Can’t Text This

by Hunter, Teagan

  “It is not. It’s stupid.”

  “My very hard dick says otherwise.”

  Her sea green eyes blaze to life with need.

  “You like hearing that, don’t you? You love it when those dirty words drop from my lips. They turn you on, make you feel alive.” She nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  I take her mouth again, this time being less gentle than I was before, which is just the way she likes it.

  It’s not long before she’s scooting forward on the counter, her body reaching for mine, pleading for the contact.

  She moans when she finally connects with me, her hips working to get the friction her body desires so much.

  I can feel my legs beginning to give out, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to endure this.

  I need to be inside her—now.

  “Bedroom,” I mutter as I lift her off the counter and carry her down the hallway, though not before pressing my lips to hers over and over again.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing her.

  I push my bedroom door open and walk us to the bed.

  Depositing her on the mattress with a bounce, I step back and slip my shoes off.

  Monty sits there, panting and staring up at me with pure want.

  “You should take your shirt off too,” she says.

  I can’t help but laugh, which again causes her to blush. “As you wish,” I reply, stripping the material from my body.

  Barefoot and jean-clad, I stand here for a moment, hers for the taking.

  She rises from the bed, standing so close that my chest brushes against her with every breath I take. Her hands land on my bare chest, and the touch burns my skin.

  “I wondered if you had more.”

  I give her a singular nod, not trusting myself to speak.

  “Robbie…this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Why the phoenix and the dragon?”

  “I like what it represents: strength and courage and rebirth and second chances. I was kind of thrown for a loop when Xavie was born. That moment changed my life, and it was like I got a whole new one.” I shrug. “It fits.”

  “And it wraps up here and…” Her fingers skate softly over my chest and shoulder, tracing the tattoo as it continues. “Keeps going.”

  I turn slowly, letting her take it in. The piece is colossal, taking up nearly my entire front half, both shoulders, and wrapping around to my back. I spent many hours in the chair and way too much money it, but it was worth it. The dragon and phoenix wrapped together—it’s me.

  Her hands roam all over and I can hardly breathe as she touches every inch of the tattoo.

  When I’m finally facing her again, she gives me a shy smile.

  “You’re gorgeous, Robbie. A true, actual work of art. It’s amazing.”

  “Keep saying things like that and I’m going to have my way with you.”

  “I wouldn’t argue, but first, I want to know if you have other tattoos.”

  Without breaking eye contact with her, I unbutton my jeans. The zipper making its way down the track reverberates around the room with the most delicious sound.

  Monty’s skin begins to flush, telling me she wasn’t expecting this.

  “Down there?”

  I nod.

  “On your wiener?”

  I burst into laughter, the moment officially ruined.

  “Good God, woman. No. Hell no. I would never let a needle near my cock.” She shivers at the word, and said cock jumps at the reaction.

  I shove my jeans down my legs, kicking them off to the side and standing before Monty in nothing but tented boxer briefs.

  “My thigh.”

  Her eyes make a slow perusal, and don’t think I don’t notice how much time she spends staring at my hard dick.

  She bends down to see better and of course my little man jumps at the movement, thinking she’s coming down to play.

  Chill, junior.

  “Poseidon.”

  “Why?”

  “You ask a lot of questions.”

  “I’ve been told that before.”

  “Because he’s god of the sea, and there’s nothing as alluring or terrifying as the sea. I love it.”

  She glances up at me. “You’re a complicated man, Robert Cross.”

  “I’ve been told that before,” I echo.

  Her attention drifts to my other leg, and I can see she’s having a hard time making out what exactly it is she’s looking at.

  “What was the first thing I said to you?”

  “You asked me if I…” Her voice trails as she continues her perusal. “No way.”

  I put two fingers under her chin and bring her stare to mine. “Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?”

  She bursts into laughter, and I love watching as she throws her head back.

  “I thought you meant your wiener.”

  I shrug. “Can’t help that you’re a perv.”

  “Oh, you totally meant your penis.”

  “Did I? I mean, that’s a pretty crass thing to say to a stranger.”

  Her eyes fall into slits but she’s not mad, not with that grin on her lips.

  “How is it?”

  “Huh?”

  “My python—how is it?”

  “Did you just ask me how your wiener is?”

  I tsk. “There you go again, being a perv.”

  “Robbie!”

  “Robbie Junior, actually.”

  “You named him?” She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course you did.” I see her bite at her lip, trying hard not to laugh. “Your python is very beautiful, Robbie—long, thick, and just as big as I thought it’d be.”

  “You’re totally talking about my cock right now.”

  She scoffs. “Your tattoo!”

  “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” I laugh at the look of disbelief on her face. “I’m teasing. I know you meant both of my pythons.”

  “Actually, I haven’t really gotten a good look at one of them. I think I’ll need to look again…”

  Monty drops to her knees, and I about fall to mine. A loud groan escapes me as she reaches for the waistband of my underwear.

  “What are you doing, Monts?”

