Hammered by Desiree Holt Page B

But it
only reinforced his conviction that there was something deeper here. Convincing
Livy would be the problem.
    They were both silent as he slid from her body, disposed of
the condom and came back to lie down beside her. Their joining had been hard
and fast but it had only taken the edge off his appetite for her. He wanted her
every way possible and before the night was over he’d have her. He had to
appease his hunger for her before it drove him completely nuts.
    He curled her against him, his fingers lightly stroking her
check and the slender column of her neck.
    “You haven’t said a word,” he murmured against her ear.
    She gave a tiny little laugh. “How could I? You take my
breath away.”
    “I’m hoping to take more of it away before the night is
over.”
    “We both have to go to work tomorrow,” she reminded him.
    “Don’t worry.” He traced the shell of her ear with the tip
of his tongue. “I’ll make sure you get at least some sleep.”
    He trailed light kisses along the column of her neck, feeling
a shiver race through her. His fingers caressed her arm, her hip, the upper
swell of her thigh. She wriggled slightly against him and his cock began to
swell again. Still, he knew he needed more time to recover fully. Time to take
care of her, instead.
    Lifting her top leg he pulled it across his, sliding his
hand beneath it so he could reach her cunt. He remembered from the other night
she kept the hair neatly trimmed, so now his fingers followed the feather-soft
line down one side of her lips and up the other. He touched the very peak of
her clit, dancing lightly over the engorged nub before resuming his stroking of
her labia.
    Livy wriggled a little more and now those little noises he
loved so much were easing from her lips on the breath of a sigh. He loved the
feel of her wet flesh, knowing the juices lubricating it flowed because of him.
Rubbing back and forth across her clit he nipped the soft flesh where her neck
and shoulder joined and put his mouth close to her ear.
    “I love fucking you, Olivia D’Angelo.” His voice was
guttural and low as he told her in specific erotic terms what he wanted from
her. With each word her breathing increased and her body rocked harder against
his. “Your body is a feast, your cunt hot and wet, and your nipples like berries.
I love to listen to your little moans and sighs, and hear you scream my name
when you come. Your cunt feels so good when it grips my cock and milks it. I
could leave it in there forever.” His hand moved past her hip and down to cup
her buttocks, squeezing the flesh before trailing his fingers through the hot
crevice. “And one of these nights you’ll feel it in that sweet little ass of
yours and I’ll make you scream the house down when you come.”
    At that she bucked against him. Her lithe body moved against
his hand as she tried to ride it harder.
    “Please,” she whimpered.
    “Please what.” His voice was soft. “Tell me, Livy.”
    “Please, please, please.” She tried to thrust herself harder
against his hand, her body vibrating beneath his touch with unsatisfied need.
    He moved his hand to pinch her clit between two fingers,
rubbing, creating friction. She locked her fingers around his wrist and tried
to move his hand lower, to urge him to slide his fingers inside her. But Alex
had different plans for her. With a swift movement he rearranged her on the bed
and knelt between her knees, spreading her thighs wide.
    “Please what, Livy? Tell me what you want.” He drew a slow
line the length of her slit with his tongue. “This?” He swirled the tip of his
tongue around her clit. “Or this?” He rimmed her opening. “Or maybe this?”
    “Yes, yes, yes.” Her voice rose a notch and she threw her
legs over his shoulders trying to pull him closer. “Like that. More. All of it.
Oh god, make me come.”
    He gave a slow lick again, his chuckle rumbling against her
flesh. Then he gave her what she wanted. His tongue tasted