by Chelle Bliss
“You really like me?” I blinked.
Oh my God.
“Yes,” he answered in a serious tone.
I stared straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact. “We don’t really make sense.”
“Let’s take it one day at a time. I like you though. More than I ever expected or wanted to.”
“I know. Me too,” I said as my cheeks heated.
He leaned forward and placed his mouth over mine. My breath was lost as he stole every bit of air inside my body, causing me to feel lightheaded and dizzy.
As his lips lingered over mine, he asked, “Do you want me in your bed?”
My mind still hazy from the lust that had flooded my every fiber, I replied, “Yes.”
Before I could take it back, he covered my mouth in another kiss.
A moment later, he backed away, holding me at arm’s length. “I need you, Race, but not here,” he said as his chest heaved. He tried to catch his breath, just as affected by the kiss as I had been.
“Johnny should be here soon,” I said, unsure of what else to say.
“When he’s done, I’ll take you to dinner and then we can head home.”
“What if I don’t want to go home?”
“Then I’ll take you anywhere you want, but eventually we’ll end up at your place.”
“And then?”
“Then we’ll finish what we started.”
Hope bloomed inside me, and self-doubt evaporated. Want flooded my system as I took in the man before me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Beg For It
Morgan
Her guy, Johnny, fixed Elvira in record time as the entire office gawked from behind the glass doors.
I graciously let Race drive Elvira as we headed to dinner.
Once we’d arrived at the restaurant, conversation was almost nonexistent for the first half of the meal. After she’d consumed three glasses of wine, she started to talk.
“Thanks for letting me drive your girl,” she said, sloshing the wine in her glass around. “I really am sorry it happened because of me.”
“Don’t apologize any more,” I replied as I wiped my mouth and tossed my napkin on the table. “It’s in the past.”
“Kind of like I’ll be,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked, cocking my head.
“Nothing.” She watched the liquid as it moved around, and her eyes became glassy. “Can I drive her home?”
“Let’s get a few things clear. Shall we?” I asked, rubbing my hands against my pants. “I had a simple life. Then this blond-haired woman walked into my world with her attitude, sassy mouth, and killer body and wrecked everything.”
“Well, I—”
“Every time I look into her emerald-green eyes, I feel myself falling deeper, losing a bit of my heart with each kiss. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t know how to act half the time. So don’t toss aside my feelings for you. When your case is over, I’m far from done with you, Race True.”
She sat there with her lips parted as she stroked her cleavage. “Okay.” A small smile crept across her face. “Can I have more wine?” she whispered.
“I want you fully lucid when I have you tonight. You’ll beg for more.”
“I’ve never begged, Morgan.”
“You will tonight.” I smirked.
Her throat moved as she swallowed hard and her lips parted wider. As her eyes softened, she uncrossed her arms and leaned forward.
“I don’t fucking beg,” she whispered.
I scooted forward in my chair, moving my face as close as possible to hers. Our mouths were almost touching as her warm, wine-laden breath trailed across my lips. “You will for me tonight. That I promise you.”
“Put up or shut up,” she said as the corner of her mouth twitched.
I grabbed my wallet, pulled out enough cash to more than cover the bill and tip, and stood. Holding my hand out, I stared down at her, ready to get out of there. “Let’s see if you’re all talk, princess.”
“You’re going to be the one walking funny tomorrow, big boy.”
“I welcome the challenge.”
* * *
“Let’s watch a movie or something,” I told her as we walked into her house.
She gawked at me. “Really?”
“No. Get your fine ass over here and kiss me, princess.” I pointed to the floor near my feet.
“No foreplay?” she asked as she took one step forward.
“Oh, there’ll be lots of that.”
“No romance?”
“Dinner was the romance, and now, it’s time for dessert.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked, glancing up at me from under her eyelashes.
“Do you want me?” I asked, crooking my finger at her, beckoning her forward.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Or do you only want my enormous dick?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“Well. I do want you, but you’re not who I thought, Morgan,” she said, taking another step closer.
I leaned forward, bringing my lips close to hers. “Then kiss me, Race,” I whispered, holding her chin in my hand.
Her eyes changed as I stared into them. She hesitated for a moment before her lips touched mine, hesitantly at first before her breathing changed and the kiss became more ravenous.
She wove her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. Using both of my hands, I squeezed her ass, grinding against her. Her moans spilled into my mouth, making my cock even harder.
Leaving one hand on her ass, I fisted her hair in the other and pulled her mouth away from mine. As her head tipped back, I took the opportunity to taste her neck.
Her smooth skin smelled like sweet caramel as my tongue slid down the side of her neck. Taking my time, I explored her neck, stopping for a moment over her pulse. Her heart drummed against my lips in an erratic rhythm.
As my lips found the top of her breast, her fingernails dug into my forearms, piercing the skin. I hissed, sucking in a quick breath as my tongue darted out and slid against her silky tit.
