Free Big Bad Easy by Ursula Whistler Page B

more effort, enough that she’d have to grapple his arms this time. He’d go for her waist, slipping his thumbs underneath the band of her top. He could take her down just with sexual need.
    “Only reason I made that folder was because some slackers hadn’t done anything.” This time she danced back and forth instead of prowling. She looked like a boxer, not a wrestler.
    “Yeah, we’ve got some of those. Luckily, I’m not one of them.” He made the first move this time, not wanting to get into talking. He was done with that. Feeling, touching, bodies slamming. That was the language he wanted to speak.
    He put his shoulder under hers and lifted. Her sweat slicked skin slid over his as she twisted and grabbed him from behind. One of her arms slipped under him and wrenched it behind his back. He yanked that arm forward and flipped her around so that she faced away from him. His hands gripped her waist, small, but striated with muscle.
    She grunted as she bent forward, her hips pushing into his. His cock responded, filling instantly. He could settle himself between the globes of her ass, pushing his dick through her tight pink hole, but he’d want to be looking at her.
    “Oh, hell no,” she yelled. Her leg kicked out, and he couldn’t stabilize himself. She lifted her body. His bulk flew upward. He landed on his back with an oof . She trussed his legs using her arms as a rope. He couldn’t move from his back. She counted to five through gritted teeth.
    As she said five, she released him and sat on his chest. “You aren’t trying hard enough.”
    “You distract me.” He lifted his hips, showing her his lessening erection. He’d been rock hard before she dropped him on his back. He would be again as soon as he got a chance to touch her waist again.
    “Men. So easy to overcome.” She trailed her fingers over his cock. It jumped at her touch. “Technically, I win, which means that I get the first orgasm tonight.”
    “Hey,” he rolled to his side, dumping her on the mat, “you didn’t tell me the prize. That would have spurred me on.” He spread his hand over her thigh where it draped over his side. “We’ve got to go five rounds to give me a chance to win.”
    She straddled him and pinned his arms over his head. “No way. Me first. I won fairly, and I didn’t try to grab this tempting little man down here.” She slid her crotch over the hardening bulge in his shorts.
    He groaned as need spread across his groin and tugged at the muscles of his abdomen. He could easily lower his shorts, tug hers downward and plunge into her. “I want to have you right here, but that hardly seems fair with me getting all the action last night.”
    “True.” She leaned down, licked the lobe of his ear, and whispered, “I’m already wet.”
    He growled as her tongue and teeth toyed with his ear and the sensitive flesh beneath it. “You like to be in control, huh?”
    “Not necessarily. I can be easy.”
    He owed it to this goddess of a woman to take it slowly, but she was making it difficult. Not only was she biting and licking beneath his ear, but her hips rocked along his full cock. With much more of that, he’d lose all control. He had to slow her down and take her on his terms. “Shower? I can rub all the sweat off of you, slowly, with lots of soap.”
    “Oh my gods, yes.” She released his arms and stood. “Come this way.” She led him to a large door, wide enough for a wheelchair to enter.
    He caught up to her and took her ass in his hands. “Whatever you do to get babies like this, keep doing it.”
    “You like it from behind?”
    He pulled her to him and took her face in his hands. “Not with you. I want to look at you, see the lust in your eyes.”
    “Jameson Kelly, you might be perfect for me.” She opened the door, flipped on the light, and dragged him to the shower. A twist of the handles brought the steam of hot water flowing from the wide shower head. She put her hands on the base of her