Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,215

had no bra on, having already lost that in a prior round, so my breasts were immediately exposed, my nipples hardening in the chilly evening air.

He stood up and raised a hand, and I tensed in anticipation of his warm touch. But he didn’t quite touch me, not yet. He let his hand hover an inch from my chest, tracing circles through the air just inches from me.

“Touch your breasts,” he said.

I lifted my hands to cup my breasts from beneath, and squeezed them, massaging them lightly, pressing them together between my palms.

“Harder.”

I clenched my fists around my skin, watched the way my nipples hardened even further at the sensation.

“Now run your hands down your body, slowly.”

I trailed my hands down my sides, as slow as I could, tracing my ribcage, my waist, my hips. I hesitated at the boxer waistband, looked up at Zayne.

“Take those off too,” he said, his voice gone low and dark with lust. I could tell from the hard bulge in his pants that he was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

I pushed the boxers down slowly, letting them snag on my hipbones before they finally fell to reveal my mound. They dropped to my knees, then my ankles, and I stepped out of them easily.

“Spread your legs,” Zayne said.

I swallowed hard, but obeyed him, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart.

“Arms out, too” he added.

I spread them wide to either side of me, feeling like I was on display.

When he finally touched me, I couldn’t help but jolt with the surprise of it. His warm skin against mine felt like an electric shock, his rough palms grazing my nipples before his hands clenched around my breasts and squeezed, the way I had a moment ago, but harder, rougher. I began to rock in place slightly, unable to help myself, swaying toward him with every rough grope of my breasts.

“Hold still,” he commanded, and it took effort to still myself, to balance on my feet in one position and let him take whatever he wanted from me.

He ran his hands down my back next, stepping closer to do it. He was close enough that the bulge in his boxers grazed my belly, and I sucked in a deep breath at the sudden skim of his cock against my bare, flat stomach. His hands, on the other hand, kept moving, running down the plane of my back, tracing my spine to my ass, which he gripped so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises. He pulled me up against him and crushed his cock against my belly so I was pinned there against him, my arms and legs spread, trying hard to keep my balance, to keep breathing normally, to keep my racing heart from driving me wild, right over the edge.

Fuck, I was soaking wet already.

He slapped my ass as he stepped back, an appreciative grin on his face. “Good girl,” he murmured, stepping aside to walk slowly around me. “Are you enjoying yourself, Clove?” he asked, his voice a whisper at my ear as he paused beside me, and trailed one finger along my outstretched arm, raising goosebumps the whole way along. “You can answer,” he added when I didn’t reply, because I’d learned my lesson about the speaking thing once already.

“Yes,” I breathed, and he chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. Fuck. What was he going to do to me?

I hoped it was anything. Everything. I wanted him to take me, possess me, own me. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t stand up straight anymore.

He dipped a hand between my legs and massaged my thighs, from the outside to the inner thighs, as rough and harshly as he’d massaged my tits moments earlier. I gasped as his fingers grazed the groove where my legs met my hips, then slid higher, higher, until it took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to cry out, to beg him to touch my pussy, finger me, fuck me until I screamed.

Finally, he pushed one finger along my slit, sudden and strong. I could feel him sliding along me, slick with my juices. I felt wetter than I’d ever been before. He must have noticed, because he laughed again, still that low, dark laugh.

“Someone’s hungry for me,” he murmured against my earlobe, lips grazing my skin. “Do you want me to fuck you, Clove?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

I swallowed. “Hard,” I managed to murmur.

He smirked. “You’ll have to