Making His Move (5 page)

“Jesus, Soph. You feel so fucking good on my cock. As hot and wet as a mouth, but a thousand times softer.”

“You f-feel huge,” she gasped.

“Your hot little cunt is making me that way. You’re so goddamn perfect and tight, you’re going to feel me even when I’m not inside you. I
want
that, Soph. I want you to remember how hard I fucked you every time you so much as take a breath.”

“Yes. God, yes. You know I will.”

There’d been a couple of times, since he’d found her kneeling in the middle of the hallway, that he’d been worried his raw language might be too much for her. God only knew he had no filter around her. But it was becoming increasingly clear that she got off on his dirty talk — even when she was blushing like crazy. And, God, did he love those blushes.

Through narrowed eyes, Chris took in the way she was stretched out beneath him, and was overcome with the primitive need to fuck her harder than he’d ever taken any other woman before. The sofa wasn’t nearly big enough, their position awkward as he pressed her into the deep cushions, her hips caught on the padded arm as she spread for him, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was being in her, thrusting his aching dick into that creamy, clenching cunt, until he was sure she could feel him slamming against her heart, his rhythm powerful and possessive.

Her cushiony, hungry pussy was going to be the death of him, but at least he’d die with a smile on his face. He’d never had a woman who was so tight and plush and hot, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth down there and explore all of her. Taste and lick every sweet, swollen, drenched little inch of her. To have her spill her rich juices in his mouth, flooding his face with them.

Christ, there wasn’t a single way he didn’t hunger to take her. He wanted her on her knees, sucking his heavy dick as he fed it down her slender throat, watching her eyes, holding her stare. Wanted her bent over, screaming in ecstasy, as he reamed her pink little ass while he pumped her cunt with three fingers...and made her beg for release. Wanted the two of them laid out, sixty-nining until the sheets were soaked in their sweat and cum. Wanted her handcuffed and spread, creaming at the slow push of his thick cock as he forced it into her tight little body, his eyes glued on the brutal sight of her delicate flesh stretched so impossibly wide as she took him in.

Right now, though, he craved the feel of her going over. Of having that hot pussy pumping him for his cum, while she shouted his name in that deliciously husky voice of hers.

“I can’t wait much longer, and I want you coming with me, Soph.”

“I’m close,” she panted, eyes bright and glazed with pleasure as she stared up at him, her soft lips red and swollen from the way he’d claimed them.

Switching her wrists to one hand, he pushed the other under her sweet ass and lifted her as he rooted deeper, searching for that fleshy bundle of nerves inside her with the head of his dick. He knew he’d found it when she suddenly arched and shouted, her lush cunt beginning to flutter around him. Using the thick rim that circled his cockhead, he worked that sensitive spot over and over, fucking her so hard sweat was dripping from his brow, stinging his eyes. But he didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was making Sophie shatter with pleasure, and when it happened only seconds later, her beautiful eyes damn near glowing with ecstasy as she started to pulse and clench, milking his rutting dick like she wanted to wring him dry, he acted like a fucking animal. Literally.

Eyes screwed shut, Chris caught the exquisite curve of her shoulder with his teeth, and slammed himself into her so hard that it forced the sofa across the hardwood floor and into the heavy end table, sending the lamp crashing to the floor in a shattering crunch of metal and glass. He was pretty sure he shouted and cursed things that he never had before as he erupted into the condom, a primitive part of him wishing like hell that he was coming inside her without the latex. That he was filling up that perfect little pussy with his sizzling cum, drenching her in it until it was squeezing out around his cock and dripping back into the crack of her ass. It was the most primal, visceral,
possessive
thought that Chris had ever had about another human being, and in that moment, he understood something that he’d suspected since the first time Sophie Ward had looked at him across the table in that restaurant on the day he’d met her, and given him one of her sweet, beautiful smiles.

He knew what this was. What he’d found.

She was fucking amazing. A woman unlike anyone he’d ever known.

And he wanted her to be
his
.

A
s soon as their breathing had slowed, Sophie found herself being lifted until she was sitting on the arm of the sofa, Chris’s big hands undoing a couple of buttons and then ripping the delicate fabric of her blouse over her head. The move was so sudden that she almost missed the intense, feral look of hunger that fell over his rugged face the second he set eyes on her bra-covered breasts. Like her panties, she wore a peach satin bra, the warm color impossible to resist when she’d found it at the mall. But the bra was gone an instant later, and she closed her eyes as Chris’s hands settled high on her ribs, rubbing against her sides as he stared down at her bared chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, and while she usually would have thought that was a load of bullcrap, seeing as how she was barely a B-cup, in that moment, she actually believed him. She might not see herself that way, but it was clear from the edge in Chris’s voice that
he
did. She wasn’t built like a voluptuous starlet, but it didn’t matter, because he didn’t seem to give a damn. He seemed to like her just the way she was, even if he probably did outweigh her by ninety pounds.

