Bachelor Swap - Lacey Black Page 0,51

access. The kiss heats up immediately, my hands gripping at anything they can, as his tongue tangles with my own.

I feel his warm fingers graze against my stomach, slowly dancing up my abdomen. “Is this okay?” he asks, tracing the cup of my bra with a finger.

“Definitely okay,” I confirm, brushing my palm over his erection. “And this?”

Matthew groans, flexing his hips forward and grinding his hardness into my hand. “More than all right.”

Suddenly his mouth is back on mine. He kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck, rendering me completely breathless. Desire swirls in my stomach, as he continues his masterful kiss. He slips his hand into my bra, sliding his fingers against my hard, sensitive nipples and making me gasp.

“I have an idea,” he starts, carefully pushing up my shirt. “Maybe we could get rid of this?”

I reach for the hem of his shirt and give it a tug. “Only if you lose yours too.”

He gives me a smirk and sits up, raising his arms. Placing my hands on his abs, I let my fingers linger a little longer than I should before I slowly push the material up, dragging my hands against his warm flesh the entire time.

“There,” I finally say, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. I take in the sight of Matthew, shirtless. He’s chiseled hard in all the right places with a strip of dark hair that starts at his belly button and disappears into his jeans. His arms are perfection, not too big but with amazing definition. And his chest? Like a sculpted work of art.

“Are you done checking me out?”

“Almost,” I respond, trailing my fingers down his abs.

“My turn,” he says, lifting my shirt. He takes his time, his eyes devouring every inch he reveals. And where his eyes touch, his hands aren’t far behind. When my arms extend up, he pushes my shirt up until it falls on the couch behind me. His eyes find mine once more, a deep desire burning brightly as he says, “There. Now I can look at you while I make you come.”

Chapter Fifteen

Mason

God, she’s fucking beautiful. Her soft, pale skin is such a contrast to the dark couch, and as I lie her back and settle in beside her, I realize she’s my every fantasy come to life.

Trailing my finger from her throat, I let my index finger linger between her breasts. “Are you going to take off my bra?” she asks.

Shaking my head, I reply, “Nope.” I give the light blue lace covering her breasts a tug, revealing those two hard nipples I had my hands on earlier. “I’m leaving it on like this.” Then, my mouth descends to the left one, my tongue darting out and licking the first tight nub, making her moan. The noise incites me, ensuring I want to hear it over and over again.

Kyla trails her hand over my shoulder, while the other reaches for the fly on my jeans. When I pull back, she gives me an unapproving look. “If you pull back, I won’t be able to reach you.”

“I think we should set some ground rules,” I tell her, swiping my tongue over her nipple again.

Her mouth falls open as she gasps. “What kind of rules?”

“I say we can both touch each other as much as we want,” I start.

“I like where this is going,” she injects with a grin.

“But our pants stay on.”

Kyla looks up at me with question in her eyes. “Well, that’s an interesting approach. If we can’t take our pants off, how will we…” She leaves her question hanging open, making me smile like the Cheshire Cat.

“We’ll just have to get really creative, love,” I whisper before dropping my mouth to her chest, licking and sucking.

“Question,” she says, a sound caught between a groan and a gasp. “I can touch you, as long as the pants stay on, right?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. The pants stay on,” I respond, continually swiping my tongue over her peaked nipple.

Kyla inhales sharply when I replace my tongue with my teeth, her body rocking into mine. She’s so damn responsive, I can’t help but wonder if I’d be able to get her off without even touching her pussy. I bet I could…

Determined to test out this theory, I focus on her breasts, reveling in the way she writhes and rocks against me. I’m so fixated on her, it startles me when I feel her hand slip into my jeans and grab my cock