Page 17 of Last Minion Standing
A mischievous smile tilted his lips. “Actually, it’s pink.” He punctuated his surprising remark by sliding the hand he had resting on my ass between my legs to rub against my sex. “This exact shade,” he added as he tweaked my plump lips.
Ooh, I was definitely liking this conversation more and more.
His lips caught mine in a searing kiss, and he nibbled for a while before asking his next question. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“The one we just made, baby,” I replied, snickering when he pulled back with a wide-eyed look.
“You taped us?”
“No.” I sighed regretfully. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not playing in my head.”
He grinned widely, and I noticed the faint indent of a dimple in his cheek. He was so goddamned cute. And horny.
Lying on top of him, I couldn’t miss the poking of his shaft as it rose and bumped against my backside. I loved that he had the stamina to match my libido because I was raring to go again. He’d teased me too many times for me to be satisfied with one quick bout.
But first, a little torture. I wiggled my ass against his jutting prick, but when he went to grab my hips, I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Hands over your head.”
With a smoky look that promised retribution—I couldn’t wait—he laced his hands under his head. I then set out to explore the massive expanse of skin and muscle at my disposal.
My hands traced the powerful lines of his shoulders and arms. Even without his shifter blood, his physique would have ensured his strength. I couldn’t wait to engage him in a wrestling match later. But for now, I was on an exploratory mission. I ran my hands lightly over his chest, stroking his flat nipples. A shiver went through him, and I arched a brow. Someone had a sensitive spot. Perfect, I’d found the first area of his body to exploit.
I leaned forward and blew on his nipple, already tight; nevertheless, it puckered further, and again, I felt a tremor. Gently, I took his nub between my teeth and applied pressure. He bucked, and a hand came loose to grasp my hair.
I looked up and met his darkening eyes, my lips curving mischievously. “Bad boy. Put that hand back.”
His face taut and his eyes now glowing, he obeyed, but I could tell it killed him to listen—but hot damn, it made me horny. His cock jerked around behind me, especially when I leaned down and bit him again. But this time, though he shook and groaned, he let me have my way, and I tortured him. Unlike him, though, I couldn’t keep it up for long because my own desire roared through my body, demanding satisfaction.
I pushed up from his chest and straddled him. “Tell me what you want,” I said huskily.
“Ride me, baby.”
My sex moistened, and I lifted myself until the tip of his cock nudged my cleft.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Sit that pretty pussy of yours onto my cock and fuck me, baby. I want to watch you come on my cock.”
With a moan, I sat down hard, impaling myself. I’d forgotten how endowed he was, and I cried out as he filled me in a rush, the swollen head of his cock banging inside me so deeply I swooned for a second. I rocked back and forth on him lightly for a moment, adjusting myself to his girth, and then I got down to business. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him.
Some girls, when they ride a man astride, like to lift themselves up and down. Personally, I think that’s a lot of work and does more for the guy. Me, I preferred to slide back and forth across his groin, his cock never actually leaving my channel, but pushing deep. Even better was the friction this placed on my clit. My nails dug into his chest as I moved back and forth, the direct and intense stimulation bringing me quickly to the brink and completely distracting.
I mewled.
“Want some help?” he growled.
I opened my eyes and had trouble focusing on him. Instead of answering, I just nodded. In a millisecond, he’d grabbed my hips and taken over for me, sliding me to and fro, sending my already throbbing clit into overdrive. My sex clenched at his cock tightly in a pre-orgasmic tightening.
“Fuck,” he said with a groan, and then his cock pulsed inside me as he came. Like a signal, my channel contracted, and I collapsed on his chest as, once again, ecstasy rippled through my body in a never-ending wave that left me limp.
I felt his arms wrap around me, possessively, and his lips brushed the top of my head.
Then I did something I’d never done with any of my sexual partners. I fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Eleven
When Drake awoke, the scent of sex hung heavy in Sally’s bedroom, and he stretched with a grin.
What a night! In between bouts of lovemaking and power naps, they’d talked and talked. The more he’d learned about her, the more he wanted her. He’d refrained—barely—from marking her the previous night, something his beast was none too happy about. However, Drake had learned enough about Sally to know she wouldn’t take kindly to him forcing the mating bond on her. Actually, she’d probably cut off his balls and feed them to him if he tried without her consent.
Given time—and lots of intense orgasms—he figured she would eventually choose him. Both he and his beast couldn’t wait. In the meantime, though, he looked forward to enticing her to become his.