The Expert’s Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(43)
Author: Jessica Clare

His eyes widened and he groaned as if in pain. “God, you don’t play fair.”

“Is this not fair?” She gave a tiny sigh. “All right. I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.”

And her hand slipped between her legs and she began to rub. She was so turned on that she couldn’t stop the whimper of tormented pleasure that escaped her the moment her fingers brushed up against her clit. Man, she was aroused. She began to slowly, torturously rub, making small noises with every circle of her fingers.

“Goddamn it, Brenna,” Grant rasped. He reached for her, then hesitated.

That was agony, too. She arched her back, letting her ni**les point into the air. She could feel the heat of him, the erection that was now stabbing against her back. And he wasn’t touching her? What more did she need to do? Brenna spread her legs wide and then used her other hand to spread her pu**y lips. She licked the fingers of her other hand and then slid them back down to her cl*t and began to rub some more. Not that she needed the moisture, but it was a showy, delicious gesture, just as much as spreading herself wide was. And as she began to rub herself again, she closed her eyes. “Grant,” she moaned deliberately.

She felt him stiffen underneath her, felt the low groan that he was biting back. One warm hand closed over her breast and she gasped when he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She began to rub herself harder, her fingers working faster as the shockwaves of pleasure tore through her. Even that small touch was enough to make her crazy with lust. “Grant,” she breathed again. “God, I wish you were touching me between my legs. Rubbing me hard so I could come—”

His fingers pinched her breast hard, and when she gave a little gasp of shock, it was followed by a squeal of pleasure when his hand covered hers over her pu**y and he began to rub in tandem with her. Oh yes, that was lovely. She whimpered when his fingers laced with hers, and then it was two sets of fingers rubbing along her clit, two sets of fingers sliding into the well of her pu**y and stroking deep. Two sets of fingers slick with her own juices. Her h*ps rolled in response to the touch, the mindless orgasm building to a frenzy deep inside her.

She looked over at him and was entranced at the fascination etched on his features. He watched her as she rubbed, the wet, slick noises the only sounds mingling with their breathing. His hand kneaded and rubbed her breast, teasing her nipple even as his other slicked in and out of her pu**y. And suddenly, she really, really wanted him deep inside her. Fucking her, on top of her with that same intense look of concentration on his face.

So she stopped rubbing, her hand trapping his. And she met his gaze. “Finish me off the right way?”

His response was to drag himself off the couch, nearly tumbling her to the ground. Then he was back a moment later, a condom in hand. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid it over his c**k before she could do more than pick herself up off the ground.

A quiver of excitement rushed through her and she tensed, waiting with anticipation to be tossed back down to the couch and plowed into, her legs trapped between them and knees at her ears.

But to her surprise, he moved close and instead of tossing her down on the couch? He pulled her in and gave her a long, wet, seeking kiss, full of tongue and promise. Brenna nearly melted against the heat of his mouth, the intensity with which he made love to her lips.

He pulled her arm to his neck, and she greedily twined her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. One big hand went to her thigh and hauled her leg up around his hips, and her other arm went to his neck. She clung to him to keep her balance and gasped when he dragged her other leg up around his waist.

They were standing, her h*ps cradled against his cock, her legs wrapped around him. Her eyes widened as she realized he intended on making love like this. He had to be strong as hell for something like this . . . and the thought was even more arousing.

He kissed her again, then murmured, “Guide me inside you, Brenna. I’ll hold you in place.”

She whimpered, working her h*ps against him again, then slid a hand away from his neck. His hands were tight on her thighs, cradling her in place without the slightest hint of her weight slipping. She reached between them, her fingers finding his latex-sheathed cock, and she flexed her own hips. He lifted her, steering a bit as she guided him to her entrance.

And then Grant pushed forward, his cockhead sinking into her warmth. And she was unable to stop the moan that escaped her as her muscles clenched with joy around him. God, this was definitely what she needed. Her hand went back to his neck and she flexed her h*ps even as he jerked his own, and she felt every inch of him dragging inside her, sliding into her wet, slick pu**y.

“Fuck, right there, Brenna. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” His hands dug into her hips, clenching her against him. His feet braced apart as he widened his stance, and then he lifted her hips, dragging her back down against his cock, and she could feel every inch of him.

“Ooh, that’s more like it.” She clenched her pu**y around him as he rocked into her again, her eyes closing with bliss. “If you could just keep doing that all night—”

His rough, choked laugh made her smile. “I’m going to come long before that, Brenna.”

“As long as you take me with you,” she told him breathlessly.

“Then ride me,” he said in a husky voice, and his hands drove her h*ps down on him again. And again. His movements became rougher and faster, and she whimpered with excitement as his thrusts worked her harder and harder. Every tiny movement rushed through her system in glorious, exquisite sensation. He stroked into her, and then paused. “Look at me, Brenna.”

She groaned, digging her nails into his skin in protest. “Why are you stopping?”

“Look at me,” he told her. “I want you to see me when you come.”

For some reason, just his command to stare at him while he pounded into her felt incredibly intimate. It was like peeling off a layer of privacy, and she kept her eyes squeezed shut for a moment longer, hoping he’d lose his control and start f**king her all over again.

But he didn’t. He just waited, his hands dug into her ass, his c**k deep inside of her. And she was squirming for release.

So she opened her eyes.

He drove into her again, his eyes holding her gaze. The moment was incredibly intense, and she could feel a spark run all the way down to her toes. A gasp escaped her, and she lost herself in his gaze as he continued to thrust into her, a look of such intense concentration on his face that she was aroused all over again.