has a meeting now and a date later.”
A date? Had Lissa made a bargain with Sam—in exchange for sleeping with another guy, he got to do the same with another girl? It was a helluva way to run a relationship, but then he wasn’t here to judge.
He was here to bring Liss bliss.
The reality was he didn’t have an appointment this afternoon the way he told her over the phone, just the usual Saturday night burgers and beer meet-up with the guys at McCleary’s Pub. That was three hours away, plenty of time for a pleasure session.
Thad’s cock throbbed with relief. His fingers itched to tear away her tight-fitting tank top and short shorts to get to the lush body beneath. Meeting her eyes, he asked as a final point of clarification, “Sam’s okay with you doing this?”
She looked shocked, maybe even a little offended. Her fingers ceased their curling and uncurling to form fists. “Of course, he is.”
Lissa sounded testy, but she couldn’t really be put off by his question. It wouldn’t make sense. More likely she’d grown tired of talking and was eager to get on with the slow screwing. Lucky for her, that made two of them.
Giving her a let’s-get-busy smile, he stroked the mattress next to his hip. “Why don’t you come over here and show me where the moisture’s gathering?”
Her fingers uncurled. Relief slid through her eyes. She crossed the room in an instant and all but flung herself down on the bed beside him. He rolled toward her and reclined on his right elbow. She did the same, coming up on her left arm. Her tits pressed together so hard with the move, he thought for sure they would pop right out of the V-neck.
No such luck.
The mounds stayed in place, taunting him with the urge to bury his face against their ampleness and have himself a mouthful.
“Thanks for not making me feel stupid about this.” Lissa’s voice was ripe with lust. “I didn’t know if a guy like you would think the worst of me for inviting you onto my bed when I barely know your name.”
A guy like him?
Thad looked back at her face, saw how completely the desire in her voice was reflected there, and realized what she meant. That he was a nice guy, because they were officially into the game.
In true nice-guy fashion, or at least what he was guessing to be nice-guy fashion, he slowly walked his fingers across the mattress. He trailed them along her neck, up to the slightly pointy rise of her chin, and then brushed her full lower lip with the pad of his thumb.
In the background of his mind, his dick roared at him to go faster. He blocked that roar out to concentrate on the dilating of her irises and the sudden hitch in her breathing. “You know, there’s a reason us nice guys finish last.”
She blinked once and then flicked her tongue out, dabbing at his fingertip with moist, little licks. Pulling her tongue back in, she whispered hotly, “So their leading ladies can come first.”
The freckles grew darker on her cheeks and nose. She looked shocked by her words. Probably thought she’d ruined the whole nice-guy scenario. But, hell, it was her scenario to ruin, make that alter. To show her he was prepared to give her sex as wild as she desired, he cupped her cheek and slanted his mouth over hers.
Her lips parted beneath his with the first brush. Warm air pushed into his mouth. Her tongue came next, dipping damp and forcefully inside, coasting past his teeth to rub against his own tongue in a way that wasn’t even remotely nice. Rather sexy as hell and speaking directly to his cock.
Lissa’s hand touched down on his back as the erotic mouth play continued. Her fingers balled in the cotton of his T-shirt before skating lower to grip his ass. She jerked her body toward him and hooked her leg over the side of his, bringing their pelvises flush, her pussy tight to his cock.
Needfully, she ground along his shaft.
Even as he thought about how damned good the contact felt, being pressed against a woman with an honest figure and real meat on her bones, a moan slid from the back of her throat, breaking near silently between their joined lips.
Normally, this would be the point where he took things over. Let the bad boy all the ladies wanted break out and do his wickedest. But he could guess that would be the same move Sam would make, and Thad wasn’t about to engage her in the kind of rough sex she likely got on a regular basis without her say-so.
He pulled back from her mouth. “Do you want the lead, Lissa?”
“I want whatever you want.”
“This is about your pleasure, sweetheart. If I get off in the meanwhile, it’s a bonus.”
“God, you’re so nice.” Yet not nearly as nice as Lissa thought he would be…unless she’d gotten lucky and caught him on one of the naughty days Sam said even nice guys had.
She wanted to be as naughty as possible, by stripping the clothes from his body and getting his swollen cock inside her aching pussy, pronto. But she didn’t want to do so at the cost of jeopardizing any chance they might have at something good, maybe even something lasting.
Sure, she didn’t know jack about him yet, but then that was exactly the point.
“I can be bad for you,” he surprised her by saying. Surprised her even more by taking her breast in his hand through her tank top.
Her nipple heated, beaded, ached for so much more.
She wanted the clothes gone. Wanted to feel his work-roughened hands, and the calluses that would undoubtedly line them, petting every inch of her. “Don’t make yourself uncomfortable,” she forced herself to say.
“This is about you, remember? Your comfort. Your pleasure.”
Her heart skipped a beat with the sincerity shooting from his eyes, the lean angles of his face. He really meant the words. He wanted to put her first. And Lissa wanted that so badly her entire body vibrated with white-hot need.
Increasing the pressure of the leg she’d wrapped around his, she gave his left butt cheek a hard squeeze and ground against him. Her clit tingled with the delicious press of his cock. For a second, she thought, just that easily, she might be coming. But, no, she wasn’t coming yet. Not until she had him naked and panting for the same.
She tugged back the collar of his T-shirt and nipped a wet kiss at his throat. “Be bad, Thad. Be very, very bad.”
Hesitation wouldn’t have surprised her—he was normally a nice guy, after all. The way he took her shoulders in his hands, pushed her back on the bed, and buried his face against her cleavage shocked her to no end.
And thrilled her so completely, her pussy felt molten.
Thad lifted his head to push the tank top up her torso and over the rise of her breasts. Her bra came next, lifting and moving above the mounds and making her tits look mammoth with their tops compressed beneath the underwire.
Apparently, he was into mammoth. She caught the flicker of anticipation in his eyes before he dove down and lashed his tongue between her cleavage.
Having her breasts tongue-fucked wasn’t a new experience. But with the scruff of his jaw and the stubble over his upper lip rubbing against her skin with each lash, the wicked sensation rippling through her highly aroused body felt better than ever before.
One hand plumped the mounds higher, tighter together around his tongue. Lissa took his other hand in her own and brought it to her lips, sucked his first finger between them. His breath hissed out, hot and heavy, against her flesh and she repeated the act, sucking his finger in deep, hard. Wishing to God it was his cock filling her mouth, but not about to risk pushing things so far so soon.
His tongue stopped its thrusting and his head lifted, just far enough to bring his mouth to a nipple and then take the rigid bud between his teeth and twist. Her sex fluttered with the twist, grew unbearably heavy with the next one, and started clenching for a cock that was nowhere nearby