Sweet Distraction ✔︎

[17] 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑮𝒖𝒚

Evan rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. Dawn light slanted through the blinds in his bedroom. Isabelle sat on the chair by the window with a cup of coffee, her hair long and messy around her shoulders.

Wearing the striped knee socks she’d had on yesterday and his navy T-shirt, she looked both adorably tousled and so damned sexy that heat sparked through Evan’s veins. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her. She was like an endless chili-chocolate cake, a mixture of sweet and spicy wrapped into one delicious, creamy package.

He could still taste her on his lips. His cock twitched. He wanted to walk over to her, spread her long legs, and bury his face in her pussy until she gripped his hair and begged him to make her come.

Isabelle glanced up. Evan realized he’d groaned aloud.

“Morning.” She held up her mug. “There’s coffee, if you want some.”

“C’mere,” he ordered gruffly.

Her eyebrows lifted, but she set her mug aside and obediently padded back over to the bed. He liked it when she obeyed. He also liked it when she took control. Hell, he liked her any way he could get her.

He pushed the sheet aside and shifted onto his back. Isabelle’s lips parted on an O of surprise as she saw the hardening bulge in his boxer briefs. Her gaze flew to his.

“Really?” she breathed.

“Last night was just a warm-up.” He stuck his hand into his boxers and grabbed his shaft. “This time, you’re going to do the work.”

A visible shudder ran through her, even as a flash of teasing defiance lit in her eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” she countered.

“Then I’ll make good on my promise to spank you.”

She folded her arms and pursed her lips, which made him want to kiss her. “I’m not in the mood for spanking,” she announced.

“Are you in the mood for a fucking?”

“Maybe…” She glanced at his erection again.

Evan groaned and squeezed his shaft. “Come on, honey. Ride me.”

“God,” Isabelle whispered, rubbing the back of her neck. “And here I thought you were such a nice guy.”

“I’m a nice guy who wants to see his nice girl bouncing up and down on his cock until she comes like a rocket.”

Isabelle shivered again, a flush rising to her cheeks. Locking her gaze to his, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it off, revealing her pale, burnished body. Evan’s cock jerked to full hardness at the sight of her, all curves and soft skin, her nipples budding up into tight points that begged for his touch.

He shoved his boxers off, letting his cock rise upward. Isabelle stared at it and licked her lips. He almost grabbed her and hauled her to him, but he wanted her to make the first… okay, the second move. And he really wanted to see her riding him.

Isabelle took a condom from the nightstand and moved to straddle him. She settled back on his thighs, taking his dick in her warm hand as she rolled the condom slowly over his shaft.

Evan tensed. Pressure collected at his groin. Maintaining self-control around Isabelle was not easy. Especially not with her delectable ass pressing against his thighs, and her hair falling around her naked body… and Christ, she’d left her knee socks on, which was almost disturbingly sexy.

He gripped her hips, urging her upward. “Do it.”

She lifted her body and braced her hands on his chest. “Put it inside me.”