She rested her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head to the side. “Your assy is showing.”
“Kind of like how yours was before?”
She slugged me in the arm. “You shouldn’t have looked.”
“Hadley, if your ass is in my face, you can better believe I’m going to fucking look.”
Her head rested on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t swear so much.”
“Sorry, next time I’ll use shit muffins instead.”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she said as she laughed.
I sat down in the chair, positioning her between my legs, and fingered the hem of her shirt. I looked up at her. “They make you wear this short of skirt for work?”
“It used to be longer, then Ryker decided to help with laundry and shrunk half of my work clothes.”
“I bet you make crazy tips,” I pondered out loud.
“Yeah, but I just need to be careful who I bend over in front of.”
Picturing Hadley bending over in front of me made me moan while my fingers touched her soft skin. I slid my hand to her ass and pulled her closer. “You have two options right now.”
She gulped and nodded. “And what would those options be?” she asked shakily.
My legs spread wide, and I leaned forward. Her eyes were clouded with desire, and I knew she wanted me. “You put the pizza in the oven, we watch a movie, and I go home, or,” I licked my lips and squeezed her ass, “you climb into my lap, and I give us both what we’ve been wanting.”
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and she rested her hands on my shoulders. “Can we have pizza after?”
My eyes closed, and I pressed my face into her stomach. “Fuck yes,” I mumbled.
Her hands pressed on my shoulders, and I sat back in the chair. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and I wound my arms around her waist. “I gotta admit, sweetheart, I really didn’t know which way you were going to go.”
She leaned back and looked down at me. “As long as this stays between you and me, no won’t be a word you hear from me often,” she purred.
“You sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Her hands slid down my chest and grabbed the hem of my shirt. “You told me I was the boss tonight, right?”
“That is what I said.”
She worked my shirt up and pulled it over my head. “Then I say you and I both have too many clothes on.” Her hands ran over my bare chest, and her fingertips traced the tribal tattoo on my arm and over my shoulder to my back.
“It’s amazing the things we hide under our clothes. I never figured you for a tattoo.”
A laugh rumbled through me, and I fingered the hem of her shirt. “I got that when I turned eighteen and thought it would make me look like a badass.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Well, mission accomplished, although I think the fact your hands are probably deadly weapons makes you more of a badass.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I said, shaking my head. “You need to stop watching kung fu movies.”
“Never. Those are the only movies Ryker will watch with me. You would think I was shoving needles down his fingernails when I put anything else on.” She sighed and tapped her finger on her chin. “Although, the kid sure does like to watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.”
I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass. I pulled her flush against me, and her skirt rode up her legs. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have to ask you to not talk about Ryker when you’re straddling my lap.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair and gently tugged. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“Not saying you can’t talk about him, just not when I’m about to have my way with you.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that’s what’s about to happen?” she purred.
“That and so much more, sweetheart.”
**********
Hadley
I gave in. I couldn’t resist this man.
He maybe assy, but he also was sweet as hell and managed to make me feel safe. I knew it wouldn’t last long, Ryker not knowing about us. But hopefully before he found out, Tate would move on, and no one would ever have to know what a fool I was.
“Hold on,” he growled. He stood up, taking me with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Which door is yours?”
“Second one on the right,” I gasped, holding on tight.
He stalked down the hallway and kicked open my door. His lips were on my neck, and my head was tossed back. “Holy hell,” I gasped.
“Light,” he growled against my skin.
I swatted at the switch, and the room was bathed in light. “Can’t we keep it off?” My room looked like a bomb had gone off. I had a horrible habit of only picking up my room once a week. Hell, who was I kidding? It had at least been two weeks.
He laid me down on my bed, and he covered me with his body. “I need to see every inch of you, and that can’t happen in the dark.”
“Then just close your eyes when you’re not looking at me.”
He leaned back and looked around the room. He surveyed the carnage of three overflowing baskets with clean clothes and my closet that was bursting open with stray shoes and random clothes hanging wonky. My dresser was somewhat picked up, but there were four bras hanging from the mirror. “That’s a different kind of decorating,” he murmured, eyeing my bras.
I put my hands on either side of his head and guided his eyes back to me. “It’s all the latest rage in Milan,” I snickered.
His body shook with laughter, and he pressed a kiss to my lips. “Maybe you’ll have to come do some decorating at my house. Maybe bring some of your panties, and we’ll find a place to hang them in the kitchen.”
“Silly, everyone knows you can’t hang panties in the kitchen. They belong in the dining room.”
Tate threw his head back, laughing, and I enjoyed the view. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he looked so carefree. Tate was a sight to behold normally, but when he let go, oh my Lord. “I like when you do that,” I whispered.
“Do what, sweetheart?” His hands caressed my body, and he pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach.
“Laugh,” I mumbled. “You look so carefree.”
He leaned down, pressing kisses along the waistband of my skirt. “I am when I’m with you.”
