third rough twist.
“I want your dick in me!” She sighed over the words. Ones she’d spoken to any number of bad-boy lovers, but not ones she should have spoken with Thad.
He didn’t go still as she’d expected, or give her an unimpressed look. Didn’t even stop the sensual torture of his teeth and lips around her nipple. Just slid a hand down the rise of her bare belly and unsnapped her shorts with a foreboding pop that drove her senses wild.
The calluses she’d been hoping for caressed the skin beneath her panties, petted her waxed mound, and then eased into the slick folds of her sex. He wiggled his finger partway inside her. Cream seeped out to greet his entrance, and he started a slow, sweet rhythm, stealing her breath with each gentle thrust.
Though she told herself she wasn’t coming until he was naked and panting to do the same, with the third push of his finger inside her juicy hole the pressure balling in her lower belly became too much to hold back. Climax rippled through her as a wave of intense pleasure that had her biting down on her lower lip and being damned glad his finger wasn’t any longer in her mouth.
Lissa let out a yip of ecstasy as the tremors of sensation subsided. If orgasming with his finger inside her felt so good, how amazing was it going to feel when his cock was pumping her over the edge?
It wasn’t a question she planned to let go unanswered for long. He hadn’t responded negatively to her crude words, so there was no reason to pretend at being a nice girl. “I want you naked.”
Thad pulled his hand from her shorts and freed her nipple of his mouth. He met her eyes with challenge glinting in his own. “Make me that way.”
Her belly turned over with excitement. If that challenge was a sign, she’d found herself a closet bad boy.
Not about to waste time with wonder, she buried her hands in the back of his shirt and pulled at the thin cotton until the tanned skin of his back was free. The T-shirt came over his head and her cunt flooded with fresh cream.
Swinging a hammer clearly did incredible things to the masculine physique, because his body was easily the hottest she’d ever laid eyes on. Sculpted. Bronzed. Rock hard.
He was fucking edible.
Lissa wanted to lick him head to toe…and she hadn’t even seen him from the waist down. Her fingers shaking with anticipation, she pushed at his chest. “Lay back on the bed. I need to see more.”
A chuckle rumbled out of him. His stubborn upper lip curved in a wolfish grin, lending his slightly sunken cheekbones the hungry, dangerous edge. He sat back on his haunches to tug at her shorts. “You aren’t the only one, sweetheart. I need to see the hot little pussy that soaked my fingers.”
“Not if I see your big, hard dick first.”
His grin kicked higher, reflecting his like of her hard talk.
Heart pounding against her ribs, she scrambled to escape his weight and get him naked first. They tugged at each other’s clothes. Pulling at zippers and yanking at hems, rolling together on the bed, their mouths finding each other in the chaos and fusing, tongues licking, rubbing together, teeth clicking with their wild tumbling and impatience. Then their mouths falling apart as they rolled once more, and the bed disappeared from beneath Lissa’s back.
She thudded onto the carpet with an “oomph.” The breath hitched out of her in time with the sound of Thad hitting the floor. Somewhere below her, or off to her side. She couldn’t tell. Couldn’t see a damned thing. In the midst of all that rolling and tumbling, the sheets had gotten wrapped around the top of her head.
She swiped them away from her face to discover they were wrapped around her middle as well. The left side was still
