by Selena Kitt
“Can’t grope you from this angle,” he muttered. “Can you scoot up?”
“Sorry. No room. There are some disadvantages to my height, I guess.”
He grunted. “Dunno. Makes some things easier, I bet.”
“Like what?”
“Sixty-nining. There’s a lot less strain on your neck when you and your partner don’t have a huge height gap.”
She scoffed and danced her fingertips down his torso to the waistband of his sweatpants. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Not your thing?”
“I really wouldn’t know. Seems like it’d be a logistical nightmare.”
“In what way?”
“I’m not exactly the kind of girl you can pick up and toss around, right?”
“Okay, and…?”
She shrugged. “And let’s just say no one’s volunteered.”
“You telling me no one’s ever put his tongue on ya?”
“No. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying there’s never been a situation where there’s been simultaneous reciprocation.”
He clucked his tongue. “Girl, the things I could teach you.”
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, playboy.”
“That should be my line to you.”
“Okay, then don’t go getting a big head.”
“Too late for that,” he purred.
He put her hand inside his pants and over his erection, hissing when she gripped it.
Laughing, she gave him a gentle tug from base to head. His wetness coated her palm and she spread it back down him, loving the way his hips bucked and he thrust into her fist. He didn’t even try to be suave about his need for release.
They both had needs.
“You could sit on me,” he whispered.
“Al…”
“My cock. My face, if you want. I want to make you come.”
She swallowed hard and stopped stroking for a moment. Of course she was giving him bad ideas with her hand inside his underwear like that. “Um…you’re in no condition.”
But I want to.
“That’s not a no. I think it’s obvious I want to fuck you. The location’s not ideal, but damn, woman. I hurt so bad, and I’m not talking about my leg. Don’t you want me a little?”
“Maybe.” She stroked him some more. Dragged her nails gently against his sensitive flesh and made him squirm.
“Don’t deny yourself if you want it, Edy. Let me taste you. Or let me feel you. I’ll be happy either way.”
“I’m sure you’ll be happier inside me.”
He chuckled. “Not gonna debate that, especially if you take everything off.”
“It’s dark.”
“Doesn’t matter. I want to touch you. Put my hands on every part of you and memorize what you feel like so that when we get back to Baton Rouge and all I have is my imagination, at least I’ll have some good memories. What do you want?”
Her jaw flapped wordlessly for a few beats, because she didn’t know what to tell him. She wanted everything. His tongue. His fingers. His dick.
She wanted to feel naked flesh against naked flesh and roll around with him—making friction and burning up the sheets—but he couldn’t even move.
“I should leave you alone,” she mused, her fingers still latched around him, her hand still working up and down.
Hissing, he clamped his hand around her wrist and made her stop. “Don’t leave me alone. Don’t do that.”
“There’s no way for us to… To do that without me hurting you. Even if you don’t move your leg, you need to flex it a little to stabilize your body.”
He forced some air through his clenched teeth and pressed his hands down her torso, stopping at her waist. “Sit on me.”
“I—”
“Do it.” He stuffed his hand down the front of her stretchy pants and curled his fingers against her thatch, teasing the little square of flesh just over her clit. “Let me touch you. Kiss you.”
Edy eyed the low ceiling, and the compact space between Al’s head and the bump-out behind it.
“No excuses.” He pulled his hand out of her pants and slid down about half a foot, propping his leg up on the shelf that ran along the side of the trailer.
No excuses.
She wrestled her pants down her hips, starting at Al’s surprise touch to the small of her back when she bent over. She worked her pants the rest of the way down and her panties along with them before looking back at him over her shoulder.
He danced his tongue over his lips and made a gimme motion with the hand nearest her.
“Um…which way should I face?”
“Whichever way you’ll have better balance.”
“I don’t want to accidentally jostle your leg, so I’ll face the other way.”
And also, if she were facing his legs, she’d be tempted to pull his cock into her mouth, and she wouldn’t care what he was doing down below. She’d devour him and give no heed to him being able to move or not, and that wasn’t a position she wanted to put him in. She had to be mindful of what her body was doing.
She crawled toward him and straddled his face, waiting for him to show some outward sign of revulsion of the view. Ass, and probably some belly if the angle up her shirt was just right.
Nah, it’s too dark. He can’t see much.
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because that’s what I want.”
