Bachelor's Bait by Mari Carr

longer he could hold off. He’d done the dry-humping routine as a teenager but he’d never tried this wet-humping game Sophie was initiating him into.
    Whatever it was, it was fucking hot. And yet…
    His fingers tightened on her hips and before he could think about his actions, he reversed their positions. Sophie tumbled to her back as Marc crawled over her. Her legs parted, welcoming him. If she was annoyed at losing control, her face didn’t show it. Instead, she raised her arms and pulled him down on top of her.
    “I want to come on your breasts.”
    She smiled. “Okay.”
    “But first…” He moved lower, placing an innocent kiss on her clit. Her eyes started to drift shut once more, but he shook his head. “No. Watch me.”
    Her gaze found his just as he pressed his tongue inside her pussy.
    “Oh God,” she cried. Her hands tangled in his sheets as he tongue-fucked her. He’d only had a taste of her in his office that day, but his mouth had watered for more ever since.
    Sophie’s breathing accelerated and he sensed she wanted to look away, but her gaze held steady. He opened her legs even farther, using his hands rather than words to position her. He wanted her completely open to him.
    He glanced up as he nipped her clit, applying just enough pressure to make it sting. Sophie didn’t complain, didn’t try to shove him away. Her hungry look solidified some suspicions that had formed after their brief sexual foray in his office. She liked to play and she was ready to push some limits.
    Marc decided to see just how far she was willing to go. He moved lower, pressing his tongue around the rim of her anus. Sophie gasped, but once again she didn’t pull away, didn’t close her eyes. He licked the rosette until it was nice and wet, then he pushed a single finger in to the first knuckle.
    “You said anal play was one of the kinky things you’ve tried.”
    She nodded.
    “How far did you go?”
    Her cheeks flushed and he grinned, loving the innocence that tinted her naughtiness.
    “Just a finger.”
    “One finger?”
    She nodded again.
    “No toys? No cocks?”
    She shook her head.
    He pushed his finger deeper, watching her face carefully to make sure he didn’t cause her any pain. He wouldn’t venture farther than this tonight. Not without lube.
    Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he pressed his mouth back to her pussy, shoving his tongue into the wet cavern as deep as it would go. Over and over he pushed his tongue inside, moving it in unison with the finger in her ass.
    When he sensed she was getting close, he pushed the button guaranteed to drive her over the edge. He rubbed her clit roughly with his free hand, loving the way Sophie’s body went stiff just a split second before the trembling began. She came with her whole body and it was a beautiful thing to watch.
    Marc rose up on his knees and took his cock in his hand, stroking strong and hard as Sophie shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm, then he pulled his finger free of her body.
    As she came to her senses, she reached out, ready to take over his hand job.
    He shook his head. “No. Lift up your tits. Hold them for me.”
    She cupped her breasts, pushing the fleshy globes together then pinching her nipples. The image of her playing with herself had the desired effect. He bent closer, propping himself up with one hand as his other gripped and stroked his cock harder, faster, the head occasionally caressing soft flesh.
    Sophie continued to play with herself, giving him the ultimate peep show.
    “Holy shit, Sophie.” His voice was too deep, his words sounding more like a growl. “Can’t hold back.”
    Come shot from the tip of his cock, decorating Sophie’s breasts with shiny droplets. She stilled, capturing every sticky strand.
    Marc gasped for air, feeling lightheaded from a lack of oxygen and the force of his climax. He thought the night couldn’t get any better—until Sophie reached down to drag one finger through the come on her