One Hot Chase (Hot Brits #12)

Chapter Seven

Sabrina

I take my time stroking his length, making sure to build up the intensity until he's ready to explode like a supervolcano. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his cheeks are flushed with pink. A droplet of moisture glistens on the tip of his crown, tempting me to lap up the salty goodness. But I'll hold back for now. Instead, I stop stroking him but keep my fingers wrapped around his shaft while I use my other hand to cup his balls. He moans as I massage them, virtually begging for more.

Damn, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Despite my hunger for his cock, I want to stoke his need even higher to heighten his pleasure. So, I let go of his erection and dance my fingers along his inner thigh.

Declan's deep groan sends shivers through me and ignites a powerful ache in my clit. As I trace delicate circles on his inner thigh, inching closer to where I know he wants me the most. His muscles tense under my touch.

"Sabrina," he growls, his voice husky with need. "You're driving me mad."

I flash him a wicked grin. "That's exactly the idea."

My resistance crumbles, and I lower my head until my nose touches his thigh. My tongue lightly grazes the sensitive skin, causing him to jerk his hips in response. Pulling back slightly, I whisper cool air over the damp trail my tongue has left behind.

He thrashes his head, seeming half entranced, his eyes rolling back in his head. Inch by inch, I dance my fingers up his body, ghosting them over his straining erection, teasing it until he lets out a sharp gasp. Then I return to cupping his balls again, pulling one into my mouth to suckle it like I'm starved and his manly parts are the only food I can consume. Damn, he tastes incredible---and I haven't even gotten to the yummiest part of his body.

Declan clenches the sofa cushions tightly with both hands. "You must be a succubus sent to torment me."

I release his sac from my mouth and lick my lips. "Mmm, but you love every second of it."

"You have no idea how much, pet, no idea at all." The blazing fire in his eyes proves his hunger for me is real and intense, and he loves what I'm doing for him.

But am I done teasing? Not even close.

As I trail open-mouthed kisses along his length, I also flick my tongue intermittently, leaving him on the brink of ecstasy, never quite getting what he wants. His fingers grip my hair, urging me to keep going. The look on his face proves to me just how badly he needs the release I'm denying him.

I maintain eye contact as I paint open-mouth kisses on his shaft and slowly lick my way up to the top, swirling my tongue around the tip and savoring the flavor of pre-cum on my tongue. The salty-sweet flavor explodes on my taste buds. I can feel myself tightening in anticipation of what comes next---me, of course. Declan's breath hitches, and I can feel his abs clenching as he fights for control. My nipples have become hard pebbles, and they're so sensitive that even the slightest touch makes my clit throb.

Now I'm taking him fully into my mouth, inch by delicious inch, until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. His guttural groans vibrate through me as my cheeks hollow out and I suck hard. My head bobs up and down while I work him with one hand, increasing the intensity of my sucking, knowing that he must be about to erupt. But I'm not done yet. With a wet 'pop' I release him from my mouth, earning a sharp gasp from Declan.

"Sabrina, please," he begs, his voice ragged with need.

I'm breathing harder too, and my cream has soaked my panties. Never have I ever been this hot for a man. Maybe I should worry about that, but I'll think about it later. Now, I need to drive him to the brink of madness before I finally let him erupt. So, I trail my fingers up his taut abdomen, reveling in the firmness of his muscles and the way his dick twitches when my hair grazes his belly.

"Please what, Declan?" I tease, my lips brushing against his ear.

"Suck me off before I lose my sodding mind."

I suppose I've tortured him enough, and besides, I'm desperate to devour him. "It's time, Sir Declan. Are you ready?"

"Fucking do it already."

"Whatever you need, baby." I rip my shirt open, sending buttons flying, then tear open my bra that opens in front. I toss the garments aside. "Lie on your back. I've got a surprise for you that I guarantee you'll love."

I shed my bra and shirt, then shimmy down his body until my face lies directly above his engorged cock. The term man candy takes on a new meaning here with this man.

Declan growls, low and primal, before slinging his arms around me to pin me to his chest. Then he flips us around in one swift motion. Now he's on his back, pinned beneath me, and I'm straddling his muscular body. His blue eyes smolder with a fierce lust.

Lowering my head, I take him into my mouth once more, this time with a newfound urgency. My tongue swirls around his stiff dick as I bob up and down, savoring every inch of him. Declan's hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrusts his hips upward.

I can't stop myself from moaning yet again as the vibrations make him shudder beneath me. My hands roam over his chiseled abs, tracing every defined muscle. I can feel the tension building in his body, his breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second.

"Fuck, Bree, you're bloody amazing."

His words spur me on, and I increase my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder and harder. I can taste more of his pre-cum on my tongue, salty and intoxicating. Declan's hips buck wildly, his control slipping away with every passing moment. I can feel him tensing, teetering on the edge of bliss.

"Bree, love, I'm close. So bloody close." Declan's fingers tighten in my hair as his breathing grows ragged. "Oh God, Bree. I'm about to---"

He doesn't finish the sentence as his release hits him in a tidal wave of pleasure. I feel him pulsing against my tongue as he spills into my mouth with a guttural groan that echoes through the room. I swallow eagerly, lapping up every drop as his hips buck beneath me one last time. His fingers tangle tighter in my hair as he rides out the waves of his climax.

When the last tremors subside, I pull my mouth free and lick the last bits of his cum from my lips. I allow myself a moment to appreciate the undeniable beauty of his naked chest dappled with pink. Declan lies sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. His eyes are closed, lips parted as he struggles to regain his breath.

