newfound stallion to stay on after summer.
Heath swept strong hands under her knees then stood. “Ready?”
Hell yes! She nodded.
He pressed her against the shower wall, drew one of her legs under the crook of his arm and slammed deep.
“Yes!”
In a slow, deliberate grind, he fucked her.
Desperate for more, she arched against him and clung to his shoulders.
He rimmed her ear with his tongue before trailing down her neck, nipping along the way. Every bite heightened her arousal.
His chest and stomach muscles flexed. An untiring sex god.
No other lover had ever fucked her against a wall. Heath’s measured stokes had her fighting for breath as she climbed to euphoria without the aid of her fingers. It would be a first. In fear of losing the type of orgasm she’d only imagined, she urged him faster. “Don’t stop.”
“Easy, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll get you there.” Increasing tempo, he drove his steely length deeper.
At the precipice, Jordan latched an arm around his neck. Her core clenched. The deep ache fulfilled, she spiraled. Crying out, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
Heath sank deep one last time and roared, his shaft twitching.
She wished he were bare so she could feel his warm release.
His breathing slowed before he slipped from her body and let her down, still holding her by the waist. “Darlin’, that was amazing.”
The glorious throbbing between her legs had her wanting more already. “Wow, so that’s what a good fuck feels like.”
* * * *
Struck by her admission, Heath contemplated the right words, not wanting to sound crass. “You’ve never come with a lover?”
“Not without helping myself along.” She blushed as she shut off the water and grabbed a towel.
He tightened his hold and lowered his mouth to hers. Cradling her head, he devoured her mouth like a man starved. Then he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. “We need to move upstairs and get dressed unless you brought another condom.”
Smiling, Jordan cupped his sac. “I’m not complaining.”
Heath swore under his breath. He could go another round. All night in fact. He cinched his towel around his waist.
Upstairs, she dressed in his room while he leaned against the bar and downed a shot of tequila. He didn’t trust himself or his cock. As soon as she’d sunk onto his shaft, he’d imagined every way he’d love to take her. Against the wall was the most convenient at the time. Jesus, he could still feel her tight pussy throbbing around him. Right now he could hold the towel up with his hopeful hard-on.
Wearing a smile, Jordan rounded into the living room. Her shorts and tank top did nothing to deflate his desire.
What to say to her now?
“You okay?” She stroked his arm.
“Perfect.” His heart rate spiked.
“Got any whiskey?”
“Jack”
“Is there any other?”
“Ice?” He snagged a glass from the shelf below.
“Please.”
Her kiss-swollen lips made him hungry for more. He free-poured the liquor. “Mixer?”
“Just rocks.”
Shit. Her tough girl attitude pitched to his heart. He needed to put some clothes on before he dragged her into his bedroom and stripped her naked. “Enjoy, I’ll be right back.”
She latched onto the towel at his waist.
Heath stopped.
“Then we’ll talk.” She arched tawny brows.
Her quick advance of their game had him somewhat addled. “Let me put on some shorts.”
She skimmed her hand up his belly, making his skin tingle.
Once in the bedroom, his mind spun. Their shower sex had totally blown him away. He didn’t want to come across as a sex-driven maniac, but he wanted her again. All night and the next morning to fix her breakfast.
What did she want to talk about anyway? Would she call things off now?
They’d both agreed to no strings. However, the sexy teacher who played balls tough made him want more. Whenever that steely veneer cracked, revealing her vulnerability, and her beautiful brown eyes appeared lost, he became the gallant
Heath swept strong hands under her knees then stood. “Ready?”
Hell yes! She nodded.
He pressed her against the shower wall, drew one of her legs under the crook of his arm and slammed deep.
“Yes!”
In a slow, deliberate grind, he fucked her.
Desperate for more, she arched against him and clung to his shoulders.
He rimmed her ear with his tongue before trailing down her neck, nipping along the way. Every bite heightened her arousal.
His chest and stomach muscles flexed. An untiring sex god.
No other lover had ever fucked her against a wall. Heath’s measured stokes had her fighting for breath as she climbed to euphoria without the aid of her fingers. It would be a first. In fear of losing the type of orgasm she’d only imagined, she urged him faster. “Don’t stop.”
“Easy, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll get you there.” Increasing tempo, he drove his steely length deeper.
At the precipice, Jordan latched an arm around his neck. Her core clenched. The deep ache fulfilled, she spiraled. Crying out, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
Heath sank deep one last time and roared, his shaft twitching.
She wished he were bare so she could feel his warm release.
His breathing slowed before he slipped from her body and let her down, still holding her by the waist. “Darlin’, that was amazing.”
The glorious throbbing between her legs had her wanting more already. “Wow, so that’s what a good fuck feels like.”
* * * *
Struck by her admission, Heath contemplated the right words, not wanting to sound crass. “You’ve never come with a lover?”
“Not without helping myself along.” She blushed as she shut off the water and grabbed a towel.
He tightened his hold and lowered his mouth to hers. Cradling her head, he devoured her mouth like a man starved. Then he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. “We need to move upstairs and get dressed unless you brought another condom.”
Smiling, Jordan cupped his sac. “I’m not complaining.”
Heath swore under his breath. He could go another round. All night in fact. He cinched his towel around his waist.
Upstairs, she dressed in his room while he leaned against the bar and downed a shot of tequila. He didn’t trust himself or his cock. As soon as she’d sunk onto his shaft, he’d imagined every way he’d love to take her. Against the wall was the most convenient at the time. Jesus, he could still feel her tight pussy throbbing around him. Right now he could hold the towel up with his hopeful hard-on.
Wearing a smile, Jordan rounded into the living room. Her shorts and tank top did nothing to deflate his desire.
What to say to her now?
“You okay?” She stroked his arm.
“Perfect.” His heart rate spiked.
“Got any whiskey?”
“Jack”
“Is there any other?”
“Ice?” He snagged a glass from the shelf below.
“Please.”
Her kiss-swollen lips made him hungry for more. He free-poured the liquor. “Mixer?”
“Just rocks.”
Shit. Her tough girl attitude pitched to his heart. He needed to put some clothes on before he dragged her into his bedroom and stripped her naked. “Enjoy, I’ll be right back.”
She latched onto the towel at his waist.
Heath stopped.
“Then we’ll talk.” She arched tawny brows.
Her quick advance of their game had him somewhat addled. “Let me put on some shorts.”
She skimmed her hand up his belly, making his skin tingle.
Once in the bedroom, his mind spun. Their shower sex had totally blown him away. He didn’t want to come across as a sex-driven maniac, but he wanted her again. All night and the next morning to fix her breakfast.
What did she want to talk about anyway? Would she call things off now?
They’d both agreed to no strings. However, the sexy teacher who played balls tough made him want more. Whenever that steely veneer cracked, revealing her vulnerability, and her beautiful brown eyes appeared lost, he became the gallant
Similar Books