It was a non-answer, and he had to know that, but she did it because he wanted it. She took off her shirt, then her bra, and moaned wantonly as his hands groped her breasts and his thumbnails abraded her nipples.
“Can’t wait to get you home.” He put his hands to her hips and pulled her down toward his face.
“Why?” she asked, and damned if she really cared. The moment his hot tongue speared her lower lips, she couldn’t care about much of anything but his mouth.
He swirled the tip of his tongue up and down her slit, tentatively at first, until she opened for him—relaxed against his lips and tongue, and it was then he drew her clit between his teeth and flicked.
“God!”
There was nothing tentative about Al—he didn’t act like he didn’t know what to do with her or hesitate because there was more of her than what he was used to.
He lapped at her with his tongue, flicking that electric point on the underside of her clit again and again until he took her breath away and she had to find something to grab that wasn’t his head.
With her hands pressed to the bump-out, she rode his face, urging him on.
He chuckled beneath her, and added a hand to the carnal massage. As he flattened his tongue over her nub and pressed hard, he worked a finger into her, trying her on for size before sliding it out and working it farther back until he speared her ass.
She reached down to find a handful of his hair to tug in the dark.
He laughed again, and resumed sucking, resumed teasing. He pressed his finger in slowly, as if waiting for her to tell him no.
“God,” she moaned.
She wouldn’t say no. The pressure added a welcome edge to the pleasure that only intensified when he slapped her ass with his free hand and got her rocking.
With each punishing squeeze of her rear, his finger tugged at her tighter entrance, and she ground harder against his mouth.
He slipped another finger into her, and she shouted loud and long, unable to squelch the reflex. What he was doing to her was illicit and she felt like some kind of primal goddess who was only after pleasure. Who only wanted to come.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Edy.” He went back to spearing her, undoing her with his tongue, and dammit, she not only wanted to believe him, but did believe him. He wasn’t telling her a lie just so he could get into her pants. He wasn’t getting any pleasure out of what they were doing. The focus was on her, her body, her needs.
At the moment, she needed him. Wanted him in her pussy, but there was no way.
> Not yet.
Waiting for him to heal was going to be a special kind of torture, but she was going to do all she could to make sure he didn’t do anything to slow down the process.
“As soon as you get that cast off…” She ground her teeth and threw back her head as a contraction of orgasm gripped her core. “Oh, God! As soon as…”
“What are you gonna do, Edy?” He gave her ass a smack that made her shout again.
“Fuck!”
“What are you gonna do to me?”
“Gonna…” She centered her clit over his lips and worked her hips side to side, making him suck her harder and rougher. “Gonna climb on top of you. Slide down your shaft and squeeze until you can’t remember which way is up. Gonna tie you up so you can’t touch.”
He whimpered against her, and the vibration through her nub made her grit her teeth.
“You’ll just look. You’ll want my breasts in your mouth so bad, won’t you?”
“Mmm.” He nodded.
“Gonna ride you until you say my name again and again. Until you beg me to get off.”
“Never get off.” His tongue fluttered rapidly against her and she sucked in some air and held it, her grip on the bump-out straining, her legs quaking.
Her body being vibrated into useless jelly.
“God!”
As she caught her breath, he kept licking her, slowly and cat-like, bringing her down from the eruption gently as if she’d cease to exist if he took his tongue away too abruptly.
She carefully, and regretfully, pulled herself away and curled up next to him. Pants off, and she didn’t care.
He tucked his arm beneath her neck and rolled her closer, rubbing her back. “Wanna take you home with me.”
She laughed quietly. “For what? Easy access?”
“Nah. Because I like you. Why’s that so hard for you to grasp?”
“I—” She closed her lips on her rebuttal. She didn’t have a good answer. Had he been any other man—some guy who didn’t play baseball and who had never been in her father’s orbit—she would have easily believed him. She wouldn’t have kept questioning his veracity and trying to catch him in an “A-ha!” lie.
She didn’t want Al to be lying. In fact, she very much liked the idea of going home with him. She liked the idea of talking to him more and learning all about his strict childhood and how a soccer player ended up playing minor league baseball.
“Maybe you could go home with me instead,” she said with a laugh, thinking if she made it sound like a joke she could easily brush it off if he refused. “My ceiling’s not leaking.”
“That’d be a luxury I’m not used to. Go and spoil me like that and you might never be able to get rid of me.”
Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
And that hadn’t been a refusal.