A surge of pride ripples through me. I did that to him. I reduced this gorgeous, cocky man to a quivering lump.

"Bloody hell, woman," he finally manages, cracking one eye open to look at me. "Were you trying to kill me?"

I grin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "If I was, I wouldn't have let you come yet. I'd have tortured you for hours just to see the look on your face."

His grin is somewhat lopsided. "I need to reciprocate, darling."

"That's unnecessary."

"Like hell it isn't."

Declan reaches for me, his strong hands grasping my hips. In one fluid motion, he flips us over so I'm on my back, pinned beneath his muscular body. His blue eyes blaze with renewed hunger as he gazes down at me.

"My turn," he growls, his accent thicker with desire. "I intend to lap up every molecule of your cream, which will surely be the most delicious food I've ever tasted. The scent of you is maddeningly enticing. I simply must eat you up."

Declan trails hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, pausing to suck gently at my pulse point. I can't help the breathy moan that escapes my lips as electricity shoots through my body. His stubble grazes my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

"Declan," I gasp as he moves lower, peppering kisses across my collarbone.

His hands glide up my sides to my breasts as his thumbs graze the undersides. I arch into his touch, desperate for more contact. He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me.

"Patience, love," he murmurs, his heated breath whispering over my flushed skin. "I intend to savor every inch of you."

His mouth descends to my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he takes it between his lips. Convulsive gasps tumble from lips, and I arch my back as he alternates between gentle suction and teasing flicks of his tongue. His free hand kneads my other breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

"Declan, please," I whimper, my hips rolling against him instinctively.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop, looking up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Please what, darling? Tell me what you want."

"I want... I need..." The words catch in my throat as his hand trails down my stomach and he dances his fingers along the waistband of my panties. My skin tingles everywhere he touches me, and I'm practically vibrating with need.

"Use your words, love," Declan purrs, his voice low and seductive. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing even more. "I want your mouth on me. Please, Declan. I need you to taste me."

"Anything for you, my sweet."

Declan hooks his fingers under the elastic of my panties and slowly, torturously, pulls them down my legs. The cool air hits my heated core, making me shiver. He tosses the scrap of lace aside and settles between my thighs, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive flesh.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," he murmurs. "The most beautiful creature I've ever laid my hands on. Your hair is like silk, your lips are just plump enough to arouse a man's hunger, and the touch of your skin makes me crazed for you."

I gasp as Declan's tongue glides over my heated flesh, teasing my folds with feather-light strokes. My hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more pressure, but his strong hands hold me in place.

"Patience, love," he murmurs against my skin.

He continues his torturous exploration, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue. When he finally circles my clit, I cry out while tangling my fingers in his hair.

"Oh god, Declan," I moan. "Please don't stop."

He hums in response, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation. His talented tongue dances over my most sensitive areas, building the pressure low in my belly. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry of ecstasy. The dual sensation of his fingers pumping in and out while his tongue works magic on my clit is almost too much to bear. My thighs tremble as the pressure builds like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"That's it, love," Declan murmurs against my flesh. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone."

His words, combined with a particularly skillful flick of his tongue, send me careening over the edge. My back bows as waves of pleasure crash over me, Declan's name falling from my lips in a breathless chant. He doesn't let up until I'm a dazed, incoherent mess.

When the last aftershocks subside, Declan plants a soft kiss on the tender underside of my throat. "You are a goddess in the throes, Bree. I should bow down at your feet to worship you."

"Now you're going a little overboard, don't you think? I love the compliments, and especially the mind-blowing orgasm, but you deserve all the credit for that."

He wags a finger at me. "No, no, love. Your pleasure inspired me."

I laugh, feeling light and giddy in the afterglow. "Well, if that's the case, I'd be happy to inspire you again sometime."

His eyes darken with renewed hunger. "Sometime? How about right now?"

I expect him to dive in again since his mouth still hovers millimeters from my sex. But instead, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom. It's huge, opulent, and gorgeous. The bed looks like a California king. Declan is a large man, but not unusually tall. He must simply like having a big bed.

He discards my blouse and my bra. Both are ruined, but I don't give a hoot about that. He keeps hold of me while he thrusts the covers aside. Then he drops me onto the mattress, where I bounce and squeak in surprise. "You will come again, here on my bed, while I show you all the tricks I know for pleasuring a woman. How does that sound?"

Before I can respond, he's kissing me again, deeply and passionately. I can taste myself on his lips, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. His hand slides down my body, cupping my still-sensitive core.

"Declan," I gasp against his lips. "I don't know if I can---"

"Trust me, Bree," he murmurs, his fingers working their magic on my folds. "You can, and you will burst like a firework for me."

And just like that, I'm putty in his hands again. His touch is electric, reigniting the fire in my veins and deep inside my sex. As I arch into him, craving the climax I know he can give me, I feel his big palms covering my tits. The sensation ignites an erotic tingle between my thighs. I need him inside me, need it so badly that I can hardly breathe. I feel his dick firming up and lengthening while I writhe like a snake beneath him, releasing hungry little noises.

This man knows exactly how to turn me on, like no one else ever has.

Declan places soft, wet kisses on my belly as he slides his body onto mine and moves upward ever so slowly. When he reaches my breasts, he cups them so he can lick, suckle, and ultimately devour them in a manner I've never experienced before.

But he's not done yet.