Caged (Gold Hockey #11) - Elise Faber Page 0,56

shoved his boxers down, his cock springing forth. “Nothing to fear on that front.”

She clamped a hand to her chest, feigned swooning. “Well, thank God for that.”

“Thank God for your tits and the way they jiggle when you do that.”

“Thank God,” she countered, loving his expression—the open need, the desperate desire sharpening the edges of his face—as she reached for his cock, stroking a finger over the velvety head. “For your single penis. Because I need it inside me.”

He cursed, using far more creative language than she’d anticipated.

“Wow,” she breathed.

His lips found a spot behind her ear, one so sensitive that she felt her pussy clench. “Wow, what?”

She turned her head, halted with her mouth a hairsbreadth from his. “I like it when you talk dirty to me.” A hand sliding down his stomach. “Remember how you asked me if I always stroke things so carefully?” Her fingers wrapped around him, squeezed. “I promise, I do.”

Another curse, Ethan letting his weight come down on top of her, trapping her hand between them. Not that she minded, especially considering she had it wrapped around his cock.

“I don’t think you’re shy at all,” he murmured, lips finding her throat and sucking deeply.

“I don’t feel sh-shy,” she said, the fingers of her other hand drifting up his spine, slipping into the short locks, gripping tight. “With you, I feel like I can just be Dani.”

Motionless.

He took a turn to play statue and froze on top of her.

For just a single heartbeat. Then his mouth was on hers, and she was being devoured again, that strong, powerful shark threatening to swallow her whole. His hands were on her ass, her hips, her breasts, cupping her cheek so he could kiss her deeper and harder and—

He pulled back, one hand flat on the bed next to her face, the other on her jaw. “That is the sexiest thing you could have ever said to me.”

“Eth—”

Another kiss that stole her breath, only this time she was ready for the intense, demanding man on top of her. She kissed him back, glad when he lifted up enough so she could use her formerly trapped hand to fondle his cock. He groaned into her mouth, hips jerking forward.

“I should probably warn you that it’s been a while,” he said, another groan tumbling from his lips as she showed him how well she could stroke.

“Then get inside me and make it less of a while.”

He swallowed. “Dani,” he growled. “I’m trying to make this good for you.”

“I don’t need good”—not strictly true, but she needed this man inside her, and if his oral skills were any indication, she already knew it would be fan-fucking-tastic, so he didn’t have anything to worry about—“I just need you.”

“We don’t have to rush,” he said, and every syllable was strained.

But seriously, the man didn’t look like he could spend all day like this, teasing and coaxing their pleasure higher and higher. He looked ready to explode. And she wanted that explosion inside her.

“Inside me,” she whispered, aloud this time.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he gritted. Sweat gleamed on his forehead, his chin dropped to his chest, lungs sawing in and out. His palm fell from her cheek, dropping to the bed beside her head, the tendons and muscles on his forearms taut and pressing against skin.

Fuck, what was it about men’s forearms that were so fucking sexy?

She rotated her head to the side, keeping her hand on the hard length of his erection, pumping up and down, but giving in to the urge that had filled her at the sight of his strength by sinking her teeth into the muscles, not firmly enough to hurt, but enough that she could taste the salt and spice of his skin, feel the power of those arms in her mouth.

He jerked, more curses tumbling from his mouth.

And a second later, her hand was tugged from his cock, and he was grabbing the condom she’d retrieved.

She wanted to roll it down the length of him, but he was too quick, tearing into the corner of the plastic square with his teeth, yanking the condom out, and covering his cock with it in the next moment.

Then he knelt between her thighs and paused with his erection . . . so . . . fucking . . . close.

“Are you su—”

She gripped his ass, tugging down while at the same time jerking up, and that first stretch of him filling her was the best pleasure-pain of her existence. It had been a