Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7)(23)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Put those on,” he demanded gruffly.

Instead of obeying, she slid a finger into her cleft. “But I want to play some more first. Don’t you want to play with me?”

Fuck yes, he wanted to play with her, but he said, “Not until tomorrow.”

She sighed—loud and long—and reached for her panties. “You are going to give me a complex.”

He watched her slip her shapely legs into her panties and pull them up, lifting her butt off the bed to draw them over her hips. She put those goddamned leather pants on next. He’d have thought her covering some skin would cool his ardor, but if anything, those sexy-as-fuck leather pants made his cock even harder. He wasn’t sure how that was physically possible, but God, he wanted her. She caught him watching and yanked her top open, the snaps popping free all at once to expose her lacy pink bra. She tossed the shirt aside and he expected her to put on the black T-shirt she’d purchased, but instead she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra, tossing it aside to bare her breasts.

“Madison,” he said. He’d meant it to be chastisement for making him delirious with lust, but the word came out as a tormented groan. “What are you doing?”

“Wearing my leather,” she said and shrugged into her new jacket. Not bothering to zip the garment, she reached for a discarded cowboy boot and began to tug it on.

He couldn’t help but stare open-mouthed at the inner curves of her breasts, exposed for his delight between the open edges of the jacket. She stomped into her second boot and stood, sweeping both hands beneath her mass of golden-brown curls to pull her hair free of her jacket. The movement gave him a glimpse of her rosy nipples and sent his tenuous grasp on self-control into a tailspin.

In an instant he had her pressed up against the back of the door, his mouth on hers, hands filled with her soft breasts, thigh lodged firmly between her legs and his painfully hard cock ground against her hip. He was far too aroused to stop her when her fingers began to unfasten his fly. Too excited to protest when her soft, gentle hands tugged his cock free of his pants. Too close to exploding to do anything but groan as she slid down the door to her knees and brought the head of his cock to her lips. She held the shaft in both hands as she kissed and sucked and licked the over-sensitized head. He burrowed his hands in her hair, concentrating hard on not moving, on not ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her face. His fingers dug into her scalp, and he cried out as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. She pulled him deep, then deeper still, until his cockhead was lodge in the back of her throat. She sucked hard as she pulled slowly away.

He groaned, his balls full to bursting. He wouldn’t last long, and he was too excited to care. When his cock popped free of her mouth, she grasped it in her hand, her thumb massaging the tip gently. He looked down at her, on her knees at his feet with his cock inches from her sweet lips, and his balls tightened in expectation.

She grinned deviously and tucked his cock back into his pants before rapidly closing his fly.

“You aren’t the only one who knows how to tease,” she said.

She climbed to her feet and zipped her jacket, stopping just below her breasts so that the soft globes were pressed up and together with their tips barely covered, presenting him with the most mind-boggling, cock-teasing cleavage he’d ever encountered.

Oh fuck, he was in trouble.

Chapter Seven

A warm, wet something tugged at Madison’s nipple and pulled her from a fretful sleep. Her fingers tangled in Adam’s hair and held his mouth to her eager breast. He stroked her quivering belly, fingers trailing lower until all she could think about was how cruel he was for keeping her in this perpetual state of arousal all night and not giving her the release she so desperately needed. She held in her sighs of pleasure, tensed her muscles so her writhing didn’t give her away. She’d never been turned on enough to come simply by having her nipple sucked and her tummy stroked, but she was almost there. Just a little more stimulation and she could finally let go of all the sexual tension driving her crazy.

Her body betrayed her by shuddering involuntarily, and Adam lifted his head. He smiled at her, stroking her hair from her face. They’d made a pact not to give themselves release and though she couldn’t deny she wanted to lock herself in the bathroom and take matters into her own hands, she knew he was setting her up for something spectacular and she didn’t want to ruin his surprise. Besides, she knew he was hurting for fulfillment as much as she was. He wasn’t withholding her peak to be cruel; he was doing it to make what came later all the more exciting. It had taken her hours of pleading and coaxing the night before for her to arrive at this conclusion, and the man had maintained his agenda without succumbing to his own desire. But if he slipped up this morning and finally gave her the release she craved, she wouldn’t complain. Hell, she’d probably cry in relief.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. A devious glint sparked in his steel-gray eyes.

“Not especially,” she said. “Some guy kept disturbing my rest.”

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said. “How did he disturb your rest?”

“His favorite tactic was to kiss my pink flesh.”

“Such as your lips?” he murmured before brushing a gentle kiss against her lips.

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “But he seemed more interested in my southerly parts.”

He rose to straddle her thighs, leaning forward to take her breasts in either hand. He massaged her nipples until they pebbled beneath his thumbs, straining for further attention. “Are you talking about this pink flesh?” he asked, pinching her nipples and drawing a gasp from her.

“Yes, those, but he went into the Deep South,” she said breathlessly, “and set up camp.”

Perhaps he’d reconsidered his intention to tease her mercilessly and was finally ready to take her. She lifted her head to gaze down between her breasts, and her heart thudded wildly in appreciation of the sight of his stone-hard cock. He released one breast to take his length in his hand and rubbed its tip into the cleft between her swollen lips. She squirmed, trying to spread her legs, but they were immobilized beneath his thighs.

“He kissed you here?” he asked, a fabricated look of concern on his handsome face. “While you were trying to sleep?”

“He did,” she said, clinging to the bedclothes so her hands didn’t get too grabby. She wanted to toss him on his back and ride that long, thick cock of his for hours. “But that wasn’t the worst of it.”