Night with Sole Regret

TEMPT ME XVII

“Mmm,” he murmured around her breast. She pulled at his shirt until he released her throbbing n****e and stood straight. He helped her remove the sweat-damp garment and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Madison stared at his bare chest, tracing the heavy, dark lines of his tattoos with her fingertips. Something about the ink decorating his skin always got her blood pumping.

“Adam?” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

He laughed. “I thought you needed to talk.”

“I did,” she said, reaching for his belt. “But now I need what’s in here.”

Her fingers trembled as she unfastened his pants and jerked them down over his hips. Her p***y clenched at the sight of his rising c**k. It wasn’t nearly hard enough for what she craved. She sank to her knees and captured his shaft between her palms before caressing its sensitive tip, with the flat of her tongue. He groaned and placed his hands on the crown of her head.

Thumbs stroking the ridge on the underside of his thickening erection, Madison trailed sucking kisses in a circle along the rim of his cockhead. His hips rocked rhythmically as she teased him. Her tongue flicked over the tip and then she blew a hot breath over the moisture left behind. She licked. Kissed. Rubbed. Purposely didn’t suck.

“Madison,” he whispered brokenly. “Please.”

He tried to thrust into her mouth, but she turned her head and his c**k brushed against her cheek. She moved one hand aside so she could lick and kiss her way up his shaft from the thick base to the slightly upturned tip. He tightened his grip on her head and directed her to take him into her mouth. She resisted.

“God, Madison. Stop f*****g around and suck it.”

She squeezed her thighs together, her p***y so swollen and achy she couldn’t stand it. When he said things like that to her, it only turned her on more. With gentle fingertips, she traced the veins straining against the skin of his now rock-hard erection. She did good work, if she did say so herself. She circled his thick shaft with both hands and tugged gently. She wondered how long it would take him to come if she just played with him like this.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to f**k you right here on the floor,” he said in a dangerous growl.

She peered up at him as she licked the underside of his c**k—a slow, sensual dance from base to tip. He had to know that was what she was after. She wanted to tempt him into losing control. Wanted him to f**k her. Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth wide as if she planned to suck him inside. His c**k twitched with excitement. She closed her empty mouth and grinned deviously.

“f**k!”

He tackled her to the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table. Gasping for air and muttering under his breath, Adam fumbled with the panties at the tops of her thighs for a few seconds before getting frustrated and pushing the crotch to one side. He entered her with one penetrating thrust. She cried out, her p***y convulsing with delight as he took her fast, driving his c**k into her hard and deep.

“Yes, Adam, f**k it. It’s greedy and it needs fucked.”

Her back scraped across the carpet as he pounded into her with greater and greater force. His hands tangled in her hair; he rubbed his face against her neck; his saliva wet her skin. She wasn’t sure if he realized how hard he was pulling her hair or that he was banging into her cervix with each deep thrust, but God, she loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, her boots digging into the backs of his thighs, and held on for the ride. They strained against each other as they sought quick release. Their breaths came harsh and rapid. Madison feared her heart would burst, it was beating so hard.

“Come,” Adam demanded. “Madison, come.”

She obeyed, spasms of intense pleasure clenching deep in her pelvis, around his thrusting c**k, through her c**t, up her belly and down her thighs. She cried out, her back arching off the floor, every muscle in her body taut with ecstasy. His shoulders tightened beneath her fingertips as he thrust deep a final time and shuddered with release.

He spoke her name—might have even whispered words of love against her throat—as he pumped his seed into her.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her, gathering her in his arms and holding her tight.

“Damn it, Madison,” he said breathlessly. “Why do you have to get me so worked up that I jump you like some animal?”

“I like it,” she said, squeezing him in gratitude.

“I want to be gentle with you, baby, and treasure your body, but I always end up f*****g you like a maniac.”

She kissed his shoulder. “I promise I’ll let you be gentle with me in the bath,” she said.

“You’d better.”

