Come Hot (Club Silken #2) - Jerrie Alexander Page 0,25
then slides me back down, setting the rhythm. “Ride me. Give me every fucking drop of your cum.”
I lean forward, find the perfect angle where my pulsing clit contacts his pubic bone, and rock back and forth, up and down, feeling every inch of his steely cock. His hands tweak my nipples, and I feel my orgasm building. Nothing exists but Nick, me, and the response of our bodies. “Nick. More. More.”
His hips rise faster, harder, his hand slides between us and his finger rubs my clit. “Come. Soak my cock.”
Waves of pleasure tear through me. My pussy clenches again and again until I fly so high, stars explode. My entire body floats on air for what seems like forever.
Nick turns us over without ever leaving my body. His mouth takes mine in a punishing, erotic kiss. Then he surprises me by pulling out and kneeling between my legs.
“I need your sweet juices on my tongue. Come again.”
“No. I can’t.”
“You will.” He sounds different. His voice is gravely and hoarse.
My body is still jerking and twitching when he sucks on my sensitive clit. His fingers easily slide inside me and find that spot that fires every nerve in my body.
The wave hits again. This time tossing me and pulling me back under. I never want this feeling to stop, but it does, and I collapse.
I open my eyes and hear movement downstairs. The bed is empty. The cobwebs in my brain finally shake loose and I remember I’m in Nick’s bed. I move and discover a few aches and pains that weren’t there yesterday. How does a woman fall asleep on Nick Bianco? Why don’t I remember him coming?
I slide out of the four-poster bed and realize it’s more elaborate than the living room furniture. I run to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. I can’t stop smiling. Who wouldn’t after three, or was it four, orgasms in one night? I think it was three. I do my business, wash my face, and fish out the rubber band that’s knotted in my hair. His brush is on the counter, so I use it and leave my hair loose. His pullover is closest to me, so I slip it over my head and go downstairs.
“Hungry?” His back is to me, yet he knew I was behind him. Nick does a half turn and looks at me. He’s wearing black boxers and holding a whisk in his hand. He’s beating the hell out of what I assume are eggs.
“Starving.” My heart does a cartwheel. There’s nothing sexier than a man in his underwear in the kitchen. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”
“I don’t, really. I hope you like ham and cheese omelets for dinner because that’s the only thing I know how to fix.”
“Tell me how to help.” His broad back tapers to a narrow waist, but it’s his ass that makes my mouth water. How had I not noticed before? I move behind him and slide my hands under his waistband. “My God, your ass could win awards.”
“Thanks. You let me know when the next ass contest is scheduled, and I’ll enter.” He pours the eggs into a frying pan and dumps chopped ham on top before turning fully around. “There’s nothing for you to do except keep me company.” He pulls me against his bare chest and kisses me. What begins as soft and romantic turns into whose tongue can dominate. He wins, but I enjoy the taste of toothpaste and coffee. “Well, you can set the table,” he whispers against my lips before turning back to the stove.
The plates and silverware are already sitting on the counter, so I grab them and set the table. I open the fridge and take out a jug of tomato juice, pouring him a glass and taking a bottle of water for me. A horrible thought hits me. “What day and time is it?”
He taps the display screen on the stove. “Sunday at seven thirty p.m. Why?” Nick winks at me and slides a huge omelet on a platter. He opens the warmer and retrieves a plate of toast and hands it to me. “Let’s eat.”
“I was afraid I’d slept all night and it was early Monday morning.” I grab some jelly from the fridge and follow him to the table. The cheese on top of the omelet is melting and covering the eggs. “It smells delicious.”
Nick pulls out my chair and I take a seat. His hand