don’t give a fuck about another club. I give a fuck about you. And your body.” Looking into her eyes, Steele pushed her shirt up slowly.
Breezy couldn’t look away. Staring into Steele’s eyes was one of the sexiest things she’d ever felt, standing there, pressed against the building, his knuckles running slowly up her bare skin as he raised her shirt higher and higher. Her core pulsed with need. Hot. Coiled tight. Wet. Waiting for him. She spent half her time just waiting for him to be inside her.
“Is this what you’re worried about?” He bent his head to press a kiss to that soft little area that proclaimed she’d had his baby. His teeth scraped gently and then his tongue soothed the ache. “This is my favorite spot.” He pulled the shirt higher, up over her full breasts, holding the material under her chin.
“You’re such a liar. You love my boobs.”
He smiled, his eyes on her breasts. “You might be right about that.”
Breezy wasn’t wearing a bra, although she should have, but Steele had objected. He liked the way her tight tank shaped her breasts, and she’d gone without the support just for him. Now, in the cool night air, her nipples peaked, and her breasts felt achy and hot. Waiting. Just like her sex, waiting for him.
Steele took his time, kissing his way from that soft little pooch up her rib cage to the underside of her breasts. She had to cling to his shoulders, her nails biting deep, or she might have fallen. He kissed his way over the curve of both breasts, and then was sucking hard, flattening her nipple against the roof of his mouth while his hand caressed, kneaded and stroked the other breast. She gasped as sensations poured through her. He wasn’t always gentle, and the contrast between rough and tender kept her off-balance. Then he worked her nipples, sending fiery arrows straight to her clit.
“Get them off.”
She could barely hear him with the sound of the blood roaring in her ears. Hot blood rushed through her veins, spreading like a wildfire, until she was consumed with need. Her hands dropped obediently to the waistband of her jeans. They rode low on her hips and were fairly tight. She had to peel them from her, and he didn’t stop sucking at her breast, making it even more difficult.
Her breath came in ragged pants and she wanted to arch her back, thrust her breasts into his mouth, encourage him to devour her, not bend forward to try to shimmy out of her jeans, but she did it. Fortunately, she had worn flats and she was able to kick them off, which allowed her to step on the jeans to strip them from her body. Then she was naked, the night mist lapping at her body like a thousand tongues to add to the sensual sensations overwhelming her.
He took his time, lavishing attention on her breasts, tugging and rolling, pinching her nipples until she cried out and then lapping at them to soothe them. His marks were everywhere when he finally lifted his head. He tossed his shirt on the ground and pointed, his eyes that wild midnight color she loved so much.
She knelt immediately, her hands at his belt, swiftly opening his jeans, and then his fist was in her hair, jerking her head back, and his cock was in her mouth. The weight of it was heavy on her tongue. His girth stretched her lips. She loved he way he felt so heavy and solid, hot and perfect, steel and yet velvet. She wanted him every bit as far gone as she was. Hot and needy. Desperate for her the way she was desperate for him.
She used every skill she’d ever developed, wanting to please him. She looked up at his face, that perfect face she could spend hours staring at and never get tired of. He was hers. He loved her. She didn’t know how she got so lucky, but kneeling in front of him, his cock sliding deep into her mouth and back out, over and over, fast and then slow, deep and shallow, with his fist tight in her hair, she felt like he belonged to her. He was hers and that was everything she wanted.
She felt his cock expanding, just as his expression changed and his sac tightened. She swallowed him down, tightening her mouth, stroking with her tongue. He put pressure on her scalp, dragging her head back.