Chapter 10
Al had been ignoring most messages on his phone for days, but it was harder to ignore emails—especially when he was logged into webmail and had forgotten to turn off the provider’s chat feature. People could tell he was online—or at least, that he had his computer open.
He groaned as Edy stepped into her front door carrying her laptop bag and a portfolio case, the perfect pin curls in her hair from the morning having gone a bit droopy.
Her shoulders fell. “Oh, hell, you look like someone kicked your cast. What’s wrong?”
“I should ask you the same thing. Where’s your lipstick? I always know you mean business when your lips are red. They were red this morning.”
He’d barely been awake when she’d padded through her living room where he was sleeping on her very comfortable sofa. She’d offered him the bed, but the slight elevation of the coffee table over the sofa cushions made a more tolerable surface to prop his leg on. That morning, she’d had her curves buttoned up, the seams of her black pantyhose perfectly straight down her shapely calves, and had been carrying take-no-shit stilettos in one hand toward the door. With her dark hair curled and lush lips painted, she looked like a silver screen vixen, ready to grab a businessman by the balls and squeeze some money out of him.
Hell, he would have given her money if he’d had any to spare. At the moment, however, his headhunting flower looked a bit wilted.
She set her cases atop the table near the door and unbuttoned her jacket. “The lipstick transferred to the rim of my sixth cup of coffee and I didn’t bother putting it back on.”
“What happened?”
“Tough salary negotiations with a candidate who insists he’s worth more than the hiring company was willing to pay.”
“Is he worth more?”
Edy rolled her eyes and started pulling bobby pins from her hair.
He’d grown to love watching her take herself apart at the end of the day, and he’d only been at her house for three days. She was a lady who liked regimens, and doing things in the same order seemed to soothe her. Maybe witnessing it was going a long way to soothe him, too.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said.
She pressed some pins between her lips, shook her head, and then carefully removed the few that remained. Her hair fell down her cheeks and over her shoulders, making her look like some kind of debauched Greek goddess…or like Xena after a battle.
She disappeared into the back of the house and returned a few minutes later in her flying pigs pajamas and with a clean face.
She was one of the few women he knew who didn’t look substantially different whether the makeup was on or off. The missing eyeliner flicks or the bright red lips might have made her look put-together and polished, but with her naturally dark lashes and succulent lips, she still turned heads without it. Over the long drive home, he’d gotten used to seeing her au naturale. He’d gotten so he’d preferred it.
He moved some of the crap he’d accumulated throughout the day from the sofa cushion beside him and patted the seat. “Give me you.”
Sighing, she sank onto the seat and pulled her feet up beneath her. Immediately, she put her head on his shoulder, right where it belonged.
“No, he doesn’t deserve the pay he’s asking for,” she said. “I think he has some regret for not negotiating a higher salary in his current position so he’s boxed himself into a place where the increase would be too large for a lateral move.”
“Do they at least want to pay him more than he’s making?”
“Oh, yeah. Even adjusted for the cost of living increase, he’d be taking home nearly a thousand dollars more per month after taxes.”
Al whistled low. “You know what I could do with an extra thousand dollars per month?”
She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Probably something with power tools.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, but a thousand bucks extra every month during the school year would keep me from wanting to play baseball in the summers.”
“That little?”
“Yep. I live pretty frugally, and I do have a couple of other income streams from old endorsements and consulting and whatnot.”
“Really, Al. Have you seriously considered getting a roommate? That’d make your money stretch farther.”
“Damn, I get enough grief sharing motel rooms with teammates when we’re on the road. I’d probably start swinging at a guy with one of my bats if I had to live with someone full-time. I hate people.”
“No you don’t.”
He put up his hands. “Okay. Let me qualify that statement. I hate the vast majority of people.”
“Al.”
“Fine. Shit. I’m okay with the kids I teach, obviously, ’cause I don’t have to take them home, I tolerate my family seventy-five percent of the time, and I generally like people who give me money.”
“Or favors?” She pushed up an eyebrow.
“Are you offering me favors, pretty lady?” He threaded his fingers through the back of her hair and let them glide down to the silky ends. So soft, just like everything on her. Even her gaze was soft at the moment.
“No.”
“No? Why not?” He dragged the back of his hand down her chest, letting his knuckles graze across her breasts.
Her lips twitched, but she didn’t knock his hand away. She never did.
“You heard what your doctor said. I know that for a fact because you were the person who relayed the information to me. Remember?”
