Tempt Me - By Shiloh Walker Page 0,30

wrapped around his aching dick let go. The blankets shifted and through the dim light, he watched as Rocki lifted up onto all fours, the light from the street painting her body with silvery strokes.

“Hey.” She smiled at him, then went to lower her head back down.

He groaned at the sight of her mouth wrapping around him. In an act of self-preservation, he tore his gaze away, but what he found himself staring at wasn’t any safer. The mirror. The fucking mirror over his dresser. He could see the graceful line of her back, her ripe ass in the mirror...and just a bit lower, the darker, shadowy cleft of her pussy. His dick jerked demandingly. Swearing, he reached out blindly with his free hand and grabbed at one of the few rubbers left.

The other hand was still fisted in her hair, and without thinking, he tugged her up. Her breath caught. Slowly, she lifted and settled back on her heels, staring at him. Her breathing hitched.

Awareness kicked in and he tugged her hair harder, using it to arch her head back, baring her neck. She whimpered. The sound of it was blissfully, beautifully erotic. He wanted to explore more—something they hadn’t done nearly enough of.

But need was a scream inside him.

Tearing the rubber open, he unrolled it and then he moved, coming up behind Rocki. He nudged her around, staring at her shadowed reflection. Her mouth was open, shaky erratic breaths falling from her lips. With a slow, careful touch, he rested one hand on her shoulder, stroking it downward.

Her eyes rested on his hand.

Then he placed his other hand on her hip.

Rocki fell back against him. When he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, she whimpered. “I like watching myself touch you,” he muttered, staring at their reflections. “You’re so damned gorgeous.”

Rocki panted, rocking her hips against his hand.

“How do you like being touched?”

She groaned. “I don’t think you need my help.” She moved harder, faster against his touch, riding it.

Wet—she was wet, wild...amazing.

Still staring at her, he tested the weight of her breast with his other hand. Warm, full and soft—so damn soft. He squeezed her nipple. “What about here?” He bent his neck, raking his teeth over her shoulder. “You want to be touched here? How?”

“Cole...” she whimpered his name.

“Tell me. Show me.”

She covered his hand with hers. Smaller fingers guided his, and they both watched as she had him squeezing tighter, just a little tighter. And she continued to ride his other hand.

When he felt her tighten around his fingers, though, he pulled away.

Rocki cried out, grasping at his wrist.

He evaded her, lifting his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Then he tangled his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, kissing her. It was rougher, rougher than before, but from under his lashes, he watched her. She shuddered and arched back against him, pressing her ass against his cock.

The top of his head almost came off.

Tearing his mouth away, he rasped, “On your hands and knees, Rocki. I want to watch this.”

“Damn it, you want to kill me.” She shuddered and then eased forward, bracing her weight on her hands, spreading her knees for him. Then she lifted her head, watching him through the mirror.

Cole stared at the round curve of her ass, up over the line of her back, then into the mirror, meeting her eyes. As he gripped her hips in his hands, he watched her. As he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, he watched.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

Her lashes dipped low. “Just a little. I don’t care.”

He eased backward, pushing his fingers inside. She was slick. Slick and wet, tight, gripping him as he tested her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to fuck me...I don’t care if it hurts a little or not.” Rocki gave him a wicked smile, one that would have turned his blood to lava if she hadn’t already done that.

“Bad girl,” he whispered. “Damn it, why didn’t I ever see the appeal of that before now?”

“Hmm. Maybe because you hadn’t met me?”

He didn’t waste the breath to answer. Staring down, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed against her, watching in the dim light as the swollen folds of her sex yielded to him. Hot, slick...so soft it was killing him. He was shuddering by the time he’d buried himself to the hilt, shaking and sweating when he pulled out for the first time. And already