Allie continued to clutch at his shirt as her legs tangled with his. Then she rotated her hips, grinding on him, moving against his straining cock. Oh, fuck, that felt good.

He wanted to touch her body, feel those breasts. In a moment. Maybe two, because right now, he couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t stop sticking his tongue down her bloody throat.

Allie wrapped one leg around his waist. Exactly what he’d been thinking about earlier. She squeezed his waist with it, and he shifted until his cock was aligned with her pussy. Then he moved against her, angling himself, rotating as he pressed against her.

Sohot.

He was on fire. The feel of her consumed him, burned him up. He couldn’t remember wanting anything the way he wanted Allison.

Allie’s moans became more frequent, more urgent as she continued to grind against him. He hadn’t dry humped anyone since he was fifteen. But it felt so damned wonderful, he just kept rubbing against her, enjoyed the friction.

Keeping his mouth on hers, he let go of her head and jerked the tie of her robe loose. Then he pulled it open and off her shoulders.

Allie broke away, tore her mouth from his, and shrugged out of the robe. “Hang on, let me get rid of this.” As soon as her arms were free, he found the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head.

With his weight on his hands, he leaned away to look at her. For a long moment he simply stared at the beauty that was Allison Campbell—that lovely face, the wide, blue eyes, the lush mouth. Ah, those full, pink-tipped breasts. Then his mouth was back on hers, demanding a response.

She gave him one. She sank her fingers into his hair, tightening her grasp, pulling at it. It almost hurt. And he loved it. Loved the way his body heated at her touch. Loved the way he fit against her. Perfectly, like they were made that way.

He clasped her thigh, smoothed his palm across her soft skin, working his hand higher until he cupped her ass through the thin material of her shorts. He forced his mouth off of hers. “Why are you wearing so many damned clothes? Bloody nuisance.” Then he leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers once more.

He grasped the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down. Allie helped by lifting her ass off the sofa and yanking on the other side. With reluctance, Trevor raised his head and stopped kissing. “Drop your leg, darling. Shorts need to come off.” He was all but gasping, his chest brushing her bare breasts with each exhalation. Those gorgeous bare breasts. Dipping his head, he took one in his mouth and sucked.

“Trevor.” She pulled on his hair until he raised his head. “Why am I always the naked one, huh?”

He smiled down at her. “Part of my master plan.”

She ran her tongue across her lips—they were dark red and swollen. She slid her calf over his ass and down the back of his thigh, taking her time, caressing him with her leg.

He groaned. “You’re killing me, Miss Campbell.” He drew the shorts over her legs and dropped them on the floor.

“We’ve had sex. Can we dispense with the Miss Campbell?” She was winded too. He liked that he’d done that, made her heart pound, made her breathless with his kisses.

He grinned. “Maybe I have a naughty nanny fantasy.”

She let go of her viselike hold on his hair and laughed. God, how he loved that sound. She smoothed her hands along the sides of his face, brushed his cheek. “Let’s get you naked too.”

“Marvelous idea.” He leaned back, keeping his knee wedged between her thighs, and with one hand, unbuttoned his shirt. Allie didn’t help him. Instead, she ran her own hands across her breasts and watched as his shirt disappeared.

With great reluctance, he moved away from her to stand. “Do that again. Touch yourself.”

Her eyes on him, she hesitated a moment, then did as he’d asked. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, she lightly circled her fingertips over her nipples. They jutted out, begging for his attention.

Trevor’s gaze didn’t leave her as he found a condom. “More.” He grabbed his cock through his pants, gave it a stroke as he watched her.

She cupped her breasts, then moved her hands lower, with agonizing slowness, down her taut stomach, over her smooth legs. Finally, her fingers danced over the small triangle of blond hair. She let her legs fall open and parted the lips with two fingers, giving him a captivating view of her damp pussy.

He ran a hand over his mouth, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He needed to get control or he’d embarrass himself—that also hadn’t happened since he was fifteen.

After a minute, he opened his eyes and kicked off his shoes, and in seconds was as naked as she. Still touching herself, her gaze flowed over him, taking in his chest, his abs, and stopping at his cock.

He wanted to protest when she moved her hand away from that lovely cunt, but when Allie sat up and balanced on her knees, crooking her finger at him, he closed his mouth. “Come here, English.”

Enthralled, Trevor stepped closer and cupped the back of her head. When she circled both hands around his cock, he groaned. But when she rubbed his tip across her nipple, he almost came on the spot.

“Fuck, Allison.”

“In a minute,” she said with grin.

Reaching out, Trevor squeezed her breasts together and placed his cock between them. God, he’d fantasized about this. Often. The real thing was much better. Allie dropped her hands as he pushed himself between her tits. It was almost more than he could to take.

Allie grabbed his hips. “Self-control. No coming allowed.”

“Ladies first,” he agreed.

As he thrust his hips forward, the tip of his prick poked the bottom of her chin. He pulled back and drove forward once more. This time, Allie lowered her mouth and licked the head. Bloody fucking hell, that felt good. He did it a few more times, but the combination of her mouth, her tits, and watching his cock slide between them was too much.

“I can’t take any more of that, love.” Relinquishing his hold on her breasts, he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth. After he sheathed himself, he had her on her back in a flash.

Never letting his eyes stray from her face, he cupped her breast, grazing her nipple with his thumb. She arched and dug her short fingernails into the back of his hand. Ah yes, Allie Campbell had very sensitive breasts. He would have to do something about that.

Bending his head, he swirled the tip of his tongue around the areola, denying her what she wanted, licking in smaller circles, nibbling his way toward the center but never touching it.

“Trevor, please.” She twisted her head and looked at him.

He stopped. “Please what, darling?” He smiled cheerfully.

“I hate you.”

He leaned down and nipped the underside of her breast, causing her to gasp. He was dying, wanting to be inside her, but he so liked playing with her. “Please what?” he prompted.

“Suck me, English.”

Only then did he lick the rosy-pink point. He scraped his teeth along the length of it, pulled it in his mouth, and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Then he moved his head to the other breast and carefully bit down. She leaned her head back, exposing her white throat. He hadn’t explored that part of her yet. But he would. Eventually, he would become acquainted with every bloody inch of her.

Keeping his mouth clamped on her breast, he moved one hand to her pussy, rubbed the pad of his finger against her slit. She was slick and ready. Using his thumb, he circled her clit and slid a finger inside. She was smooth and wet, and she smelled so good. All the while, he continued to sweep his tongue across the hard flesh of her breast.

Allie writhed beneath him and again grasped his hair with one hand. “I want your cock, Trevor.”

“Yes.” He kissed her, almost tenderly as he slipped his finger from her body, but he wanted to be in her so badly, he ached.