Five Alarm Lust by Elise Whyles (reading cloud ebooks .TXT) 📗

Gillian shook her head, her eyes flying open. There was no way in hell that was happening. She opened her mouth to tell him, only to squeak in shock as he leaned down, his lips crashing into hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Doubts and fears scattered with each thrust of his tongue, her body wallowing in the pleasure. Hesitantly, she kissed back, her control weakening, groaning under the weight of his coercion, his touch along her flushed body. Each slow glide of his fingertips tickled along her sides to her hips, enflaming her until she was drowning in sensations.

“That’s it, baby.” He pressed kisses along her jaw, pausing to nibble at her pulse point before sliding down her body. Each felt like a brand searing into her soul. Her abdomen jumped when he bit her navel before gliding farther down.

“Nnn…” She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair at the first brush of hot moist breath on her vagina. Tugging on the strands, she wiggled, her hips shimmying away from his mouth. Her protests were silenced when he reached up, grabbed her wrists, and pressed them into the mattress.

“Shh,” he mouthed against her flank before grabbing her hips, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her ass as he shifted. She swallowed a garbled scream when his tongue darted out over her lace-covered clit. Shockwaves of heat and fire darted behind her eyelids, the sensations reaching deep into her core.

The fluttering in her stomach followed the fast movement of his tongue over her nub. Boneless, her body reacting, she whimpered, as fierce pleasure tore down the walls she’d built. Her body had become a stranger, one that wallowed in the arousal, in the pleasure coursing through her in spite of the niggling fear clinging to her.

Every touch pushed against her defenses, driving her higher. The thick pillows beneath her head offered some respite to her emotions. The scent of his aftershave clung to the pillowcases as she buried her face into them, the spicy warmth stealing through her.

Through the pillows she could barely make out his muffled words, her body writhing, twisting on the satin. Beneath the warm cocoon they provided, she could breathe, could regain a sense of detachment. It wasn’t her body burning for him, wasn’t her legs parting beneath his gentle touch. A startled scream choked her when he whisked the down-filled cover away from her face, exposing her to his probing gaze.

Dark and stormy, the lust in his eyes seared her. She whimpered at the sensation of his fingers trailing across her body. Her hips lifted when his touch dipped beneath the elastic of her underwear, sliding over sensitive flesh. She shuddered as his fingers slid through the curls between her legs. She shivered at the faint chill when he exposed her swollen, soaked folds to the air.

“Jack…”

“Shh.” His shadow moved, lifted something in his hand. Her eyes widened at the glistening bottle, fear rising like a wave. She rolled slightly to the side, her thighs coming together only to bite off a scream when he slid the bottle across her heated skin, the icy contents spilling across her chest. Sucking in a desperate breath, she lurched upward, her hands free for a moment.

As quick as the icy water washed over her breasts, the heat of his mouth soaked through the chill when he lapped up the liquid. His tongue laved at her breast, flicking rapidly at the nipple until she was ready to scream.

“Please, oh God, please.” Gillian couldn’t believe it was her voice begging. She squeezed her eyes tight against the rising tide of arousal. The muscles in her thighs ached with tension. The coil tightened until it was unbearable within her lower belly. Her hands trembled. Knuckles white, she pulled on the sheets, gathering them like a cloak around her.

Languid, sweet, the sweep of his fingers expanded, circling along her abdomen until they reached the waistband of her panties. Calloused fingertips slid against her core once again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Tighter, tighter, she sobbed helplessly with the need. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and bit down, the pain minor and easily forgotten.

Her hips lurched, arching into his touch as he dipped his tongue into her navel before sliding down. The short hairs on his neck tickled the inside of her thighs, his fingers plucking at the elastic on her panties as he moved them aside. Stuttering in protest, she gasped when he dipped his tongue between the petals of her womanhood. Leisure, firm, the press of his tongue on her swollen folds drew a strangled squeak.

“Nn ugh.” She swallowed against the pleasure when he flicked her clit with his tongue. A flare of dismay darted through her when he pulled back. A whine of protest escaped as she inched back, torn between closing her legs and begging him to continue. Her protests evaporated when he all but ripped her panties off, the fabric tearing under his touch.

A moment later, her breasts heaving with uneven breaths, she cried out at the agonizing sweep of his tongue over her lips before he leaned back. She struggled to see what he was doing and silently cursed her vision at the blurry movements he made. It only took a split second for realization to dawn when he leaned down. Icy fluid sluiced over the heated flesh between her legs when he pressed his lips to her labia. Surprise danced through her building arousal, her body undulating as he pressed his cold mouth to her. The rapid movement of his tongue had her on the edge again, her whimpers and groans getting louder and louder.

“Ah!” Gillian screamed as the coil tightened, leaving her on the brink. Her vaginal muscles clamped down as he slid a finger in, inch by inch until she could feel the knuckles on his hand against her flesh. Wiggling, her hips swirling in search of that elusive push, she lay