by Cari Quinn
God. It was a good thing I’d left myself on the verge of coming, because we probably wouldn’t have gotten far otherwise.
His skin was paler here, but still so much darker than mine, surrounded by dark, wiry hair. I licked my lips, and he whispered my name, half prayer, half chant, and scooped my hair back.
When he watched me suck the head of him into my mouth, it wasn’t in the glass. His gaze never left me as I opened myself up for his invasion.
He was so thick and long that my jaw ached almost immediately. I was out of practice, and my knees were already sore from this position.
And I barely felt any of it because my only focus was that subtle expansion in my mouth and throat. The way the soft sacs beneath throbbed under my careful touch. That hot pulse and rush of blood in his shaft as I shifted my fingers to circle his width.
I wanted him to come in my mouth, probably more than I’d ever wanted anything. To hell with being greedy for myself. He’d given me so much already, and the hint of salt on my tongue was intoxicating.
But he didn’t give me the option.
He stepped back and left his cock bobbing between us, slick from me and so painfully hard that the tip was dark and dripping.
I licked my lips again. “I like how you taste.”
Groaning, he drew me to my feet. “Let’s see,” he said, and then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss spun out until I was lightheaded, but he was already on the move. He filled his hands with my breasts before lowering his head to suck on my nipples, first one then the other. Working them until they were gleaming wet and dark red from his lips and teeth.
I couldn’t stop writhing against him even as I held his head in place. I was so close to coming again, just from going down on him and his erotic kisses.
“I want you naked too, dammit,” I panted, tugging on his shirt.
He yanked it off from behind his head, giving me barely a moment to appreciate his toned abs and dark ink. Then he opened the door and pushed me down the low-lit hall into his bedroom. I didn’t know how many bathrooms this place had, or how many rooms, period, but the space seemed huge.
His bedroom especially.
The overwhelming masculinity of the heavy furniture and the enormous bed made me falter for a step before he simply plucked me up and placed me where he wanted me.
Dead center of his bed. Spread out and shaking like a virgin.
He didn’t say a word as he went to his nightstand. But I did.
“I’m on the pill. You don’t need that.”
Not that I believed in going without a condom normally, especially with a new lover. But this was Cooper, and after what we’d shared, it felt vital to finish this in the most elemental way possible. Messy and dirty and raw, no holds barred.
His hopeful expression would have been comical if my thighs hadn’t been clenched with anticipation. “You trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Do you?”
He put his knee on the bed and crawled over me, a long, lean jungle cat about to pounce. “With my life.”
I twisted my arms together above my head on the bed. I needed him to know that I was placing myself in his care, body and soul.
The emotion in his gaze rocked me. Enough that I almost didn’t feel his length grazing my pussy before he grasped his shaft and circled the head of it over my clit, again and again.
Then I could feel nothing else.
I arched into his strokes, wordlessly begging him for more. And soon realized dizzily that the bastard wasn’t going to do what I wanted until I came again.
Even if he had to play dirty.
When the head of him moved just a fraction lower than I anticipated, my eyes flashed open and locked on his. “I might not live through it, but you’re welcome to try.”
“Fuck, Teagan. I’m the one who might not live through it. Or this.” He slid all the way inside me with a silky thrust, so smoothly that the momentary pain that followed didn’t slow down my already rising and falling hips.
I wanted this—him—with everything I was. If I was going to not be able to walk tomorrow, then I was damn sure going on the ride of my life tonight.
He pinched my nipples, and the pleasure jolted right to my clit. Degree by degree, he lowered down on top of me, bracing most of his weight on the forearm he laid on the bed near my head. Then he started to fuck me in deep, slow thrusts that made my eyes cross. No tricks. No fancy leg lifted to the ceiling business. He just made room for himself inside me as if my pussy had been made solely for him and killed me softly with the relentless hammering of his hips into mine.
“I’m not going to last.”
I barely heard him through the sound of my own moans. And then, the half scream that ripped from my chest as he bore down just right, and my need reached its peak. Spasms wracked me, endless and overwhelming.
I clamped down hard around his rigid dick while my orgasm went on and on and dragged my nails down his lower back to make sure he stayed right where he was.
Possibly for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, I love to feel you coming around me. Jesus, I can’t hold on.” He fumbled to find my lips in the darkness. And drove into me one last time as he came, panting my name against my mouth.
In the aftermath, I rubbed his back. I was trying to soothe him after coming hard enough to snap his spine—or mine—and not rile him up again, but clearly, twenty-eight-year-old cocks had more stamina than I gave them credit for. At least this one did.
“I should move,” he mumbled into my hair.
“You’re not that heavy.” It was a good thing I had two legs, because I was pretty sure one of them was already functionally useless from his big thigh draped across it.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well…if you moved, we could spoon.”
I actually heard the smile he turned against my hair. “Yeah.”
Just like I heard the telltale soft snoring a minute later.
But I grinned just the same. I’d had a couple of glorious orgasms. He’d had an incredible one himself. This just proved he wasn’t completely, annoyingly perfect.