  “I’m exploring.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  She chuckles softly as she drags my last piece of clothing down my legs. “I know.”

  Leaning back, she just sits there.

  And sits and sits and sits.

  Staring.

  “It’s not going to suck itself,” I say softly.

  She slams her eyes closed and traps her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “I really hate how much I loved hearing you say that. I should be really annoyed, but with you standing before me like this, staring at me like you are, I can’t be.”

  Without another word, she curls her hair around her hand, pushing it to the side as she drags her tongue along the side of my cock.

  I hiss as soon as she makes contact. She hasn’t even properly put her mouth on me and it’s already too fucking much.

  Another long, slow lick.

  I want to fucking scream.

  And come. I’m dying to come.

  It seems like days before she finally takes my length into her mouth, swallowing as much of me as she can. She hasn’t even completely taken me in yet, but I can’t handle another second of this. It’s been too long, and she feels too fucking good.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter. “Monty, stop. You have to stop. I’m gonna blow.”

  But she doesn’t stop. She keeps going, taking more and more of me with each stroke. I gather her hair in my hand and guide her, helping her find that rhythm I love. She’s receptive to my touch, and her eagerness only adds to the fire burning inside me.

  I’m close to the edge when her lips fall from my dick and she replaces them with her hand, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure and speed, enough to keep up the building momentum.

  She grins up at me. “
You said to suck.”

  “I did.” I stroke two fingers over her chin. “So move your hand and use your mouth.”

  Her eyes spark and I guide her back to my dick. I believe I’ve just discovered that Monty loves dirty talk, especially with the way she’s sucking on me. It’s like a whole new fire was lit under her ass and her sole purpose is to see me explode.

  She’s getting her way too, because I’m on the brink of the best kind of high.

  I gently pull at her hair. “Shirt—hand me that shirt.”

  She pops off of my cock and the material is barely in my hand before I’m unloading. Monty stays kneeled, fully clothed and staring at me with pure lust.

  I reach out, run my fingers along her jaw, and beckon her to stand.

  “My turn,” I say once she’s standing before me, her breathing ragged like she’s the one who just came undone.

  Watching her, I’m surprised yet again by how undeniably attracted I am to her.

  She’s so…plain, yet so much more.

  Right now, with a thin sheen of sweat and a glow that can only be caused by sexual gratification, she’s stunning.

  I latch onto the hem of her plain white shirt—see, there’s that word again, plain—and pull her toward me. Her breath hitches as I pull the material up past her thin waist and over her breasts. She lifts her arms and I toss the shirt aside.

  Unsurprisingly, she’s wearing a white cotton bra—nothing sexy about it at all, but somehow, it’s the hottest fucking bra I’ve seen in my lifetime. There’s a light dusting of freckles over her shoulders and across the tops of her tits.

  I want to lick every single fucking one.

  But first, I want to lick somewhere else.

  I reach for the top of her skirt and lift my eyes to hers. She’s watching me with rapt attention, standing so pin straight and still, waiting.

  “I’m taking your skirt off, Monty. Then I’m going to lay you down on this bed. I’ll kiss every sexy fucking freckle across your chest, admire every inch of those gorgeous damn legs. When I’m done, I’m going to devour you until I’m done. Then I’ll start all over again.”

  Her throat works double-time as she tries to swallow my words, her lips trembling with anticipation.

  “If you don’t want any of that, tell me now.”

  “I want it.”

  I pull her skirt from her body, guide her down on the bed, and then crawl on top.

  As promised, I kiss all her freckles as she writhes beneath me with each touch. Her full breasts are threatening to spill from the cups and I run a hand along her back, arching her off the bed as best I can until I can unhook the contraption stopping me from sucking on her nipples.

  She helps me free her from the bra and I fling it to the side, hearing something crash to the floor but not giving a shit what it is.

  Her pert nipples are the exact same shade as her lips, and they’re begging to be kissed. I wrap my mouth around the erect tip and she cries out. I can’t help but chuckle at her desperation and am pleased when she shivers.

  She slaps at my back but doesn’t make a move to push me away. No, she’s enjoying this too much, just as I am. She wants this.

  I want it more.

  Switching my attention to her other breast, I’m hyperaware when she slides her hands into my hair and holds me to her chest like she never wants me to leave.

  I don’t want to either.

  Testing the waters, I gently nip, and she about flies off the bed.

  “Oh…” she sighs. “Oh my stars.”

  I laugh again.

  “More.”

  Another nip, another sigh.

  I could do this all night, but I have other plans.

  “Who knew you’d be so responsive?” I say to her when I lift my head, moving until our foreheads rest against one another.

  She’s panting again, and I love the sound. “Honestly, I had no idea, but I’m not surprised. You drive me nuts, Robbie.”

  “You drive me crazy too, Monty.”

  I capture her lips again and lead us into a searing kiss.

  Before I can get too lost, I pull away, trailing kisses down her chin, neck, in the valley between her breasts. I kiss and kiss and kiss until I reach the top of her plain, pale pink briefs.

