The Boy Toy - Nicola Marsh Page 0,10

waistband. Toying with him. Teasing him. Driving him wild.

He ducked his head to nip her earlobe. “I want you.”

She made a cute whimpering sound that had him smiling as he dropped to his knees. He started at her ankles, exploring the dips and ridges with his fingertips, teasing her with the lightest of touches, before moving at a snail’s pace up her toned calves, lingering in the backs of her knees.

As his palms slid up her thighs, the slight callouses on his fingers rasped against the softness of her skin. She made a soft mewling sound when he stopped short of nirvana and pried her legs apart.

“Hike your dress up for me.” His command came out a growl because being this close he could smell her muskiness and had to taste her, now.

She obeyed, bunching the silk in one hand, revealing black lace panties with a sheer front panel. Beyond sexy. He didn’t hesitate to rip them off. She chuckled, a wanton, joyous response that shot straight to his cock.

He pressed his thumbs to her, and she slumped against the nearest wall with a moan. Prying apart her slick folds, he slid his thumbs from front to back, over and over, savoring the soft noises she made.

When her hips arched toward him, he leaned forward and swiped her with his tongue.

“Oh . . .” Her head fell back with a thunk as he did it again, lapping at her with the tip of his tongue, teasing her, tasting her.

He slid a finger inside her, then another, setting up a slow rhythm designed to drive her wild. It worked, because her hip thrusts became uncoordinated, which was when he sucked her clit, hard.

She cried out as he picked up the tempo with his fingers and his tongue simultaneously, licking and sucking, sliding in and out, drenched with how turned on she was.

He felt her clamp around him a second before she came on a drawn-out moan that was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

Her eyes were closed, her head still lolling against the wall, a small, smug smile playing about her lips. She didn’t move, so he stood and made quick work of getting a condom on.

She opened her eyes and reached for him, resting her hands on his shoulders as she hooked a leg around his waist.

“You’re incredibly sexy. You know that, right?” He nudged her, and she locked her leg tighter.

“Right back at you,” she said, gasping as he slid inside, inch by inch, gritting his teeth against the urge to pound into her the way he wanted to.

“Perfect,” he said, claiming her lips as he started to move, her tongue tangling with his, wild and sinuous, challenging and giving.

She deepened the kiss like she wanted to devour him, her hands clawing at his shoulders as he thrust into her, over and over, the friction driving him wild.

His balls tightened, the pleasure too much too soon, but he wouldn’t hold back. If he had his way, they’d do slow and sensual later.

As she started to writhe against him, he slipped a hand between them and zeroed in on her clit. Circling it with his thumb, maintaining the pressure, he let go as she moaned into his mouth, pounding into her as his muscles spasmed and his mind blanked, hurtling headlong into welcome oblivion.

Rory had no idea how long they stood there, bodies entwined, sweat-slicked skin growing cool, but when they finally drew apart and Samira met his eyes with surprising shyness, he knew without a doubt this was what he’d needed tonight.

No words. No mulling. No second-guessing about auditions or coaches or opportunities.

Time enough for that tomorrow.

Four

Samira enjoyed sex. Sex was fun, relieved tension, helped promote sleep, and given the right partner, could be a fantastic aerobic workout.

Sex with Rory exceeded every preconception she’d ever had.

“Wow.” She fell back on the plump pillow for the second time in half an hour, totally and utterly blown away. Literally.

“That good?” He lay next to her and propped on an elbow, a self-satisfied smile playing about those heavenly lips. Correction: Lips that had sent her to heaven. Lips that could kiss and suck and coax the most amazing orgasms out of her, the type of orgasms she’d only ever dreamed about.

“Are you being cocky?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, broaching the short distance between them to place a long, lingering kiss on her lips. “You ready for more?”

“Oh. My. God.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if she’d be able to walk in the morning