Skin Tight (Skin Deep #4)

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“Nothing, really,” I replied mildly.

He lifted his chin in a nonchalant nod. “Sounds pretty boring.”

I gave him a one-shouldered shrug and stayed where I was. He reached out his hand and patted the bed beside him, jerking his head at me. I just smiled and stayed put. He jerked his head again and patted the bed once more, then rubbed his hand over it.

I sighed and dropped my arms, slouching toward the bed. “Oh, alright…”

He reached out and pulled me down on to the bed beside him, tossing the bag at me. “Show me,” he demanded.

“I’m shocked you haven’t looked already,” I mused, sitting up and dumping the contents of the bag on the bed between us.

He poked around, lifting each item and reading the label before he’d throw it back down. By the time he’d gone through everything, he was scowling.

“You didn’t get anything fun?” he asked, borderline pouting.

I gathered up the body butter and the massage oil pack and other little things I’d bought, putting them back in the bag. “Massage oil is fun,” I hedged, but his face just looked even more crestfallen.

“Are you really that upset that I didn’t get a new toy for us to explore?” I asked him, watching his face.

He smiled and shook his head. “Nah, just messing around with you, baby. You know I don’t need anything to make you come hard.” He winked and his smile turned cocky, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of humor and lust.

“Mmmm…that’s so true. I actually did get something, but it’s in my purse. You jumped the gun, there, honey,” I told him, giving him a sly wink as I slid off the bed.

He leaned over and smacked my ass. “Well, get your ass in gear and go get it!”

It didn’t take me long to retrieve my purse and dig out the small, wrapped package from the side pocket. I tossed it to Ian when I walked back in the room and watched him look at it, perplexed.

“Uh, that’s awfully small, don’t you think?” he asked, turning it over in his hands. “And flat.”

“Open it,” I told him, crawling onto the bed beside him.

He opened the package carefully and pulled it out, looking even more confused. “It’s…an MP3 player?”

I sighed and took it from him, unwrapping the wires and showing him exactly what it was. “This cuff goes around the wrist, which is where the controls are. These little things go on your fingertips, the wires connect them to the control and…” I pressed the two ear bud-looking things into his palm and hit the on button. “Voila! It’s a fingertip massager.”

His hand jerked and then closed around the vibrating pads. “Mmmm…I see potential here,” he said. “A little limiting, though.”

I just smiled. “Nope. Waterproof. Can go in and out.” I took it from him and set it on the nightstand beside the bed before I stood and started playing with the hem of my shirt. “Maybe you should strip,” I told him softly, slowly edging the bottom of my shirt up over my stomach.

His eyes darkened, watching every move of my hands. He rose from the bed and pulled his shirt off in one fluid movement, his gaze never wavering from mine. He tossed it to the floor and unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, unzipping them with the other, then hooked his fingers in the waistband and shoved them off, kicking them away.

His erection sprang free of the confining denim to stand proudly at attention, every thick, velvety-steel inch of him beckoning my touch. Instead of reaching for him like I wanted, I quickly divested myself of my clothes until we were both standing naked on opposite sides of the bed.

I grabbed the massager and slid the cuff on my wrist, then fixed the finger pads to my middle and forefingers.

Ian put one knee on the bed, but I stopped him with a quick shake of my head, crooking a finger at him to call him to me. He sauntered over, his hand sliding down his rock hard abs to curl over the gorgeous length jutting from his body, stroking it slowly. My lips tipped up in a smile and I watched his eyes darken even more when I slid to my knees on the floor in front of him.

“Leah,” he breathed, his voice low and deep, thick with desire.

With my free hand, I pushed his fingers away, leaning in and capturing the head of him in my lips, rubbing my tongue over the ridge on the underside of his cock, eliciting a rough groan from him. I dropped my hand to my wrist and thumbed on the vibration, the pads on my fingertips thrumming to life.

I returned my free hand to the base of him, wrapping my fingers firmly around his girth, and brought my other hand up, lightly tracing the vibrating pads up and down his hardened length as I continued to suck and tongue the knobbed head of him. He jerked at the first touch of them on that ultra-sensitive skin, unconsciously feeding more of his cock into my mouth and I sucked harder, making him moan louder.

I took him deeper, my jaw stretching wide to accommodate the largeness of him, breathing through my nose as I fought my gag reflex until he was touching the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, making him twitch and jerk against my lips, his breathing harsh in the silence. His hands lifted and fisted in my hair, one on either side of my head, holding me in place for just a moment longer before he tugged gently, pulling me back and slipping out of my mouth.

I made a sound of protest in my throat and pushed forward again, the slight sting of his fingers tangling in my hair sending a thrill down my spine. I set a rhythm, sliding him in and out of my mouth, using my free hand to follow my mouth and stroke him, twisting my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked the swollen head, moaning at the salty-sweet tang of precum on my tongue and drowning in the intoxicating, all male, musky scent of him.

He gasped my name and I cut my eyes up, watching him through my lashes, his eyes blazing into mine. “Touch yourself, baby,” he whispered.

I complied, sliding the two fingers tipped with the soft vibrating pads down my body and into my cleft, moaning against Ian’s skin as they skimmed over my clit, through the copious moisture gathered between my thighs, dripping down the inside of them.

His breath hissed out between his teeth as he watched, his hips taking up the rhythm I’d set, thrusting against my mouth. It wasn’t long until I was squirming against my own fingers, the pulse of the small buds rippling through me, pushing me closer and closer to that razor edge of ecstasy. I could tell that Ian was getting close, as well, his hips beginning to thrust wildly, his hands tightening more and more in my hair. I dragged my fingers back up over my clit, shuddering at the sensation, but not allowing myself to finish.

I had other plans for those fingers at the moment…plans I carried out with spectacular results.

Ian’s head dropped back, his mouth open, low sounds emanating from his lips as I worked him with my mouth and my un-wired hand harder, faster, urging him toward the finish line. I felt him swell against my tongue, becoming impossibly larger, ready to explode and at just that moment, I pressed my two vibrating digits, still wet from my body, firmly against his perineum, that smooth strip of flesh just behind his balls.

Ian’s body went rigid as the pulsing pressure rocketed through him, sending him over the edge immediately, his voice echoing through the room as he shouted, “Holy FUCK!” He pressed my head into his hips, lodging his cock in my throat as he came hard and fast, pulsing on my tongue, guttural cries being wrenched from his lips as I swallowed around him, drinking him down.