Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page A

arms around his neck, practically vaulting herself into his lap. Nathan’s prick was up like a hammer, straining against the tight denim fabric, and it didn’t help that she slung a thigh over his lap. Her wet open mouth clamped down over his and immediately she was tickling the backs of his teeth with the tip of her little tongue.
    Ibn himar. The little vixen was rotating her pubic bone against his thigh and sighing into his mouth. She pressed her breasts against his chest, shimmying her shoulders as if to press every square inch of her voluptuous torso against him. Tonight she wore a camisole top, and the built-in bra didn’t do much to prevent her tits from spilling out lusciously. Unbidden, Nathan’s hand swept down her soft neck. He briefly fingered her turquoise necklace pendant before gliding his fingers past her underarm. Feeling the outer slope of her breast made his cock twitch, and he knew all hope was lost.
    Women truly were better interrogators than the worst child-abducting, sex-slaving militant.
    At least this woman was. Maybe Nathan hadn’t been in a clinch with many American women in the past few years, but this woman squirmed like a practiced, seductive exotic dancer. Soon she was grinding her pubic bone nearly against his bursting cockhead while snaking up the hem of his T-shirt. She seemed to take great delight in feeling his chest, and when her fingertips grazed his erect nipples, he nearly lost it.
    He found himself flipping her off him. Gripping her shoulders, he twisted so that she fell on her back, her head against the cushioned couch arm. She emitted a delightful “ooph” as he lunged over her, diving into her neck to ply her with great, fat sucking kisses.
    “Nathan,” she murmured, all in one breath. She spread her thighs as far as the narrow jean skirt would allow, wriggling like a worm on a hook. Her pubic bone massaged his bulging cock. It had been years since he’d been so juvenile as to shoot inside his pants, but that suddenly seemed like a possibility. “Please handle me. Take me. Fuck me. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life.”
    Nathan knew she’d been screwed over by that asshole ex of hers. Cheating, drug running, and now sending someone to—well, mangle photos of her departed dog. She had been hurt by this Javier clown and the last thing she needed was some heartless commando bastard such as himself swooping in to claim her heart. Julian was a much more likely candidate. But Julian was snoozing ten feet away in the chair, and Nathan was the one inching her skirt up her thighs while she ripped his shirt from his torso.
    She flung the shirt somewhere behind him. Nathan thought he heard Julian stir, maybe slapped in the face by the shirt. But he was currently swiping his fingers between the soaked strip of her panty fabric and the slimy petals of her pussy, so he didn’t care much what Julian was doing. He held his hips off the woman, his prick throbbing with the need for release, but he didn’t want to cave to such childish impulses. Xandra was too valuable for that. He couldn’t just nail this beloved woman to the couch and pump her full of his seed.
    So he murmured against her throat, “I have no condoms,” just as he began diddling her clitoris.
    “I don’t care— ah !”
    Nathan had to smile because he’d hit the right spot instantly. If his rusty memory served him correctly, women had different spots and angles on their clits, sensitive spots they wanted stroked, and areas that made them jump and shy away. It was true, he didn’t have condoms of course, but barebacking had rarely, if ever, been a reason to refrain from a good, all-out fuck. Until now.
    “That’s good,” he muttered. “Perfect. Keep it up, my love. That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
    She clutched her arms around his back, digging deeply into his shoulder blades with her nails, but he didn’t let up. Her clit was a plump little plum, and he’d found the sensitive spot