“Oh God,” she cried out, “don’t stop!”
I’d come this far and there was nothing that would stop me now. After releasing her, I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. The delicate lace of her bra barely hid her breasts as her nipples strained against the material, yearning to be touched. I brushed the pad of my thumb against it, seeing her shudder.
Before I dropped to my knees, I unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor. Touching the small of her back, I pulled her toward me and buried my face between her breasts. At that very moment, I wished I had more than one mouth. There wasn’t a spot on her body I didn’t want to devour, and patience wasn’t something I had to spare.
My mouth went right and a hand cupped the left, making sure each would receive equal attention. Her hands dropped to her sides as she swayed. Her nipples grew even more taut as I sucked, and my cock strained for freedom.
When her body swayed again, I wrapped my arm around her back and held her steady. I alternated between each breast, using my teeth to give her a jolt when her body began to shake. I moaned, using the vibration to my advantage.
“You’re killing me,” she whined as I was about to switch sides again.
I didn’t reply. Some situations didn’t require words. I grazed her nipple with my teeth and undid the button on her jeans.
She wiggled as I pulled them down her legs. The girl had gone commando, and it was sexy as hell. All day she’d sat next to me with nothing between her pussy and me except for one scrap of material.
My fingers slid down her smooth mound and cupped her sex. I had to take a moment to regain my composure before I slid my fingers through her wetness. My mouth watered as the scent of her arousal finally hit me.
I groaned as I touched her pussy. Using the wetness on my fingers, I circled her clit, feeling the hardness against my fingertips. There was nothing I wanted to do mo
re than to plunge my fingers inside her, but I wanted to tease her and make her beg for it.
I hadn’t released her nipple, so I sucked on it harder as I circled her clit. Her body shook in my arms as she gripped my shoulders with shaky fingers.
“More,” she moaned, pushing her pussy against my hand.
The wetness dripped from my fingers, coating them thoroughly as I prodded her opening. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but I couldn’t waste any more time. I needed to be inside her. It had taken everything in me to show the restraint I already had, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Slowly, I sank one finger inside her, feeling her walls convulse around me. Touching her from the inside was almost heavenly. The only thing better would have been my dick, but there would be time for that.
“More,” she called out.
Without releasing her nipple, I did as I’d been told. Dipping a second finger inside, I resisted the urge to cry out myself. My eyes rolled back in my head as the feeling of ecstasy overcame me.
I would not come in my pants. I couldn’t. All credibility I had with Race would quickly go out the window. I left my fingers inside, not moving as I calmed myself down.
“More!”
She was a greedy little thing. I loved that. I wanted her to be aggressive.
“Harder.”
It almost sounded like she was begging, although she’d argue that point. I did as she’d commanded, slowly moving my fingers out before plunging them back inside.
I needed to taste her.
As I worked my fingers inside her, I trailed a path down her stomach. Then I hovered just in front of her pussy. I paused, letting her musky female arousal penetrate every fiber of my being before I leaned forward and licked her.
“Fuck,” she groaned, almost collapsing in my arms.
The salty sweetness of her exploded in my mouth. I swear to fuck, my dick was about to break off, and I was hanging by a thread as I fastened my mouth around her and captured her wetness with my tongue.
As I glanced up at her, her eyes rolled back and closed. I wouldn’t let her come—not yet, at least. She’d have to beg for it. From the sounds coming from her throat, I knew I was on the right track, so I pushed forward and increased the pressure of my mouth against her bare flesh.
Just as her body began to shake and her breathing came out in ragged, short breaths, I pulled away.
“Don’t stop.”
“Beg,” I demanded, still working my fingers inside her.
“Morgan,” she said.
I ignored her, continuing my assault on her from the inside. After finding her G-spot, I let my fingers slide against it each time my digits retreated.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, pushing her pussy toward my face. “You can’t!”
“I can. God won’t help you now. Only I can. Say it.”
“Fuck you.” Her fingers dug into my scalp, pulling my hair.
“You will.”
She glared at me, still grinding against my hand. Her nipples were hard peaks and her skin was covered in goose bumps. “I hate you.”
I stuck my tongue out and swept it across her clit, curling it to get maximum contact.
“Yes!”
I pulled away. “Yes what?” I grinned, hooking my fingers inside her so she couldn’t move.
“Fuckin’ eat me, Morgan.”
Now that was sexy, but it wasn’t enough. I slid a third finger inside, stretching her wide.
“Oh God,” she groaned. This time, her knees were weak enough that I held her up. If I moved, she’d fall back.
Her pussy clamped down. “Please, Morgan.”
“Please, Morgan what?”
Now, I was just toying with her and being a total prick. I knew it, and I was sure she did too.
“Please let me come,” she whispered, looking down at me with a softened face.
They all became sweet little things when their orgasms rested on their actions. If it weren’t for my fingers inside her, I was sure she’d claw my eyeballs out.
