A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,38

tugging me farther into him. “That’s how I want you, Fitz. Nice and deep and so fucking hard.”

This man. I can barely wrest any control from him. Even when I try, he takes it all from me with that filthy, beautiful mouth. If I thought it was sexy when he said my name before, that’s nothing to how he says it now, in the heat of the moment while I’m inside him.

I try though, thrusting into him, stroking out. We find the perfect rhythm in seconds and keep it going. But the need to get closer consumes me. I lower myself, bracing on my elbows, my chest inches from his. Sparks tear across my body, and I fuck him like that, thrusting, pumping.

Filling him.

As his hands clasp my ass.

As his face, his gorgeous face, twists with pleasure.

As his lips, full and decadent, part while he breathes out hard with every thrust.

Dean lets himself savor every second of it, of us.

And the sounds he makes burn me up.

Yes.

So good.

Fucking yes.

I can barely take it.

I can barely last with the way he is, how he responds, how much he wants me.

He seems to want me as much as I want him, and I can’t count that high.

There isn’t a number big enough to define how much I want this man.

Pleasure roars through me, intense wave after wave, and I want to just fuck into blissful oblivion, till we are drowning in orgasms.

But Dean set the bar high earlier, and I am not going to fail.

I am not going to come too soon.

I rise up so I’m kneeling, grab his hips, and slam him hard on my cock.

Which doesn’t help matters.

But that’s okay. I know what I’m doing. I know how to slow down. And that’s what I do, stealing control back from him. I downshift like the music, like the low pulse of the playlist.

I slow-fuck him like this, with long, leisurely thrusts, taking my sweet time, driving into him, then pulling out, almost, almost all the way, but not quite.

The whole time I watch him, savoring the pleasure in Dean’s eyes, the way his lips part, how his chest moves, and how insanely hot and hard his perfect dick is.

I grab his cock, wrapping my fist tight around it, stroking as I fuck him. He feels so damn good in my hand, and the anguished twist in his features tells me everything.

“You like that? When I do this while I fuck you?” I give his hard shaft a tight squeeze, sliding my hand up to the head, then back down again.

Dean groans. “Yeah, just a little.”

“Or maybe if I do this,” I say, sliding out halfway, still stroking him.

His hips jerk up, trying to bring me back to him. “You fucking tease,” he moans.

I wiggle my brows. “You like just the tip?” Letting go of his dick, I pull nearly all the way out, then pause, holding us in place just like this. “You like it like that, when I drive you crazy?”

Dean rises onto his elbows, his eyes furious. “I liked it better when you were all the way in me,” he says, sliding a hand down his perfect chest, headed straight for his cock. He grips himself, toying with his dick—teasing me now. “Do you enjoy being teased, Fitz?”

My eyes lock on the man under me, his hand curled loosely around his thick shaft, his fist leisurely, languidly gliding up and down his length. A shudder wracks my body. I am shaking as desire rips through me. Watching this man pump his beautiful cock is unraveling me.

Whatever tenuous hold I had on fucking him spirals away as Dean taunts me.

I’m pretty much a lost cause.

My balls tighten, and pleasure barrels down my spine. “You want it hard? You want me deep?”

“I do.”

“Then come with me. Come with me really fucking soon,” I rasp as I drive back into him, burying my cock so deep that the sound he makes is obscene. It’s the most delicious, fevered sound I’ve ever heard, a groan ripped straight from his chest.

“Fuck,” Dean pants out. “Yes, that’s so fucking good.”

And it’s more than good.

It’s electric and wild and mind-bending as I take over for him and grip his hard shaft in my palm, pumping him as my orgasm marches through my body.

Taking no prisoners.

Leaving nothing behind.

“Coming,” he groans.

“Me too, babe. Coming so fucking hard.” I grunt as my release takes over, my vision blurring, my brain firing a thousand million pleasure receptors as my