Free Break Me Down by Roni Loren Page B

her thigh, lifted it over his shoulder, and opened her to him. Cool air hit her bared sex, and the groan that escaped him sent a delicious shiver over her skin. He pressed his nose to the juncture where thigh met pelvis and inhaled like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. His fingers slid into her, rough and hot. “Fuck yes. Baby, God . . . you feel so good. So wet.”
    The grinding need in his voice nearly undid her. Here he was, hard and hot and horny, obviously needing release, but choosing to pleasure her instead and thankful for the privilege.
    Her body clenched tight around the invasion, and she bucked her hips. He nuzzled her thigh, her mound, nipped at her flesh. Teased her labia with the tip of his tongue, making lust-drunk sounds with every swipe.
Hungry
. He was so hungry. For her. And damn, but the man knew what to do with his mouth. It was all enough to drive her mad but not over the edge. He knew that. He was teasing her. The cocky bastard. Her fingers found his hair, tightly gripping his unruly waves. “You gonna make me come, Andrews, or just pretend you know what you’re doing?”
    That blue gaze flicked upward, mischief there. He held the eye contact while he gave her one long swipe with his tongue and curved his fingers inside her.
    Unh.
    He ran his tongue over his lips like a cat licking off cream and smiled that pirate smile. “Like that, mistress? Or maybelike this.”
    He bent forward, wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked. His fingers twisted inside her.
    Her head banged back against the wall as every muscle in her body seemed to coil. “Shit.”
    She thought he’d continue teasing, but instead he slid his fingers from inside her and lifted her other leg. She protested, the move setting her off balance and taking her off her feet. But he had her. He kept her back pressed against the wall and got both her legs draped over his shoulders. He spread her open with his thumbs, leaving her on display and helpless, and then he was kissing and licking and sucking like she was his last meal.
    Her hips rocked and she held on to his hair as an anchor, knowing it had to be hurting him like hell but unable to stop. He only groaned louder, letting her know he liked it like this. Rough. Violent. Edged with pain.
    His tongue slid into her entrance and his nose nuzzled against her clit, his stubble scraping against her. It was all so much. So good. Until it was too much, and she was arching back and crying out. But that only made him go at her with even more enthusiasm until her cries and gasps mixed with the slippery, wet sounds of how beyond aroused she’d gotten. She came in a violent wave of jolting orgasms, peaks piling on top of one another until she was tugging at his hair and demanding he stop, that she couldn’t take anymore.
    He finally released her and eased her to the floor with a gentleness that belied the violence of the orgasm he’d just given her. She leaned against the wall, eyes closed, chest heaving with ragged breaths, her sex throbbing in time with her frantic heartbeat. She lifted her eyelids, finding him sitting back on his thighs, lips slicked up with her arousal, erection looming huge, and his hungry eyes on her. She wanted to crawl over to him, put her mouth on him, make him lose it like she had.
    She expected him to reach for her. But instead he rocked to his feet and grabbed his underwear. He tugged them on, carefully tucking what had to be a painful erection beneath the fabric. He peered down at her with a faint smile. “I think I ruined your panties. Do you need me to grab you another pair? Not that I’m complaining about the view.”
    She blinked up at him, trying to hide her shock. He wasn’t going to ask? Wasn’t going to try to get her to return the favor? He had to see in her eyes that she’d been willing.
    But no, they’d made a deal. He was sticking with it.
    She’d given him a choice, and he hadn’t blinked. The man had wanted her to come