Catching Him(How to Catch an Alpha #1) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,58
shoes.”
I do as he unhooks the button of my jeans and slides them and my panties down over my hips and knees. I kick both pieces of clothing to the side as his fingers trail along my stomach. I whimper when he drops to his knees, closing his mouth over my sex and dragging his tongue back and forth over my clit. My head falls back, and my clit pulses.
“Tyler.” I gasp for breath as he captures my hips with both his big hands, pulling me closer to his mouth. “Oh God.” I force my eyes to open and look down at the top of his head. Letting out a loud cry, I slide my fingers into his thick hair and roll my hips against his mouth. As I come, my head falls back against the wall with a thud, and my body starts to go limp.
“We’re not even close to done,” he tells me, locking one hand around my hip to keep me upright while sliding two fingers through my wet folds, circling my clit, then my entrance. My hips jerk in response, and our eyes lock. “You’re so wet.” He slips the tip of one finger inside me, swirling it. “So fucking wet.” My breathing is labored as he slides his finger out and replaces it with two, rubbing them up against my G-spot. “Put your leg over my shoulder, baby. Offer me up what belongs to me.”
I don’t hesitate. I lift my leg up over his shoulder, using my hands still in his hair for balance. As I’m spread open for him, his eyes drop from mine to between my legs, and he leans forward, circling my clit with his tongue. He groans against me as his fingers move ruthlessly inside me. My fingers hold tight to his hair as I cry out, feeling the muscles of my lower belly pulling tight.
“Tyler!” My hips jerk erratically as I slide over the edge again, seeing blinding white light on the outer edges of my vision. As I’m coming down from the high he just gave me, he picks me up, and I force my muscles to work as I lock my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. I hear his boots hitting the stairs and know we’re heading up to the loft bedroom. I lick his neck and kiss his ear, then nibble my way along his jaw to his mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He stops on the stairs, kissing me back as I fumble with his shirt. I let out a moan when I finally get it off his shoulders, and my breasts press against his warm skin. He groans in response, lifting me higher in his arms before he starts to move us up the stairs once more. When we hit the loft, he drops me to my back on the bed and looks down at me with his chest heaving. He bends, takes off his boots, then shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off. Him in nothing but his jeans, his hair a mess from my fingers, and his eyes dark with desire—I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on by the sight of him, even after coming twice already.
He unsnaps the buttons of his jeans and drags them down over his hips. His erection springs free, bouncing against his stomach, and my pulse quickens. He puts one knee on the bed and then the other while wrapping his hand around his length, and I spread my legs for him. He slides the tip up and down through my folds before he slides deep in one long stroke.
“Yes.” I hold on to his waist and lift my thighs, pressing them into his sides as he slides out, then back in. “Harder,” I beg, lifting my mouth to his. “Fuck me harder.”
With a growl, he gives me what I want and moves his hips harder and faster. I press my head back into the pillow and swivel my hips with each and every stroke.
“Tyler.” I know it’s coming. I feel the pull in my belly and know it’s not going to take much more to send me over the edge.
“Not yet.” He sits back, then rolls, and I settle on top of him with his hard cock still buried deep and his big hands on my ass. “Ride me,” he orders, thrusting his hips up into mine. “Hard and fast, baby.”