His strong arms scooped her off the sofa, cradling her against his solid chest as he carried her through the condo, heading straight for the open door of a spacious, beautiful bathroom that was tiled in shades of rich coffee and cream and veined with gold. Flicking on a low light, he set her beside the sink on the marble counter, his hands pushing her thighs wide so that he could stand between her knees, six-plus-feet of rippling muscle and golden skin. He took a second to work the condom off his still firm cock, tossing it into the trash bin. Then his big hands curled around the undersides of her breasts, holding their light weight and plumping them up.

“I knew it,” he said in a low voice, her small pink nipples tightening instantly from the cold and his hot stare. “I fucking knew you would be this beautiful under all those damn lab coats. I
knew
,” he rasped, staring down at her from beneath the tawny slash of his brows.

She opened her mouth to respond, but there was no time before he was sucking the tip of a breast into his hot mouth, his cheeks and tongue pulling as if he’d suckle all the deep, dark, hidden desires she had buried inside to the surface. Pull them free with the mind-shattering feel of his mouth hungrily working her nipple, the sounds he made and the way he touched her telling her that he took as much pleasure from the act as she did, if not more.

Then he was helping her to lie back until her shoulders were pressed against the mirror, his hands gripping behind her knees and pushing them out wide at her sides. She moaned, loving the sinful feeling of her swollen pussy pulling open, puffy vaginal lips separating while her hands fisted at her sides. It was a decadent rush, opening beneath his glittering, carnal gaze, the rich, pulsing pleasure spilling over when his wicked fingers joined in, touching her as if he owned her.

He peeled her lips farther apart, revealing every pink, private detail that was glistening with her cum, her inner thighs wet, the moisture slipping all the way back to her ass.

Licking her lips, she whispered, “I’m really wet.”

Chris sucked in a sharp breath. “I know, baby. And it’s so damn pretty.” He held her lips spread wide with one hand, eyes fixed in a greedy stare as he used two fingers on his other hand to stroke her from her tight little asshole up to her delicate, swollen clit. Slick, glistening cream coated his fingers, seeping from the tiny opening he was dying to get his tongue inside, before shoving it full of his dick again. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen, Soph. Pink and puffy and dripping with juices.”

She made a murmured, indistinct sound of pleasure that went straight to his groin. He watched as he pushed the two fingers he’d been stroking her with up inside her, mesmerized by the way her tight entrance had to stretch to take him. It was amazing he was even able to get his cock inside her, she was so tiny and tight.

“You ready?” he grunted, loving the way she hugged his fingers as he pulled them free. His fingers gleamed like they’d been dipped in honey, and he brought them to his mouth, greedily licking them clean.

Her response was breathless as she watched him. “Ready for what?”

Undone by her incredible taste, Chris was already lowering his head, his thumbs holding her open so that he could get to every part of her. Something that sounded like a snarl surged up from his chest, bursting past his lips just as they connected with all that lush, moist perfection. He ate his way into her drenched pussy as if he’d find the answer to life nestled there within her wet, slippery lips, seeking it with his tongue as he penetrated her tiny hole and thrust up into the tight, constricted sheath, tasting the thick slickness of her orgasm. It was so fucking good he could have lived off it. Could have kept his face buried in her mouthwatering cunt for the rest of his fucking life and died happy.

Licking his way up to her clit, he worked the tight bundle of nerves with the flat of his tongue as he penetrated her with two long fingers, curling them forward until he found the spongy pad of flesh that made her gush with moisture. Sucking hard on her clit, he had a surreal moment when he flicked his heavy-lidded gaze up and locked it tight with hers, stunned that this was actually happening. That he finally had Sophie Ward under his lips and tongue, and was lapping at her exquisite taste, the way he’d craved for what felt like fucking forever. That she’d come with him, giving herself to him so sweetly...so passionately, as if she’d been craving him every bit as much as he’d been craving her.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, experiencing a jarring moment of agitation over how
desperately
he needed her. “Can’t get deep enough
in
you. You’re fucking killing me, Soph.”