Thank God. I could work with not perfect.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Once the feeling came back to my extremities, anyway.
Ten
Waking up with a mouthful of peachy-pine scented hair was a new experience. We were twisted around one another all the way down to the scent.
I slipped my hand down her satiny smooth belly as I tucked her ass into the curve of my body.
Warm.
Perfect.
Mine.
I pushed her hair over her shoulder to taste the little spot I’d found last night during round three or four. Two vertebrae down from the nape of her neck.
There.
She moaned a little in her sleep, and I smiled against her skin. The freckles I’d dreamed about, the skin I’d obsessed over, the woman who’d tangled up every emotion I had—she was here. In my bed.
Still.
Not a dream.
Shards of sunlight slashed across our bodies. Her pale skin glowed off my dark sheets. I wasn’t sure my life would ever be the same now that I knew what we were like together. For me, there was no going back.
I dragged the tip of my tongue up to the fine chain she wore. The costume jewelry from the night before was in little pieces on my floor. But this? The lightweight chain held a tiny gold cross that hung at that little dip in her clavicle and had distracted me since the first day I’d seen her. No destroying that. It was as sacred as her skin. A talisman of the good girl I knew was her very foundation. The woman who had kept this little piece of her childhood close. It reminded me to cherish her even when she drove me insane.
I skipped across her slim shoulders and found a few scrapes from my teeth and beard. Marks she wore because I couldn’t stop tasting her even when they ended in brands.
Maybe a normal man would be horrified, but I wasn’t. I wanted her striped w
ith my love bruises.
I slid my hand down to cup between her legs. The feather-light curls were already wet for me. Always wet for me. I nudged her over me until she was splayed out across my chest, wide open for me. Her ass grinding against my steel-hard dick.
She came awake with a start, bowing up off my chest with a groan just as I slipped two fingers inside her. Instantly, our hips were in time. She set the tempo of my relentless, driving beat.
She reached behind her head to find me, her long, strong fingers going right for my hair. “Cooper.”
My dick hardened even more at the sweet sigh of my name on her lips.
My other hand raced up her belly to her shuddering ribs, then to her breast. The heavy curve of her fit my hand perfectly. I wanted to go slow, to show her care, but I was already gone.
Her slick pussy sucked my fingers deeper as she opened her legs to give me everything. Peaches and pine and her alluring more primal scent threatened to drown me, but I didn’t care. I’d cheerfully die this way.
I ground my hips up against her ass, aching to slide inside of her.
Last night had been the first time I’d gone without a condom. I wanted her just this way, slick and hot around me with no barriers.
She maneuvered herself lower until my shaft was between her legs, brushing against my hand. “Inside me.”
I grinned into her neck. She was going to kill me. “Not yet.” I ground my palm against the top of her pussy. I couldn’t see what the hell I was doing around the forest of red curls in my face, but I knew her body already. I could get her off like this, without even making direct contact with her tight little clit.
I wanted to watch her, hear her, taste her as she melted down around me, but I needed to extend the torture a little more. Even if I was being tortured as well.
She reached down as if to help.
“Nuh-uh. Hands up and put them behind my head.”
“Yours? You do realize how short I am?’ She gasped even as she reached back eagerly.
“Stretch that delicious body of yours. I know you can do it.” I nipped her neck and added a third finger.
Her nails bit into my neck as she undulated against me. With each twist of her hips, my dick got wetter as she flowed through my fingers. “So fucking ready for me. So wet for me.”
“Yes. For anything. Please.” Her voice was husky and broken.
“Hold onto me.” I pinched her nipple, and then slid my hand up to her neck and held her down against me. Her head slid slightly to my shoulder and gave me more access to her throat and ear. I nipped her lobe. “Tighter.”
Her nails dug into my neck and scraped my shoulders as she strained up.
Her pulse fluttered under my hand as I tightened my hold just a little more until she groaned out my name, slipping into a scream as I finger-fucked her and rubbed my cock against the flesh just below my fingers, grinding along the cleft of her ass until she was mindless.
“Teagan,” I growled into her ear and nearly came with her, but I wanted inside of her.
Needed to pound into her.
I rolled us both over, so she was on her stomach. And then, with one stroke, I was inside.
Into the darkness and bliss that was Teagan’s sweet pussy.
I nailed her into the mattress, the pace rocketing and erratic. I couldn’t control myself or the driving need to own and brand.
I reared up on my knees and gripped her hips, arrowing inside her again and again. Her soft, pale flesh was so fragile compared to my tanned, roughened hands.
Teasingly, I dragged my thumb along the cleft of her ass and nudged the puckered pink skin above my driving cock.
She pushed pillows out of the way and crawled for the headboard.
“Are you trying to get away from me?” I slowed enough to dip my head to scrape my teeth up her sweat-soaked back.
“No. I just want to hold on. I need you to fuck me harder.”
“Fuck.” I love you. It echoed in my brain and slammed like my kick drum.
