Getting Ahead by Emily Cale Page B

his thumb slid beneath the fabric and rubbed against her hard nipple.
    Sitting up a little, she pushed him back enough she could shrug off her shirt. He watched, mouth slightly open as she unfastened and removed her bra, baring the chest she’d tried so hard to hide before.
    Placing his hand behind her head, he led her back down to the couch. He brushed his hand over her breast. Every hair on her body stood on end, excited by the promise of more. He bent down and flicked his tongue against one of her nipples. As she gasped, he took it into his mouth until it was harder than she’d thought possible.
    Spurred on by his actions, she reached down, stuck her hand between his jeans and boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. For a moment, she stayed still, taking in the whole moment. As he moved to her other nipple and repeated the action, she frantically worked to gain better access to his erection.
    Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he pulled away and tugged at his pants and underwear until they were out of the way. As he moved back into position, his dick fell against her stomach, some of his pre-cum spilling onto her skin. She reached down and wrapped her fingers tightly around his girth and began rubbing along his length.
    He grabbed at her belt, his fingers working until her pants were completely undone and he could slide them over her hips. She waited, hoping he’d take off her underwear too so he could touch her clit and slip his fingers inside her. He didn’t. Instead, his hands slowly made their way up her inner thigh. As he neared the top, she held her breath expectantly. He smiled, then ran his fingers up her other thigh. Tilting her head back, she moaned. “Please.” Using her feet, she managed to maneuver her jeans until they slid off entirely.
    “Not yet,” he whispered, his warm breath flowing across her folds. Colt got up and reached into the drawer of his nightstand and rifled around until he found a condom. He turned away, and she heard the rip of the wrapper. Her pulse racing, she waited impatiently for him to return.
    The minute he got back on top of her, her hands began to wander, cupping his balls, rolling them gently across her fingers. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet or her body had ached so much to be touched. Finally, as she thought she couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed her panties aside and slid one of his fingers inside her. He met her loud moan with his mouth, his tongue sliding between her teeth.
    Lost in the moment, she continued to run her hands along his body, exploring every inch of him. If possible, his cock felt harder than before. A second finger entered her, joining his first as he thrust them in and out. Her whole body warmed to his touch. Sensations she’d never felt before swept over her body. He pulled his fingers away, yanked her underwear off, and lay on top of her, the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy. From above her, he grinned, gently dotting kisses along her neck. She raised her hips to him, begging to be taken. He reacted quickly, retracting his hips.
    “Colt, you are infuriating.” The words were breathy, and she barely managed to spit them out before laughing.
    “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
    She shook her head at him but instinctively knew he was right. Again, she raised her hips to him, but he denied her. On her third attempt, he finally gave in, pushing himself between her folds. She hadn’t expected him, and her whole body responded to the sudden fullness that she experienced. Burying her face, she muffled her moans by kissing his shoulders.
    Amber’s legs started to shake as he drove her closer to orgasm. Digging her nails into his ass, she tried to keep herself grounded longer, but his deep thrusts made her efforts futile. She tilted her hips closer to him, and when he thrust into her again, she came. Muscles clenching tight around him, she kept a firm grip on his body as she rode the waves of