Smut in the City (Absolute Erotica) (19 page)

“I think you made the earth move,” I teased as his mouth crushed down on mine and he kissed me deeply. I tasted my own rich flavour and shivered when he pinched my nipples hard enough to accent the pleasure he’d just given me.

“Not yet. But soon.” And then he was sucking at me again, his teeth gentle but insistent on my clit until I curled my fingers to his white-white bed and lifted my hips. All manners gone, all fear gone, I mashed myself to his willing mouth and let him lick every bit of moisture from me until I came again and gave him more.

His body was long and lean and as warm as the city when he leaned up over me groping in his nightstand. He found the drawer and before I could even get my bearings he was rolling the condom on, the sharp smell of latex filling the room.

When he shoved his arms under my knees and lifted them up, parting me, I let him. I was willing and boneless as he parted my thighs to rub the head of his cock to my slick split. He traced me - back to front, back to front - until I was begging him with my body and then he slid into me with an even stroke that took my breath away. Clint’s lips met mine and he swallowed any sound I might have made as we started to move together.

My hips arched up almost on their own to open to him as he drove into me, holding my legs in his big hands. He kissed me again, curling his tongue to mine so I could taste myself there. I came again and he licked my soft sounds from my lips.

I grabbed his hips and tugged him to me, moving up to meet him, desperate beyond words to give him the same as he’d given me.

I watched his blue eyes narrow and his generous mouth grow thin with concentration. “You’re pushing me,” he whispered and then he smiled.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I want you to feel as good as you made me feel,” I said. Then I nipped his shoulder with my teeth so he hissed.

His hips rocked from side to side and his rhythm grew faster. I could tell he was on the edge and when I nipped him again, he groaned.

“That won’t be an issue,” he said.

“Come for me. Please.”

“I don’t want it to end.” He chuckled then, leaning back to watch his entry every time he plunged deep into my pussy.

I moaned just to see him so intent on watching where his body entered mine.

“We can do it again,” I whispered. I reached out to touch him and he caught my arms up, covering me once again with his body, pinning my hands above my head.

“Well, since you put it that way.” He rocked into me and when he kissed me gently I knew he was done. His tongue was a sweet intrusion, his breath hitching in his throat.

He let his full weight come down on me, pushing me flat and the friction of his cock sliding in and out pushed me to the edge again, my clit singing with delight with each thrust. When he drove into me hard enough to scoot us across the bed, I came, biting my lip to keep from being too loud. A moment later, he came, his big body going taut for a second and then relaxing like he’d lost consciousness.

I laughed under the crush of his weight. “The phone is ringing, wrestler man,” I wheezed.

Clint pressed a finger to my lips and then reached up to hit the speaker button. “Hello?”

“Clint it’s Nina.”

“Hey, boss lady.”

My breath was a ragged thing, but he put his hand lightly over my mouth. The feel of it there, stirred something in me. Arousal curled in my belly, and lower, once more.

“I won’t be in again tomorrow. More tests to make sure everything has been handled well. Can you look out for Jones? Get her through the Wednesday deliver?”

He grinned down at me, crushing his naked body against mine so my heart went pitter patter.

“I sure can.”

“Good. Thanks. I feel bad, I brought her out here and now this.”

“No worries. I’ve got her,” he said, kissing my nose almost silently.

“I know you do. I can always count on you,” she said and I could hear her smiling.

“You got it, Nina.”

“Good night, Clint.”

“Night, Nina.” He brushed my hair back, rolled his hips against mine.

“Good night, Jones,” Nina over the speaker and I gasped.

“Later, boss lady,” Clint laughed and cut the connection. “So, Jones...was that a long hard hammer?” He asked.

I blushed hotly. My God, I still couldn’t believe I’d said that.

“It was a long hard something,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but I think...Oh my God!” I turned his arm slightly.

“What?”

“I need to see, I keep forgetting.” It made me laugh, really - his tattoo. A slice of cherry pie and the words LIFE IS SWEET.

“Do you approve?”

“I do,” I giggled. I slid my hand between us to find him. I squeezed and those gray-blue eyes slid shut for a heartbeat. “I really approve.”

“Yeah?”

I pulled the condom off and dropped it in the wastebasket, my fingers playing up and down the glistening length of his cock. “Yeah. Life is sweet and I’m ready for seconds.”

Thunder boomed and he pushed his lips to mine. “I’m feeling a bit peckish, myself.”

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