Boston Avant-Garde 2 - Crescendo by Maitland Kaitlin Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Maitland Kaitlin
Tags: Contemporain
but lately things have started to change.” Joshua hadn’t intended to jab at her. He had the oddest inclination to make it better, but there was too much space between them. Stepping out from behind the counter, he moved toward her.
She dropped the fork and swung the barstool away from him. “All right, then. I’m off to bed.”
He didn’t want her to go. He wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
He grabbed the stool with his hand and pulled her back around. Pushing his way between her parted knees, he lifted a long strand of hair away from her cheek. “Sometimes I understand so completely why you fascinate him.”
She exhaled, her breath brushing his skin. The sensation was like a straight shot of lust. Her lips parted, and her tongue slicked across their surface. He brushed a thumb over their petal softness, longing to see them wrapped around Seth’s shaft while his best friend slid his cock into her throat.
Cupping her face, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. She tasted of his cooking and her own feminine freshness. He entered her mouth, his tongue mating with hers. He sampled her slowly, savoring the sensation of her yielding body as she melted into him. Each stroke, each thrust brought her closer and closer until she’d all but crawled up his chest.
The sweater had to go. He hooked his thumbs into the hem and tugged it over her head in one motion. She whimpered, but he renewed his assault on her mouth before she could voice any protest. He didn’t want her words. He wanted her body. To have what Seth had craved so intensely.
Bending her over one arm, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her pert, round breasts as they bobbed before him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air before hardening into points. Dipping his head, he took one between his teeth and gave it a light nip. She trembled in his arms, her head lolling backward.
After pressing one last kiss to her nipple, he moved to the other breast. He traced the line where pale skin met the darker areola. Each swipe of his fingertip edged closer to the sensitive center. When she began to squirm, he leaned down and swept his tongue across the taut surface.
“Please, Josh. I need more.”
He brushed the line of her jaw with his lips, pausing to place a kiss beneath her ear. She tilted her head to one side, and he nibbled her earlobe. “Tell me what you need.”
His cock pressed painfully against his slacks until he thought they might strangle it. Reaching down, he adjusted his rock-hard length. His body shuddered at the contact, and he knew he was further along the road to losing control than he should have been. If he wasn’t careful, he would give in to the urge to take her hard on the nearest horizontal surface.
“I need to touch you.”
The words nearly undid him. Had she said them or had his lust fabricated them? Her hands found the button on his fly. She grappled with his zipper, tugging at the fabric until he was free.
“You’re so perfect, Joshua.”
Her soft hands stroked his cock from base to tip. He closed his eyes tight against the urge to come. Ejaculation would be the end of this sensual torture. Air turned to fire in his lungs, and the countertop bit deeply into his palms as he fought to stay upright.
Bold strokes and light touches, she used a combination of both to bring him to the brink of explosion. The skin of his shaft grew hot and tight as she pumped him in a steady rhythm designed to drive him mad. Liquid beaded at the tip, her fingers tangling in the silky fluid, dragging it over the swollen head and down across the sensitive flange.
He groaned, clenching his ass cheeks to stave off his climax. He’d never needed to come so badly, but he’d never wanted to last so desperately either.
She flicked her tongue across the ridged surface of his abdomen, and his knees nearly buckled. “God, woman, you’re undoing me.”
“Then come undone.”
Her strokes became more demanding, stretching his skin to a point
She dropped the fork and swung the barstool away from him. “All right, then. I’m off to bed.”
He didn’t want her to go. He wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
He grabbed the stool with his hand and pulled her back around. Pushing his way between her parted knees, he lifted a long strand of hair away from her cheek. “Sometimes I understand so completely why you fascinate him.”
She exhaled, her breath brushing his skin. The sensation was like a straight shot of lust. Her lips parted, and her tongue slicked across their surface. He brushed a thumb over their petal softness, longing to see them wrapped around Seth’s shaft while his best friend slid his cock into her throat.
Cupping her face, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. She tasted of his cooking and her own feminine freshness. He entered her mouth, his tongue mating with hers. He sampled her slowly, savoring the sensation of her yielding body as she melted into him. Each stroke, each thrust brought her closer and closer until she’d all but crawled up his chest.
The sweater had to go. He hooked his thumbs into the hem and tugged it over her head in one motion. She whimpered, but he renewed his assault on her mouth before she could voice any protest. He didn’t want her words. He wanted her body. To have what Seth had craved so intensely.
Bending her over one arm, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her pert, round breasts as they bobbed before him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air before hardening into points. Dipping his head, he took one between his teeth and gave it a light nip. She trembled in his arms, her head lolling backward.
After pressing one last kiss to her nipple, he moved to the other breast. He traced the line where pale skin met the darker areola. Each swipe of his fingertip edged closer to the sensitive center. When she began to squirm, he leaned down and swept his tongue across the taut surface.
“Please, Josh. I need more.”
He brushed the line of her jaw with his lips, pausing to place a kiss beneath her ear. She tilted her head to one side, and he nibbled her earlobe. “Tell me what you need.”
His cock pressed painfully against his slacks until he thought they might strangle it. Reaching down, he adjusted his rock-hard length. His body shuddered at the contact, and he knew he was further along the road to losing control than he should have been. If he wasn’t careful, he would give in to the urge to take her hard on the nearest horizontal surface.
“I need to touch you.”
The words nearly undid him. Had she said them or had his lust fabricated them? Her hands found the button on his fly. She grappled with his zipper, tugging at the fabric until he was free.
“You’re so perfect, Joshua.”
Her soft hands stroked his cock from base to tip. He closed his eyes tight against the urge to come. Ejaculation would be the end of this sensual torture. Air turned to fire in his lungs, and the countertop bit deeply into his palms as he fought to stay upright.
Bold strokes and light touches, she used a combination of both to bring him to the brink of explosion. The skin of his shaft grew hot and tight as she pumped him in a steady rhythm designed to drive him mad. Liquid beaded at the tip, her fingers tangling in the silky fluid, dragging it over the swollen head and down across the sensitive flange.
He groaned, clenching his ass cheeks to stave off his climax. He’d never needed to come so badly, but he’d never wanted to last so desperately either.
She flicked her tongue across the ridged surface of his abdomen, and his knees nearly buckled. “God, woman, you’re undoing me.”
“Then come undone.”
Her strokes became more demanding, stretching his skin to a point