Since she’d asked so nicely, I placed my mouth over her and toyed with her clit, applying just enough pressure to bring her close but nothing more.
She rose up on her tiptoes, trying to get closer to my face. I didn’t protest, moving forward and burying my face in her flesh. Even if I suffocated, it would be one hell of a way to go.
Just as my jaw started to ache, her body trembled and her pussy contracted around my fingers. As she cried out my name, I increased the pressure of my mouth against her and thrust my fingers deeper inside her.
Her fingers pulled at my hair as she screamed, “Yes!”
By the time her body stopped twitching, my cock was about to explode. I could feel the blue balls slowly killing my member. I eased my fingers out, ready to get mine before there was nothing to be gotten.
I licked her off my fingers as I stood. Her eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on me. My need overcame my sensibilities as I undid my pants, leaving the zipper hanging open.
“Down you go.” I pushed on her shoulders.
“Wait. What?” she asked as her knees bent from the pressure.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. Be a good girl and wrap your lips around my dick.”
“Are you going to beg too?” she asked with a smirk as she slid the jeans down my legs.
“Please suck my cock, princess,” I whispered as my dick sprang free and bobbed. My dick waved in her face as if taunting her.
She palmed it without hesitation, causing my junk to lurch forward. The silky warmth of her hands had me on the brink.
I needed to think about something other than my dick. I didn’t want it to be over before it had even begun. As her tongue poked out, grabbing the wetness that had seeped from the tip, I almost had a heart attack.
The only thing I could think of to keep my mind off her was work. As the tip of my dick passed her lips, I wondered what the guys had done to secure backup for tomorrow night. I mentally rattled off a list of things I needed to speak to the guys about before the drop occurred.
Trying to keep my mind occupied didn’t help for too long. Quickly, I ran out of shit to think about and could only feel her tongue stroking the underside of my shaft. Every time the tip of her tongue caressed the sensitive spot where the head met the stem, I shuddered.
It was my turn for my knees to feel weak. Her mouth demanded my attention as she took me deep, but not enough to swallow me whole. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted to come. The last thing I cared about when I had my dick in her mouth was that I’d look weak if I came too quickly. I wasn’t about to torture myself. We had all night, and this was just the appetizer.
“Put your hands on your knees,” I commanded as I looked down.
If I were any bigger, I wouldn’t have fit. There’s nothing like seeing your cock buried inside a woman’s mouth.
She swallowed against my cock as her hands fell to her legs and she looked at me with questioning eyes.
“You good?” I asked even though, no matter the answer, I was still going to do the same thing.
She gave a slight nod as drool started to pool at the corners of her lips.
I slid my hands down her hair and grasped it tightly in my fingers. I pushed my cock forward, slipping it down her throat just a little farther than it had been before. She gagged a little as her eyes closed. Her throat clamped down as she tried to swallow, and I almost erupted in her mouth.
When my tip bent slightly, curving down her throat, it was the most amazing feeling in the world, and I wasn’t about to stop.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I murmured as I fucked her face.
She just stared up at me through teary eyes. Her tongue tried to keep up, pushing on the underside of my dick, but it wasn’t necessary.
“I’m so close,” I said to her.
Instantly, she stopped fighting it, letting me take control of her body. Having Race on her knees, with my dick in her mouth and lis
tening to my commands, was more than I could take. I exploded inside her.
Everything in the room went blurry. Come chills racked my body as my legs began to buckle. I gripped her hair tighter, grounding myself to her as support as I rode the wave of ecstasy.
By the time my orgasm had passed, I was breathless and panting. I couldn’t get air in fast enough as I released her hair and leaned forward, completely winded.
“Jesus,” I muttered as I eased my softening cock from her mouth.
She wiped the corners of her mouth, pulling the last drops of me onto her tongue before swallowing.
If my dick were hard, I would’ve come again from seeing her do that.
“Good girl.” I stroked the side of her cheek, finding a little bit she’d missed.
I placed the pad of my thumb against her mouth. “Open up. One last drop.”
As I slid my finger inside, my dick twitched but quickly fell flat, totally milked and spent.
“I can’t decide if you’re an asshole or not,” she muttered after she’d swallowed.
“But you like me anyway.”
“Hardly,” she shot back as she climbed to her feet.
“Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Bastard.”
“I bet you’re still wet. Maybe wetter after sucking my cock.” I grabbed her arms and pulled her toward me.
“Am not,” she said, pushing against my chest.
Reaching down, I slid my fingers through her, feeling her wetter than before. She moaned as her mouth fell open and then she gasped. After raking her with my fingertips, I brought them back up to our faces.
“Liar,” I murmured as I placed them against my tongue and brought her mouth to mine. I wanted her to taste exactly what I had—her on my tongue.
I wasn’t done with her yet.
The night was still young.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Try Me, Princess
Race
