Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,36
the side of my face and along my jaw before dipping to my neck. I shivered at the slight caress and his lips curled into a smile that promised he was just getting started.
He studied me as he lowered his finger, dragging it along my collarbone and then lower still, softly running the pad of his thumb over my hardened nipple.
When I shuddered from the stimulation, he growled as he finally swooped down, catching my mouth in a devouring kiss that tasted of mint. Teeth, tongues and lips fought and tangled as he slanted his mouth firmly over mine.
"Phoenix," I panted as I wrenched free to gasp for air. "I want you."
"You do, huh?" He changed direction and ran his nose up the side of my neck. "Tell me what you want from me, babe. Tell me and I'll give it to you."
I wanted so many things, but I couldn't grasp the runaway thoughts. My mind was spinning with the way he touched me and the rasp of his voice.
His voice sounded like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper—violent with need—and my body responded like a sparked flame that spread like wildfire.
Boldly, I reached out and stroked my shaking fingers along the denim pressed tight over his thickened cock. He groaned, the vibration stirring my sensitive skin, and backed me against the bed.
Phoenix lifted his head and licked his lips. "You want my cock, babe? Is that what you need?"
"Yes," I whispered as my dick jerked at the way his gaze roamed my body.
"Good." His lips quirked as he pushed my chest, making me fall back on the soft bed where I scooted toward the center. "I want to see every last inch of your body. I want to touch you and I want to suck you. You good with that?"
Wide-eyed, I nodded. "Very good with that."
Phoenix slowly crawled over me, settling between my bent legs and hovered over me braced on his forearms. "Think you can be quiet, Arch? We aren't alone."
I hadn't even considered my uncle being home when I'd dragged Phoenix into my room. But it would have taken the equivalent of a natural disaster to put a stop to what I was determined would happen in this bed. So, I nodded again, though I wasn't sure it was the truth.
As if sensing my half lie, his lips curled in a crooked grin. "Undo my jeans, my little liar."
My tongue darted out to wet my lips as he lifted to give me access, and I eagerly reached between our bodies, tugged his button free and then lowered his zipper. The whirring sound as the teeth parted was loud in the quiet room, and anticipation thrummed in my veins.
Driven by a sudden frenzied urge, I reached around him and stuffed my hands inside his jeans, shoving them just under the swell of his ass until nothing but a thin pair of boxer briefs and my shorts separated our hard cocks.
His breathing grew shallow. "Reach inside my boxers and touch me."
I swallowed hard as I brought my hands back around. One I gripped around his bicep. The other I placed flat on his stomach, feeling the tickle against my palm from the thin line of hair that traveled from his belly button and disappeared beneath the band of his underwear. His cock strained against the navy-blue fabric, and I dipped two fingers beneath the band, drawing it away from his skin as I looked down until I could see his tip, bare and cut. Swollen and red.
Slowly, I slid my hand inside. Trapped in the fabric with his dick, I curled my fingers around his length and tightened my fist. His hiss drew my eyes to his, searching his burning gaze.
"Keep going," he said through gritted teeth.
I could feel my own precome leaking onto my belly and knew I'd never make it long enough to get his hands on me. Still, I was completely enthralled by touching him. It was the first bare cock, other than mine, I'd ever held. The last time I'd felt his hard length had been through a pair of shorts. Different and the same, his heated flesh pulsed in my hand as I began moving my wrist.
His quiet grunts of pleasure echoed in the room as he let me do what I wanted to him. A wet drop rolled over my fingers and I rubbed circles over his tip, smearing the sticky fluid. He groaned and flexed his hips forward.