Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(46)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Slowly sliding his hand downward, he allowed his fingers to stroke gently over her hardened nipples, stopping long enough to cup one full breast, kneading it gently as she closed her eyes. Watching her pleasure was the equivalent of stroking his own cock; the mere sight brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Squeezing more firmly, he listened to her sharp intake of breath. He used his thumb and index finger to tweak her nipple hard, meeting her eyes when they flew open wide. Her chest was rising and falling with every labored breath she took, and it was intoxicating to watch. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed, letting go of her wrists and using both hands to knead her breasts, pulling her nipples between his fingers. His cock was rock hard between them, throbbing with the urgent need to bury himself inside of her.

Ignoring his own body, Tag lifted her breasts and teased the pebbled tip with his tongue, swirling around her nipple. The vibrations from her soft moans shocked his senses and had his cock pulsing. She was so damn responsive, and Tag loved the way she gave herself over to the sensations, never trying to rush him, just simply enjoying his touch.

It was a damn good thing he was such a patient man.

Chapter Fifteen

McKenna wasn’t sure whether her legs were going to hold her up much longer. Controlling the need to touch Tag, to taste him, was harder than she thought. But, the feel of his warm mouth on her skin was sensual torture in the most pleasant form.

For some reason, she expected this from him. Never rushing, always savoring. That’s the impression she had of him since the very first time their eyes met. Oh, she didn’t doubt that he could get down and dirty, but this was something deeper.

She would do her heart a gigantic favor if she would just remember that this was all about pleasure and nothing more. But something in the way he touched her, looked at her, felt like more than just two bodies coming together for the sake of it.

She forced her eyes to remain open so she could watch as his mouth devoured her breasts, one at a time, gently laving her sensitive nipples with his tongue before sucking hard, sending spasms of need to her clit. McKenna watched as his tongue traced down the center of her tummy, then teasing her navel as he lowered himself to one knee, propping the other up and then lifting her foot until it rested on his hard thigh.

Peering down the length of her body, she moaned when his fingers separated her labia, one thick finger grazing her clit as his eyes shot up and met hers.

There were no words, but they weren’t necessary. Their bodies were communicating in ways McKenna wasn’t familiar with but wanted more of. When his tongue slid through her slit, her body spasmed, and she had to focus on keeping her knees locked or sliding to the floor in a puddle.

Exquisite. Fucking. Torture.

Tag’s hot tongue invaded her, slowly tracing her folds, gently lapping at her clit, and then slowly sliding inside of her repeatedly.

“Tag!” She couldn’t take much more of this. She was hanging by a frayed thread, her orgasm within reach.

For several long minutes, Tag teased her with his tongue, his lips, but never allowing her to reach the pinnacle. When he stood abruptly, McKenna wanted to scream, but she settled on a groan. Then his mouth met hers and Tag took from her as she gave everything in return. She tasted herself on his lips, reveled in the intoxicating feel of his body pressed against hers.

“Turn around,” he whispered as he continued to pepper her mouth with soft kisses.

She didn’t hesitate as she turned around, planting her hands on the wall only to have her entire body pressed closer until her breasts were crushed against the cold slate, her hands trapped.

When Tag began the same sensual torture from the back of her neck down to her bottom, McKenna just knew she was going to explode. The gentle scrape from the stubble on his chin down her spine sent chills into her hair, another moan escaping.

“Please, Tag.” She wasn’t sure what it was she wanted, but she needed more.

His finger trailed from the base of her spine, down between the crack of her ass until he easily spread her legs and speared her pussy with two fingers. She did scream then, her body instinctively rocking against the intrusion as she felt him rise to his full height once again. She prayed he wouldn’t stop what he was doing because she was so close…

“That’s it, baby.” Tag’s gruff voice rumbled in her ear, and she turned her head.

He gripped her neck with one large hand, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip as he thrust his fingers into her pussy over and over until she lost it. Her knees threatened to buckle as her orgasm ricocheted like stray bullets through her insides, her stomach muscles clenching painfully.