Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,44
throat. The way the soft sacs beneath throbbed under my careful touch. That hot pulse and rush of blood in his shaft as I shifted my fingers to circle his width.
I wanted him to come in my mouth, probably more than I’d ever wanted anything. To hell with being greedy for myself. He’d given me so much already, and the hint of salt on my tongue was intoxicating.
But he didn’t give me the option.
He stepped back and left his cock bobbing between us, slick from me and so painfully hard that the tip was dark and dripping.
I licked my lips again. “I like how you taste.”
Groaning, he drew me to my feet. “Let’s see,” he said, and then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss spun out until I was lightheaded, but he was already on the move. He filled his hands with my breasts before lowering his head to suck on my nipples, first one then the other. Working them until they were gleaming wet and dark red from his lips and teeth.
I couldn’t stop writhing against him even as I held his head in place. I was so close to coming again, just from going down on him and his erotic kisses.
“I want you naked too, dammit,” I panted, tugging on his shirt.
He yanked it off from behind his head, giving me barely a moment to appreciate his toned abs and dark ink. Then he opened the door and pushed me down the low-lit hall into his bedroom. I didn’t know how many bathrooms this place had, or how many rooms, period, but the space seemed huge.
His bedroom especially.
The overwhelming masculinity of the heavy furniture and the enormous bed made me falter for a step before he simply plucked me up and placed me where he wanted me.
Dead center of his bed. Spread out and shaking like a virgin.
He didn’t say a word as he went to his nightstand. But I did.
“I’m on the pill. You don’t need that.”
Not that I believed in going without a condom normally, especially with a new lover. But this was Cooper, and after what we’d shared, it felt vital to finish this in the most elemental way possible. Messy and dirty and raw, no holds barred.
His hopeful expression would have been comical if my thighs hadn’t been clenched with anticipation. “You trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Do you?”
He put his knee on the bed and crawled over me, a long, lean jungle cat about to pounce. “With my life.”
I twisted my arms together above my head on the bed. I needed him to know that I was placing myself in his care, body and soul.
The emotion in his gaze rocked me. Enough that I almost didn’t feel his length grazing my pussy before he grasped his shaft and circled the head of it over my clit, again and again.
Then I could feel nothing else.
I arched into his strokes, wordlessly begging him for more. And soon realized dizzily that the bastard wasn’t going to do what I wanted until I came again.
Even if he had to play dirty.
When the head of him moved just a fraction lower than I anticipated, my eyes flashed open and locked on his. “I might not live through it, but you’re welcome to try.”
“Fuck, Teagan. I’m the one who might not live through it. Or this.” He slid all the way inside me with a silky thrust, so smoothly that the momentary pain that followed didn’t slow down my already rising and falling hips.
I wanted this—him—with everything I was. If I was going to not be able to walk tomorrow, then I was damn sure going on the ride of my life tonight.
He pinched my nipples, and the pleasure jolted right to my clit. Degree by degree, he lowered down on top of me, bracing most of his weight on the forearm he laid on the bed near my head. Then he started to fuck me in deep, slow thrusts that made my eyes cross. No tricks. No fancy leg lifted to the ceiling business. He just made room for himself inside me as if my pussy had been made solely for him and killed me softly with the relentless hammering of his hips into mine.
“I’m not going to last.”
I barely heard him through the sound of my own moans. And then, the half scream that ripped from my chest as he bore down just right, and my need reached its peak. Spasms wracked me, endless