Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

down there,” she said, scrolling to sixty minutes on her clock.

A corner of his mouth quirked as he opened her up to his gaze, his thumbs running down the insides of her folds. “You’re going to regret that, Molly,” he told her, “when you’re begging for me to be inside you. I’m going make you come so many times you’re going to forget your name before you get what you really want.”

And then he went about her destruction. His tongue found her center, applying one slow, wide-tongued lick before moving downward to lap up what getting him off had inspired in her, the sounds lewd and dirty and giving her fits of heat as she bucked against his mouth. He pushed one long finger inside her and she whimpered as he twirled it around, centering on that delicate rough patch and brushing over it relentlessly. Her breath was coming fast and sharp interspersed with moans of pleasure as he added another finger as his tongue played everywhere except where she wanted it most.

Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train; the months of celibacy and the old yearning for him that she’d neglected over the years, the memory of his touch coupled with the new reality, it all came at her at once. She shook against his mouth and he hummed his pleasure at it but kept going without much pause except his care in helping her ride through it.

His breath hot on her, he caught her eyes. “One.”

And then he continued to work, his teeth grazing an already overly sensitive nub, as she squirmed against his mouth, which only made things worse. The contact intensified, his tongue stiffening to spear inside her, fucking her just as indecently without his cock even though she was desperate for it just like he’d warned. One of his hands sat at the top of her slit, not moving, but just placed there, the fingers pressing into her flesh as if he was claiming that part of her as his and his alone, protecting it against anyone else who might show up on this boat and try to take it.

His lips closed over her in one blinding suck and she gasped her climax, shuddering as he slowly licked her down from the edge, already wrung out with pleasure.

“Two,” he murmured, diving back in, drinking her from her entrance, then traveling all the way to the top of her, leaving no millimeter unchecked.

By the time he sent her into her third orgasm, she couldn’t stop shivering against him, overcome by sensation, her body empty of thought and purpose except to roll along with the bliss he was doling out.

“Please, Oliver,” she whispered, the words coming out broken and soft. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Have some mercy.”

His head rose from where he’d been slowly licking up and down the sides of her inner lips. “What’s the time?”

She groaned but, hoping she could end this, looked at her watch. “It’s been one hundred and seventy-three hours since you started this.”

Oliver’s head lifted and his grin was so devious. “So I’ve made my point?”

“I never knew what your point was, but probably?” she got out, still breathing erratically.

He levered up over her in one smooth and athletic motion until they were face-to-face. His jaw and chin were a mess, but he didn’t seem to care at all, wiping her away with a couple swipes of his hand before also putting his wet fingers in his mouth and licking them clean. Christ, and she thought she couldn’t come again. Then his lips met hers in a hot kiss, messy and raw and on the edge. Despite his nonchalant attitude, he was just as crazy as she was.

“My point was that when your captain gives you an order, it’s best to follow it.”

He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms, sliding one on in record time.

When he was poised at her entrance, the fat head notched against her already pulsing muscles, he said, “I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this.”

And then he was inside her; one demanding shove and he was buried to the hilt. It wasn’t easy despite how ready she was and it wasn’t as if she could be more ready—that work was done. But her back arched as she stretched to accommodate him. His hand came up to palm her breasts, plucking at her hard nipples as he started to move, slowly and then more quickly.

The sounds he made, the deep, unconscious grunts as he bottomed out, flared through her veins. She just loved seeing him lose control, had missed what he looked like the first time when she’d been behind him, but now she saw every flicker of sensation flit across his face along with intense concentration, the straining muscles of his arms as he supported himself. She ran a hand over the bulge of his biceps, feeling the sweat of exertion and the strength there as the muscles vibrated under the pressure of his weight and forward momentum. When she clenched him inside her, his teeth gritted and he ground against her, just on the precipice of insanity.

The hand on her breast moved down and played with her clit, lightly brushing over it before finding purchase and stroking rhythmically until she came again with a shout pulled from her gut, a release so strong for a quick second she actually wondered if she was passing out. At the very least, she’d lost a lot of oxygen to her brain, because the ability to think was gone.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking wildly against her until he stiffened, his back a straight line as he let himself go.

Breathing hard, he eventually lowered himself down to her, foreheads touching. “Molly?”

When she caught her own breath, her hands falling limply to the bed, she managed, “Yeah?”

“Nothing. I was just making sure I was alive.”

CHAPTER FIVE

OLIVER WOKE UP and felt Molly in bed next to him, smelled the light citrus