Boston Avant-Garde: Impetuous by Kaitlin Maitland Read Free Book Online Page A

Reason took a backseat to his desire for the woman in his arms. Delving a little deeper beneath her short skirt, he brushed her mound.
    Her little sound of pleasure ripped away the remainder of his control. Turning on his heel, Nicolai stalked back through the bar. Logan gave him an openmouthed look of surprise as he entered the kitchen. Nicolai clomped up the steps, pausing only long enough to open his door. Once inside, he took her straight to the bed and dumped her onto the neatly made surface.
    “Hey, you made the bed. Were you expecting company?”
    “Yeah, four hotties I met just before you got here. I’m going to take a shower. Tell them to wait when they come up.”
    She stuck out her tongue, and he had to turn away to hide a smile. He shouldn’t be encouraging this madness. It would be far wiser to call a cab and send her home for the second time in as many days. She didn’t belong at Jack’s, and she sure as hell didn’t belong in his bed. So why did he want her so bad that he was willing to overlook all the other issues?
    He closed the bathroom door and stripped out of his grimy clothing. Turning on the spray, he stepped in without waiting for it to heat up. Frigid water hit his flushed skin like a shower of tiny needles. It sluiced down his back and lowered his body temperature to a level that should’ve made rational thought possible. With his palms braced against the tile wall, he tried to analyze the possible plans of attack available to him.
    She’s just another woman.
    “Mind if I join you?”
    Naked and beautiful, she didn’t wait for an invitation. She pulled open the flimsy shower door and stepped right into the stall. “Shit, that’s cold!”
    Screw rational thought. His cock was now calling all the shots. Crystalline droplets sprinkled her soft skin, beading and rolling down her shapely curves. Her nipples peaked into hard little points. He remembered how they felt between his teeth and how they tasted beneath his tongue. His cock thickened, reaching toward his belly despite the frigid temperature of the water.
    She glanced down at the obvious evidence of his interest. “I thought you might need someone to help you wash.”
    Nicolai would’ve given her a clever comeback, except she chose that moment to squat down in the close quarters and wrap both hands around his shaft. His hands shot out to brace his weight on the walls. Water dripped down his bare forehead and ran into his eyes, but he couldn’t look away.
    “I don’t see a sponge handy. Guess I’ll have to suck it clean.”
    She gazed up at him and laved her tongue around the blunt tip of his cock. Getting a firm grip on his shaft, she sucked lightly on the head. Her tongue delved into the hole at the tip, and he had to clench his teeth to hold still. His balls were on fire. She planted the flat of her tongue against him and swirled around and around the head before swallowing him whole.
    His shaft slid past her teeth, bumping the back of her throat. She gave a throaty moan that sent a ripple of vibrations up and down his hypersensitive skin. Pulling back, she created suction that threatened to rip the cum straight from his dick. The desire to grab her head and fuck her mouth was overwhelming, but he wanted to be gentle. Reaching down with shaking hands, he pushed a stray strand of wet hair behind her ear.
    She cupped his tight sac in her hand and held it away from his body. Sucking his shaft in a series of rhythmic thrusts, she gently squeezed his balls at the same tempo. His heart hammered until it was thumping against his rib cage, and his breathing grew harsh.
    Nicolai could count on one hand the number of times he’d allowed himself to come in a woman’s mouth. His control didn’t allow it. He chose the moment of release, when his partner was ready, when he felt as though the time was ripe. This was different. The wild girl sucking his cock wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
    She increased her pace, kneading his sac