Tough Guy: A Hero Club Novel by Jamie Schmidt (the reading list .TXT) 📗

mouth, but he stopped me by threading his fingers through my hair and tugging me up.

“That gets me hot,” I told him.

“I know.” He trailed his hand down to my ass. “You've been frustrating me lately. I've been wanting to give this a few hard smacks.”

He demonstrated.

I wiggled against him. “Not my kink unless you're balls deep inside me. Then you can paddle my ass and I'll probably come all over your cock.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Give me that dirty little mouth.”

Hot and hard, his lips tangled with mine as he backed me toward the bed. I sank back into the soft, clean linens and pulled him with me. Miles was one step ahead of me, kissing down to my belly and gently sliding my underwear off my legs.

Starting at my ankle, he kissed and nibbled up my thigh. I shrieked and tried to get away, but not seriously. I wanted to feel his heavy body on top of me, instead of the tickling teasing. But then he got to the juncture of my thighs. He shot me a wicked grin and then he was kissing me down there just as passionately as he had my mouth. With both of my thighs on his shoulders, I was at the mercy of the sweet swipes of his tongue. My hips rose and fell in rhythm to his fast licks.

“Miles,” I moaned, gripping the covers. Staring up at the cracked ceiling, I listened to the wet sounds his mouth made as he probed deeper into me. “Fuck,” I whispered when his tongue swiped over my clit. I lost the use of language when his lips clamped around it and sucked. My thighs tightened around his cheeks and I knew I'd have razor burn on my inner thighs in the morning, but I didn't care.

My body clenched and I came, shivering, bucking, and making animal noises.

“That's what I like,” he murmured, kissing back up my body. Pulling my bra up, Miles didn't bother to even take it off. His mouth sucked in one nipple, while his hand cupped and fondled my other breast.

“I want you between my thighs,” I muttered, trying to rid myself of the tangled bra. I could feel his hot cock, velvety soft but rock hard against my hip.

“Right here?” Miles lifted his head from my reddened nipple as his fingers left my breast and trailed down my body. He plunged two fingers inside me, fucking me with them while he kissed me deep.

Pulling his hair so he would stop kissing me, I said. “Please. Fuck me.”

“Come again and I will.” Leaning over, he took my other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

Gritting my teeth in sweet frustration, I met each thrust of his fingers. “Miles, I want you. Please.” I gasped as his fingers brought me close to the edge.

His mouth on my throat again, Miles moved back to my tortured clit and rubbed it just like I liked. My mind flashed back to the brothel where he had easily made me come all over his hand. The thrill of almost getting caught, of being in such a naughty place, put a smile on my face. New York Jackie would never had done such a thing.

I sighed and held Miles tight. Kissing me, he alternated between thrusting his fingers inside me and tickling my clit. Each little stroke sent frissons of desire through me.

“Miles now,” I begged, lifting my knee so I could stretch my leg over my head.

“Fuck,” he said and fumbled back. “I need a condom.”

I held my leg in place, and I played with myself while he dove for his overnight bag and juggled the box of condoms back to bed. I loved looking at him. Naked, he was all muscles and tattoos and I couldn't wait to have his thick hard cock back inside me.

“Please,” I said when he just looked at me.

“You didn't come,” he said. “Let me see you come, beautiful.”

That was easy. My fingers knew just what to do as I stared at him. “Oh,” I cried out as the orgasm snuck up on me, crashing pleasure over pleasure through me.

Miles dove inside, riding the wave with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on. The bed creaked fast and the headboard slammed hard against the wall. I hoped the people in the next room were listening and getting turned on. I laughed, but it turned into a deep satisfied moan.

“Harder,” I panted, loving the slapping sounds our bodies made in addition to the bedsprings and the hammering against the wall. Miles’s fingers dug into the mattress on either side of my head. His eyes were wild, his lips pulled back into a feral snarl of pleasure. He pummeled me back into the mattress, each thrust thick and deep. I bit his shoulder and he swore. Sealing his mouth over mine, he kissed me until I screamed inside his mouth as everything narrowed down to the feeling of his body pumping into mine. When I closed my eyes, lights flashed under my eyelids. Every sensation was highlighted, from the scrape of my tender nipples on his raspy chest hair, to the taste of myself on his tongue, I was in sensory overload.

Miles rolled us over and steadied me when I would have fallen off him. He nearly slipped out and I sat up quickly so as not to lose him. He gripped my hips, so I felt his full length. We stared at each other, breathing heavily.

“I've been wanting you on my cock like this since your little lap dance in Dalton's.”

I lifted myself up and down slowly. Miles hissed in pleasure. I dragged my nails down his chest, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for him to know I meant business. He slapped my ass then and my entire body shook.

“Dance,” he said hoarsely.

“There's no music.”

He swatted me again. I liked the burn when I was stretched on top of him like this. I