She laughed. “But I’m going to need another good hard f**k afterward.”

He groaned against her throat. “Will you listen to that dirty mouth?” he muttered to himself. “And she looks so deceptively sweet and innocent.”

“And then I’ll need you to hold me facedown so I can’t move while you pound your c**k into my ass as deep as you can.”

He shifted to cover her mouth with one hand. She could smell her s*x on his skin. Her eyelids fluttered as her inner muscles clenched hard on his softening c**k.

“Stop saying things like that.” Adam stared down at her with an intense, angry expression. “That’s what gets me so worked up in the first place.”

She was well aware of that; she loved to get him worked up. When he couldn’t keep his hands off her or his d**k out of her, it made her feel sexy. Irresistible.

“I love you,” she said against his hand.

His expression softened, and his entire body melted into hers. “I love you too.”

After a lengthy kiss that made her toes curl inside her boots, he pulled out and rose to his feet. He removed his shoes and shucked his jeans, which had settled around his knees. He stretched his arms over his head, and she drank in the sight of his lean torso, solid chest, muscled arms and thighs, and that delightful trail of hair on his lower belly that drew her attention to his softening c**k—still wet with her juices. Maybe she should offer to lick them off. Would that make him grow hard again?

“I hope that tub has jets,” he said, stretching his lower back by tilting side to side. “I’m getting too old for hot monkey s*x on the floor.”

She hoped it had jets for different reasons. He leaned forward to offer her a hand up. She wouldn’t have minded enjoying the view for a few more hours, but a bath did sound heavenly. She struggled to her feet and when she moved, discovered her back was deliciously raw with rug burn. She wouldn’t be able to get Adam out of her thoughts for days with that reminder on her skin.

She tugged off her boots, but left her panties at the tops of her thighs, and followed him to the bathroom, eager to see what he had in store for her next. She wondered how long it would take her to tempt him into f*****g her senseless again. He seemed determined to take it slow, which meant she was going to have to up her game.

Adam turned on the faucets and adjusted the temperature of the water. With Madison in the tub with him, he should probably set it to frigid so he could keep his wits about him longer than ten seconds. Her hands slid up his ass as she moved to stand behind him. Case in point. When her fingertip pressed into exit-only territory, he jerked upright and spun around to capture her by the arms.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Repaying the favor?” She smiled up at him hopefully.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t enjoy being penetrated. Not even by her sexy little fingers. “Get in the tub.”

She wriggled out of her panties and bent over to check the water. Luscious ass in the air, her legs were spread just enough to give him an eyeful of her hidden delights. A mixture of her c*m and his dripped from her p***y. Jesus. Had her view of him a moment ago been that revealing? No wonder she’d tried to press a finger into his ass. She didn’t protest a bit when he followed her example. He’d just spent himself inside her, but the sight of his finger penetrating her rear had his c**k rising with excitement again. And the sexy little oh she vocalized before rocking backward to take him deeper formed an undeniable knot of need low in his belly.

Yeah, should have gone with the cold bath.

He freed his finger and playfully swatted the gentle curve of her butt. “Into the tub, Miss Fairbanks,” he said. “You’ve been a dirty girl.”

“If I disobey, will you punish me, Mr. Taylor?” Her hips writhed suggestively. “I loved it when you s*****d me until I made you come last time.”

He remembered the way her p***y had clenched around his c**k with each swat—how fan-f*****g-tastic it felt to come with her squeezing him inside her so tight—but he was determined to be gentle with her this time. To show her that s*x didn’t have to be rough to be fun and exciting.

“No, I won’t s***k you for disobeying, Miss Fairbanks. I’ll just get in first, knowing you won’t be able to resist joining me.” He climbed into the tub and sank into the water with a contented sigh. His weary body melted into the warmth. He switched on the jets and a mechanical rumble accompanied the water pounding against his lower back. He sank a bit lower and closed his eyes. Very nice.