  Nothing lacy for her. All cotton, all plain. All Monty.

  I hook my fingers in the band and pull the material down her legs.

  She instantly clamps them together and I eye her.

  “You ever had this done before?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Not particularly. He wasn’t really…into it. It made me uncomfortable, so it’s not my favorite thing ever.”

  “Do you mind if I try to change your mind?”

  “I…” She goes quiet.

  There’s a fight in her eyes, one telling me she does want this, but she’s nervous. I don’t want her to be nervous with me. I want her to know how mind-blowing this can be—for both of us.

  I want to fucking blow her mind.

  “If you don’t want me to, I won’t, but I’m dying to taste you, Monty—seriously fucking dying.”

  Her gaze doesn’t leave mine for what feels like forever, until finally, she gives me a single nod and parts her legs just the slightest bit.

  I rest my hands on her knees and spread her wide enough for me to fit, not once breaking eye contact in case she changes her mind.

  She doesn’t.

  “I promise to make this good.”

  “You bett—ahhhh!”

  Her words die on her tongue as I put my mouth on her.

  “That’s…oh!”

  I lick her, stroking all the right spots, alternating the pressure when I know she’s right there on the edge. She’s itching for a release, and I’m right there with her again.

  “Please, Robbie,” she begs.

  I lift my mouth from her center and work a finger inside of her. She clenches around me, begging for more with her body, so I add another finger and rub small circles over her clit with my thumb.

  Her hips begin to move in a rhythmic pattern. She’s so fucking close.

  “Please what?” I say, watching her ride my hand.

  Eyes clenched closed, she swallows—or tries to. Her mouth is dry as the Sahara, I’m sure. “Please.”

  “Say it, Monty. Say the words.”

  “Let me come.”

  I bury my face between her legs and don’t move until she’s unraveling beneath me.

  Her jagged breaths fill the room, but I don’t give her a moment to rest.

  My cock is leaking and if I don’t get inside her now, I’m going to come all over the bed and that’ll just be goddamn embarrassing.

  I reach over to the nightstand beside my bed, fish out a condom, and suit the fuck up.

  I slide between Monty’s legs and wrap them around me.

  “Last chance,” I say. “We can’t go back after this.”

  “Stop trying to talk me out of this.”

  “Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to do. You have no idea how close I am to blowing my load again. You’ve got me so fucking hard, Monty. I can still feel the hum of the last orgasm you gave me, can still fucking taste you on my lips, and all I want to do right now is bury my cock deep inside you.”

  She moans at my words and yanks my head down, pressing a hard kiss against my lips before releasing me and grinning up at me. “Then stop talking and do it.”

  I’m not going to argue with that invitation.

  I line my dick up and slowly push inside her, not wanting to plow in full steam ahead. I want this to last too much to do that.

  Her pussy grips me, and it’s hot and wet and tight.

  It’s almost too tight, like she’s never been stretched like this before, like she’s…

  No. There’s no fucking way.

  I stop moving and stare down at her. She’s holding her breath and trying not to make a sound, but tears roll down her cheeks into her hair
, revealing the horrible pain she’s in.

  This isn’t happening.

  “Monty, open your eyes.”

  She shakes her head.

  “Open your fucking eyes,” I growl.

  Her tear-filled green gaze meets mine and my heart stops beating for only a second. She’s in pain, and I hate that I’m the cause of it.

  I’m also really fucking pissed right now.

  “How? Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It’s not like it’s something you just tell a stranger, Robbie.”

  “I’m not a goddamn stranger. We’ve been talking about sex for weeks, Monty—weeks—and you didn’t find it important to mention you’re a virgin?”

  “I was going to, tonight…but I forgot.”

  “You forgot?”

  “You made me forget. I wasn’t thinking about it, about my inexperience. All I was thinking about was you. I was lost in the moment.”

  “Dammit, Monty,” I bite out angrily.

  Her eyes fall shut against the harshness of my words and she whispers, “I’m sorry. Are you mad?”

  “That you’re a virgin? No, I would never be mad about that, but you not telling me? You’re fucking right I’m pissed.”

  She lets out a soft cry and I don’t know if it’s because I’m still inside her or because I know the truth. “It hurts so bad.”

  Softly, I say, “This is kind of a big deal. If I’d have known, I would have been gentler, worshipped you more, lit some fucking candles or some other girly shit. I would have made this something special for you.”

  “If I wanted something like that, I would have told you, but I don’t want those things. I just want you.”

  “That’s the lust talking.”

  “Probably,” she agrees. “But it’s still the truth.”

  “I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want you to look back and count this as a mistake. All those comments about banging…they were just jokes. You know that, right?”

  “Yes, I know. I would never put myself in this position if I didn’t want this. You should know I’m a pretty calculating kind of gal, and this is a very calculated decision. I want this. I want you.”

  “Were you saving yourself for marriage? Because I’ll do it. I’ll whisk you off right now and marry the shit out of you.”

  She laughs through her tears and I love the sound. “You would not. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”