“You’re going to have to share that with me.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
“Anything is yours,” he mumbled.
Lord, that scared me. I was afraid that I was going to want it all, but I had nothing to give him back. “Those are dangerous words,” I murmured.
“Then how about we just stop with the words, and we get down with a little action.” He slid down the zipper on my skirt and tugged the fabric down my legs. “Fuck me. Did you really have to do this to me?” he asked, his teeth clenched.
“Do what?” I racked my brain trying to figure out when he was talking about. I had shaved everything and had even put on matching panties and bra.
“A tattoo?”
Oh hell. I had forgotten about that. I never saw the damn thing. “That is a drunken night back in my twenties that I will never be able to forget.”
His fingers brushed over the word freedom I had tattooed under my right breast. Why I had put it there, I still don’t know. “Captain Morgan and my friends are to blame for the placement,” I mumbled.
“It’s hot as fuck.” His lips grazed the tender skin, and I arched my back, aching to be touched by him. He rolled me to the side and unfastened my bra before dragging the straps down my arms and tossing it on the floor. My arms instinctively moved to cover my breasts, but he pulled them down. “No, I need to see all of you, sweetheart.”
“Tate, it’s just…I haven’t…” I trailed off, unsure of what I wanted to say.
He sat back on his calves and looked down at me. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never… that this is your…”
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Thank Christ. I was about to put my shirt on and get the hell out of here.”
I giggled and shook my head. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve done this.”
A look of relief crossed his face. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.”
“Humph. I’m glad my celibacy makes you happy. It hasn’t exactly been the best year of my life.” The damn man was infuriating.
He chuckled and cradled my cheek. “I wouldn’t be a man if I wasn’t happy to know that another man hadn’t been where I’m about to go.”
“But I said this isn’t—”
He pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head. “Shhh,” he closed his eyes and smiled. “Don’t ruin the fantasy for me, sweetheart.”
I knocked his hand away and leaned forward. “I’m afraid to ask what the fantasy is.”
“It’ll be better if I just show you.”
He covered my body with his, and his hands went to my panties, hooking his thumbs in the waistband. “You have too many clothes on.” He worked them down my legs, his touch leaving a trail of desire in their wake and igniting a fire deep inside me.
“Tate,” I moaned as his lips followed a path up my leg. They brushed my inner thigh, and my body trembled. “Please,” I begged.
“No need to beg, sweetheart. I have no plans of stopping.” He looked up at me, his silver eyes dark with desire. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“You know that’s sexy as hell?”
“What is?”
“You, making sure I’m okay.”
“This really wouldn’t work if you weren’t.”
I laughed and laid back down. “Assy, but a gentleman.”
“You need to answer my question, Hadley.”
I waved my hand in the air. “You may proceed, sir.”
He pinched my leg, and I squawked. “I’m assy, and you’re a smart ass,” he countered. He moved further up, his breath against my pussy. “I think we make a good pair.”
I bucked my hips. “There’s only one way to really find out,” I whispered.
His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and he lightly blew on my clit. “So fucking wet,” he growled. He rubbed the sensitive skin around my clit and gently slid a finger inside me. “All because of me,” he gloated.
“Assy,” I moaned.
“You like it.”
And that, right there, was something I couldn’t deny.
He flicked my clit, and a tremor rocked my body. Sweet Jesus, I hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time. I could tell Tate knew what the hell he was doing. His finger thrust in and out, while his thumb massaged my clit.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
How embarrassing was it that I was about thirty seconds away from having the best orgasm of my life? “Just don’t stop,” I insisted.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. The man was not only a ninja in the studio, he was also a ninja in the bedroom. He quickly moved up my body and flipped us over. “Sit on my face.” He grabbed my ass, and I jack-knifed up at his words.
“What?”
“Sit. On. My. Face.”
He manhandled me halfway up his chest, and I dug my heels into the mattress. “I’m going to suffocate you.”
“Not going to happen, but if it does, make sure you put ‘Death by Pussy’ on my gravestone. I’ll be a fucking legend.” He squeezed my ass and lifted me up. My feet slipped, and he hoisted me over his head.
“This is insane,” I shrieked. “What was wrong with me laying on the bed?”
He growled. “Not a damn thing. Now brace yourself on the wall and lower your sweet pussy onto my fucking mouth.”
“Tate, I don’t think—”
“Hadley,” he barked. “Trust me. Put your knees in the mattress, grab the fucking wall, and hold the hell on.”
“I thought I was the boss tonight,” I mumbled as I slowly did what he said.
My hands were sprawled out on the wall, and my knees were on each side of his head. “You ready?” he asked.
Lord have mercy, I was far from ready. “Yeah,” I whispered.