I pushed that down, focusing on her body and the finish line that would knock some sense back into me.
She grabbed the headboard with one hand, her knees widening to take me as she reached back for me and guided me home.
I went right for her neck, gathering all that glorious red hair into my fist. “I want to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle. Fuck me, Cooper. Make me stop aching, please.”
I nipped her neck, knowing it would be one more brand, then braced my hands on the headboard beside hers and slammed inside of her. For every powerhouse snap of my hips, she met me with her softness and steely determination.
She matched me in every way.
Took all my rough edges and evened them out with her strength.
She turned to me, her bluebell eyes blown out. She was in that space between here and lost. I was too on the edge to do much more than kiss her roughly before bringing my hand down to where we were enmeshed. She was so swollen and used.
By me.
Mine.
“Please.” She reached between her legs and touched my balls, the nick of her nails tumbling me headlong into a freefall.
I gripped her hair, pulling her head back as her screams matched my guttural, nearly sonic groan of her name.
I came so hard the room blackened. The midday sun was swallowed up by the tiny slice of calm before the roar of reality when I was dropped back into my bed to find us in a crumple of legs and arms.
Somehow I was now on my back and she was on top of me.
“Jesus. Sweet Jesus,” she muttered as she crawled up and around me like a goddamn spider monkey. She was shaking, her face buried in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her. I was determined not to pass out like I had that first time. It probably made me a goddamn chump, but Christ, she wrung me out every time.
Every time, it felt like I was touching the sun.
I tucked my chin along her shoulder and held her as tightly as she held me.
“How can it be like that every time?”
I smiled into her skin again. “I don’t know, but look how much time we wasted. We could have been doing this for years.”
She kissed her way up my neck to my scratchy, beardy cheeks and finally, to my lips. Then she winced and tried to pull away. “Dragon breath.”
I chuckled. “Me?”
“No, me.” She tried to get up, but I caught the back of her neck and dragged her in for a long, slow kiss. There was not one corner of her mouth I left untouched. She tasted of sunshine and happiness. In our insane life, she was my one constant.
I drew back, grinning back at her soft smile. When she opened her eyes, they were dreamy in that girlish way she had about her. If any other woman looked at me like that, I’d have been doing backflips in my rush off the bed, but her? I wanted to show her how good we were together before she got too thinky.
Before we got back to the reality of the bus full of idiots I loved as much as my family.
I leaned back in for maybe round six, when my phone buzzed on the bedside table.
“Ignore it,” I said against her mouth.
She slanted her mouth along mine, deepening the kiss.
I gripped her ass, pulling her forward to wrap around me again. Her strong fingers slipped around my shaft to grip me just right.
“More,” I murmured.
She tightened her grip, and then pushed me onto my back. She inched back and lowered her head to lick the tip of my dick. “Like this?” She squeezed the base of my cock and covered me, taking me deep.
“Fuck.” I lifted my head to watch her as my phone rumbled again.
She freed me with a pop and swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Could be important.”
“It could be Lila herself, and I’d tell her to fuck right off.”
She grinned and licked her lips before taking me inside her mouth again, watching me as she went deeper with each stroke.
Christ, she was going to
kill me dead.
I raked my fingers into my hair so I wouldn’t grip hers. I didn’t trust myself just then. Not when she took me so deep I could feel the back of her goddamn throat without a single gagging noise.
“You’re a fucking miracle.”
She hummed around me and pumped as she took a breath and went for more. Her other hand disappeared under her.
“Are you fingering yourself?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She grinned around the head of my cock, flicking her tongue along the lower rim. “You taste good. Watching all those muscles…” She dragged the tip of her nail through the coarse hair at the top of my cock to the sensitive flesh below my navel then over to follow the carved lines I worked hard for. I silently thanked Zane for dragging me into the gym all the time.
Her other hand came up, slick from her pussy, and coated my cock before she rubbed the tip against her nipple. Her other hand was busy scraping her short nails over my abdominal muscles. “Hard everywhere.”
My fucking phone buzzed again and I growled. “Are you kidding me?”
She laughed and rolled off me to grab it.
“No!”
“Hello.”
I slammed my head into the mattress.
“Hello, Zane.”
I lifted my head.
“Umm. Well, Cooper was in the other room.” She winced. “You know I’m staying here since the brownstone is… Yeah.”
I rolled onto my side and propped my head on my hand, watching the blush slide up her chest and light her face. This should be good.
“You want to talk to Cooper? Mmm-hmm.” Her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay? All right, hang on.” She held out the cell to me. “He really wants to talk to you.”
Her body language had changed from amused by the intrusion to hurt. Her shoulders hunched, and she stole the sheet off the bed.
“Teag?”
She waved me off and tucked the sheet around her chest.
“What the hell did you say to her, Z?”
“Why is she answering your phone? And why did it take three tries, for fuck’s sake?”
My eyebrows headed for the sky. Zane hardly ever got annoyed. “I had it on silent from last night.”
