Page 47 of Wrecked
“I want your nipple wet.”
Ah, fuck.
He should have put the brakes on this, but after that kiss, there was no way he was stopping her.
Leaning close, she licked his nipple, then flicked her tongue back and forth over his sensitive skin. The tease was sensational, and he hardened in his pants.
“So sexy,” she whispered.
On a whisper-soft moan, she licked the other one. He loved how she took her time, running her warm tongue over his heated skin.
When she stopped, he wanted to tell her to keep going. He needed her to unleash her anger on him, to take out her frustration and passion on him. He was confident he could handle whatever she threw his way.
Slowly, she raised her head. Desire sprang from her half-hooded eyes. Her breathing had shifted. This was an Addison he had never seen before.
And she was sexy as hell.
“I’m going to clamp this on your nipple. If it’s too painful, I’ll remove it. Okay?”
“Yeah,” his voice was raspy, the need traversing through him, his trapped cock pulsing inside his pants.
She closed the clamp over his right nipple. The pressure was light, but unrelenting.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” He was mesmerized by her every movement. Everything was magnified. Her breathing roared in his ears like thunder.
She placed the second one on his left nipple. He flinched. This clamp was tighter.
“Too much?” she asked, a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
“Kiss me,” he said. “I’m not asking. I’m telling.”
She stood tall, pressed her lips to his and kissed him, sending waves of pleasure careening through his sex-starved body. She fastened her arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss. Her moans shot through him, and he grabbed her ass and squeezed.
The kiss went feral in seconds, the discomfort of the clamps replaced with a pent-up need that had him stroking her ass with one hand and snaking his arm around her with the other. When she bumped against the clamps, he grunted.
She broke away, removed the clamps, then unzipped his jeans. His erection turned to granite in the already tight space.
“Whoa,” he bit out.
“Take off your pants.”
“What—”
“I’m gonna suck you.”
He should have pushed back, should have argued, but he was on fire, the lust coursing through him so hard, his balls hurt.
“You don’t like blow jobs.” With a confident gleam in her eyes, she said, “I’m about to change that.”
He wanted her. He wanted to pleasure her, make her scream his name while she shattered into a million boneless pieces.
“Addison.”
She stilled from the sternness in his voice.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said.
