Hide and Seek - Lara Adrian Page 0,73

pushed it up, so she could slide her hands along his naked skin and caress him. He shuddered under her touch, sending a thrill through her at the knowledge that she could bring this man to his knees.

For a brief instant, Nick released her lips and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled torso. Lust surged inside her, making liquid heat pool at her sex. Nick’s hands were on her dress then, unzipping it in the back and pushing the fabric down to her waist. Another shove and the dress slid past her hips and pooled around her feet.

Her nipples were hard peaks, exposed to his view now because she didn’t wear a bra. His eyes turned molten when he stared at her, his hands already reaching for her breasts, touching them, his knuckles sliding over her damp skin, making her shiver all over.

“Fuck, baby!”

Then his mouth was back on hers, his hands kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples, while farther below, he rubbed his erection against her center. But there was still too much fabric between them. She wanted all those barriers gone. She needed a skin-on-skin contact, needed to feel him as close as was humanly possible.

She pushed against him, made him step back a little so she could reach the button of his pants. She flipped it open then went for the zipper.

“Damn it, Michelle,” he cursed when she pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs and freed his eager shaft. “I’m not gonna last.”

“I don’t care.”

She pushed his pants down to his ankles and followed in the same direction, until her head was level with his cock. God, he was beautiful. Pumped full with blood, thick veins snaking up its sides, his hard-on demanded all her attention. Eagerly, she wrapped her hand around the root, gripping him firmly so he couldn’t escape.

Nick groaned. She looked up and saw him bracing himself against the wall behind her with both hands, his eyes pinning her.

“If you’re gonna do that,” he said hoarsely, “then do it quickly while I still have an ounce of control left.”

By the looks of his straining neck muscles, it wouldn’t be long until he lost that self control. Already now Nick seemed like putty in her hands—rock-hard putty. And she rather liked that feeling. In fact, loved the power it gave her. The power to make a man surrender.

“Mmm.” Michelle licked her tongue over the purple head of his glorious shaft and gathered up the moisture that had collected there. The salty taste spread in her mouth, making her hungry for more.

Nick let out a shuddering breath, while his hips jerked toward her. “I need… I need to…”

She knew what he needed and gave it to him. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his erection. Slowly, with her tongue along the underside of his cock, she descended on him, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could.

A loud moan bounced off the walls of her small hallway.

Gently, Michelle let his cock withdraw from her, before sliding down on him again. Her hand remained at his root, guiding him in and out. With every descent and every withdrawal she increased the speed and pressure. Nick’s hips flexed in the opposite direction to hers, his cock thrusting into her mouth as she sucked him deeper.

“Fuck! Michelle!” he cried out, throwing his head back. “You’ve gotta stop.”

But despite his impassioned plea, Nick continued moving his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth frantically. Eagerly, she licked and sucked him, moved her hand up and down the long stalk, ready to take what he was willing to give her, when he suddenly pulled back.

Her gaze shot up to him and she saw him breathe heavily. “I need a condom. Now!” He reached for her, pulled her up. “Do you have any?”

She motioned to the bathroom door. Before he could move—impeded by the pants around his ankles—she was already in the bathroom, rummaging through a drawer. When she turned around, condom in hand, he was behind her, fully naked now, stalking toward her.

He took the condom from her hand, ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the latex over his cock, closing his eyes briefly and clenching his jaw as he did so. Then he pinned her with his eyes.

“Turn around,” he ordered gruffly, motioning to the sink.

Without protesting, she pivoted. His hands were on her an instant later, bending her over the bathroom countertop.

Michelle lifted her head and