He looped his arms around my hips and yanked my down. His tongue devoured my clit, and the phrase ‘getting eaten out’ took on a whole new meaning. I clawed at the wall, my body bucking from his probing tongue. I pressed my forehead to the wall, and I imagined what a torrid picture we made. “Tate,” I gasped.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me down as far as he could. The man had a magical tongue, and he knew how to use it.
I panted under his attention, and I ground my pussy onto his mouth, suddenly not caring if I suffocated him. It felt too good for me to think about anything else than coming all over his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. He added another finger, stretching me open. His mouth was bringing me closer to the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion. “Tate, please,” I begged.
His teeth grazed my clit, and I came.
Hard.
My pussy clenched his fingers, and I moaned his name over and over. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I bowed my head. “Shit muffins,” I gasped.
Tate slapped my ass, and I shakily lifted up. “Fuck me,” he mumbled.
I looked down at him and cocked my head. “Is that a good thing?”
“I’m gonna say probably as good as shit muffins are.”
I cringed and closed my eyes. I really needed to stop using that. “Mine was a good shit muffins.”
He lifted me up and off his face, and I collapsed on top of him. “That was just the appetizer, sweetheart.”
I buried my face in his neck and wasn’t sure I was ready for the main course. “Two minutes,” I mumbled, holding up two fingers.
Tate rolled me over, slid off the bed, and started taking off his pants. “You have about thirty seconds, Hadley.”
I moaned and splayed my fingers over my eyes. “I think I can be ready by then.” He pulled his pants down, exposing his muscled, and tanned legs. “How the hell are you tan?” It was May in Wisconsin, and the weather had just started warming up, instead of warm two days and then a week of cold. I loved Wisconsin, but sometimes, I thought Mother Nature forgot to take her meds.
He shrugged and pulled his boxers down. “It’s just my skin tone.”
All thought of tanned legs and weather flew from my mind, and I gulped. Hard.
Holy Mother Mary and Jesus. Tate, he was…well…how…shit, he had a fucking dick on him. I stuttered, trying to form any coherent thought. “You are…Holy Mother…that is not…” I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side. “Shit cakes.”
He reached down and stroked the full length of his dick. “As fucking adorable as you are, sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to not say that about my dick.”
I nodded dumbly and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Can I touch it?” Yup, totally just asked permission to touch his dick. It was like an exotic animal I hadn’t seen in years, and all I wanted to do was pet it, and more than likely lick it.
“Pretty sure he’ll be disappointed if you don't.”
My eyes traveled up his toned body. “He?”
“Well, it sure as shit isn’t a she.”
I giggled and bit my bottom lip. “Please tell me you didn’t name it.” I wasn’t sure I could handle Tate calling his dick ‘he’ and also having a name for it.
My legs spread as he moved towards me, and he moved in between them. “Dick, sweetheart.”
I sputtered and turned my head, trying not to laugh. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. “Am I supposed to ignore what you just said?”
“I mean this as nice as I possibly can. Shut up, lay down, and spread your legs.”
My mout
h gaped at his words. Apparently, Tate making me speechless was the theme of the night. Hell, it had been that way since we had met. I never knew exactly what to say. I fell back on the mattress, channeled my inner crab, and crawled to the middle of the bed. It was hard to be sexy while shimmying up a mattress on your back.
“Good girl,” Tate murmured as he followed me on his hands and knees and nestled himself between my thighs. “It’s time for round two.”
His lips blazed a trail up my chest, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Oh my,” I gasped. My fingers dug into the blanket, and I grasped the fabric trying to control my moans.
All at once, he was building me up for what I knew was going to be another phenomenal orgasm.
His mouth was on my breast.
His hand was tweaking my nipple.
His other hand was flicking my clit.
He. Was. Everywhere.
“Tate,” I groaned. I was so close to coming again. It was like my body hadn’t even come down from the last time.
He trailed kisses up my neck and whispered in my ear. “This time, you come around my dick.”
I bucked my hips, thrusting up into his hand. “Now, now,” I chanted. If that was what he wanted, his window of opportunity was going to sail by if he didn’t fuck me right now.
He leaned back, and I watched his hand, covered with my wetness, stroke his rock hard dick. I should have been wary of how he was going to manage to ram that inside of me, but I was too far gone to worry. He grabbed a small square package and ripped it open with his teeth.
My body full-on quivered at the god-like man above me, and I knew I was one lucky bitch. His hands deftly worked the condom over his dick, and he parted the lips of my pussy. “Last time, sweetheart. Are you sure?”
“Tate, if you don’t fuck me right now, I can’t be held responsible for what I do next.” I clamped my legs around him and pulled him closer.
“Well, when you put it that way,” he mumbled, leaning down. His lips met mine, and he delivered a hard, deep, wet kiss that took my breath away.
His fingers stroked my clit and then he thrust deep. “Hadley,” he called out shakily. He moved over me, his hips hammering against mine.
My hands glided over his skin, needing to feel him all at once. My legs were cocked open, and my heels dug into the bed, as I tried to hold on.
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