He’d meant for the words to be a sort of warning, to them both, that they needed to move forward a little more carefully, before this burning, incessant hunger under his skin took them to a place she wasn’t prepared for — but that wasn’t how she took them. Instead, her rosy lips parted for an excited gasp, her breaths quickening as she flushed even pinker with desire, and he found himself jerking away from her with a jolt of panic. His back bumped into the wall behind him, hands clenching and releasing at his sides as he watched her through narrowed eyes, his fucking chest heaving with his hard, ragged breaths. The last thing in the world that he wanted was to put space between them, but he needed a moment to get his head on straight. To make the leap from wanting her...to goddamn
requiring
her to keep his sanity.

But Sophie didn’t seem willing to accept the distance. Instead of taking a moment to regroup, she hopped off the counter in a graceful move that caused those gorgeous little tits to jiggle in a way that made his cock even harder. He was so fucking engorged, his ruddy shaft even more swollen and aching than it’d been before, that it made his breath hiss through his teeth. He clenched his jaw, struggling for control, only to give a harsh, choked shout as she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached up, wrapping those soft, feminine hands around his dick. He tucked his chin into his chest, staring down at her with what had to be a purely feral expression as she flicked those big, beautiful eyes up, locking her smoky gaze with his narrow one. Then she pulled his heavy cockhead to her open mouth, her pink tongue giving his tight flesh a hungry lick right over the slit, where he was leaking creamy drops of pre-cum, the tip of her tongue rooting into the opening until he gave an excited growl. With a soft, satisfied laugh that vibrated against his head, she opened those pink lips and took him inside her hot, silky mouth. She experimented for a moment, laving and sucking, trying to work her way around his thickness, her lips stretched tight, and he couldn’t stop himself from threading his fingers into her soft hair and curving them around her skull.

But he didn’t yank her closer. And he didn’t hold her still so he could shove himself deeper.

He didn’t need to. Because Sophie seemed determined to blow away every goddamn brain cell that he had all on her own.

Without any warning, she moved her hands from the base of his dick to his hips, and started taking more of him into her talented little mouth. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears as he watched the determination darken her gaze, her nostrils flaring as she took him so fucking deep that the head of his cock pressed against the opening of her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but the crazy little genius who could think circles around him didn’t jerk away. Instead, she pulled back only far enough that she could pull in a breath through her nose, then she did it again, and the sound of her gagging on the fat head of his cock was so fucking hot he had to reach down and squeeze his balls to keep from shooting his load straight down her throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, loving the way her innocent mouth looked with his dick shoved so far inside it. But this needed to be about
her
, damn it. This was his one shot to make her realize how incredible they were together, and he couldn’t blow it by letting
her
blow him into a state of mindless lust.

Careful not to hurt her, Chris pulled her off his gleaming dick, picked her up, and set her back on the counter. Cupping her confused face in his hands, he looked deep into her beautiful, expressive eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispered, her voice sounding even huskier than before. “This.
Us
. Together.”

“How, Sophie?” He stroked her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby girl.”

Voice so soft he could barely hear her, she said, “Take me to bed.”

“Then what?”

“H-hold me down,” she stammered, her face an adorable shade of pink. “Or...you know. You could tie me up.”

Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing — that he could be that fucking lucky. “Are you — ” He drew in a breath. “Are you saying you want me to restrain you, Soph?”

The heat in her face flared hotter beneath his thumbs as they swept across her flushed skin. She wet her lips with her tongue, and confessed, “I’ve never...never done anything like that. But...I think about it...with
you
.” She blinked up at him, looking a little dazed by what she was admitting. “To be honest, Chris, I’ve thought about it
a lot
.”

“You’re sure?” he pressed, knowing how much trust an act like that required. And as badly as he wanted it, craved it, there wasn’t any way in hell he would push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with.

“Yes, I’m sure. I mean, if it’s something that you would be interested in, too.”

“Jesus. You are so fucking incredible,” he growled, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Is that a yes?”

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he told her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear. “I’ve fantasized about tying your sexy little ass up for months now.”

As if to prove just how true those words were, Chris quickly lifted her off the counter, turned her around, and gathered her wrists at the small of her back, one on top of the other. Using the belt from the robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door, he bound her wrists together, careful not to make the hold too tight, grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet, and pulled it on. Then he bent a softly panting Sophie over the counter, and pushed her right leg up until it rested by her side, the explicit pose opening her up so that he could see every slippery, exquisite detail as he fit his swollen cockhead to her opening and started pushing his way in.

“Christ, baby. I wish you could see this,” he rasped, his hands holding her slender waist as he worked into her deeper...and deeper. “Your beautiful little pussy is stretched so wide for my cock. I know I should go easy on you, because you’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I...can’t. You make me feel like a goddamn animal.”