Frantic to get his hands on her, he abandoned finesse, shoving between her legs as they fell open to his advance. He pushed up to his elbow again, fingers tweaking her wet nipple, feeling the surface pebble and tighten when he blew a stream of air across. Tipping his head to look down her body, a lock of hair fell across his face as he stared at his hand delving into her pussy. He shoved her panties out of the way with the edge of his hand and dipped a finger in, then two, finding her wet and ready, pumping deep as her hips rose instinctively.
Pulling out he brought his hand up and licked, then turned to face her and painted her juices on her nipple, opening his mouth and falling on her again, growling and sucking hard while he returned those slick fingers to her core, fucking her hard and fast. She mewled and strained, and he lunged to take her mouth again, forcing his tongue into her mouth to stroke along hers. “Gotta fuck you. Jesus, fuck. Hot as a firecracker, Crissy.” Her channel was sleek and hot, tight around his fingers and he groaned when her muscles contracted around him.
“Condom.” The first word she’d said since he started was breathy, and once the dam was broken, the sounds burst from her. “Please.” All the words he remembered from last night, this time offering something he could take, something he could give her in return. “Please, love me.” Her hands cupped his cheeks, and she drew him down for a hard kiss, aligning their bodies as he shifted over her. “Please, Lewis.” Then the naughty parts he’d wanted to know about. “I remember. I saw it. Your cock. So big. I want that. Please.” Her hips pumped up in time with his fingers in her pussy. “You’re so strong. So big all over. Like you could crush me, but you won’t. Strong enough to keep me safe. Fuck me, please.” Another gasping pant as her neck arched, breaking their kiss. “Lewis, please.”
“Not yet, Crissy. I’m gonna eat you first.” At his words, her muscles clenched around him again. “Oh, yeah. You like that. Want my mouth on you.” Arms around her, he rolled them, stretching out on the mattress underneath her. He shoved the pillows off, making room, then told her, “Crawl up here, baby. Fuck my face.” She stared down at him, expression confused. “Hands on the headboard. Knees by my head. I’m eatin’ you now.” He watched her swallow and then she shifted. Too slowly for him, and a loud crack of his palm against her ass had her scrambling faster while he grinned. “Don’t be shy. I like pussy. I wanna hear you, honey. Wanna feel you get off on my tongue.”
“What if I smother you?” The muttered question seemed to slip out unintentionally, and she bit her lip as her fingers found the top of the headboard, curling over the rail. He didn’t answer, just flexed and lifted her by the hips into place over his face, illustrating his point without having to say a word. She stifled a laugh. “Okay, I won’t worry about that, then.”
After that, the only sounds she made were groaned versions of his name, and raw stuttering moans as he lashed her with his tongue, fingers of one hand holding her open for easy access while he pressed deep inside with his thumb. Fingertips slicked with her juices, he rimmed her ass again and again, feeling the tight pucker loosen to let him in. The second time she tried to climb off his face and escape his mouth, he cracked her ass again, and she settled down, whimpering. He knew her thighs had to be burning from his beard and decided to give her a break. He used her hips to pull her down his body, slipping her down his chest until he could reach her titties with his mouth, moving back and forth between each nipple, sucking and lapping at them, playing tag-a-titty with an alternating suck and pull on each one. Stretched out like she was, arms supporting her weight, he felt her tremble with the strain.
“Let go. I got you.” He tugged on her hips, and as her hands came free, he found himself buried in the softest and most delicious pillows a man could ever ask for. Licking his lips, he rolled his face back and forth as she struggled to lift off him, stymied by his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place for his mouth. Then, he motorboated. As any red-blooded American man would, he thought, smiling at her surprised laughter ringing through the room.
I like that, he thought with surprise, wrapping his arms around her when she buried her face in his shoulder. That sense of ease she’s got. There was an air of gentle surprise and exploration in her actions which belied her uninhibited show from last night. Her shoulders shook, and the dampness on his skin told him she was no longer laughing.
“Hey.” He shook her tenderly and tried to pull back to see her face, but she burrowed against him. “I can’t fuck you if you’re crying. I got rules. No fuckin’ if the other party’s wasted, and no cryin’ chicks.” He slipped a hand up her neck, cradling the back of her head. “You gonna let me fuck you?” She nodded, and he grinned, then turned his head to kiss the side of her face. “Want your mouth, Crissy. And, serious as a fuckin’ heart attack, I really do wanna fuck you. Kiss me, darlin’.” She sniffed, and he kissed her again, trailing his tongue up and tracing along the shell of her ear. He whispered, his tone urgent, feeling the rumble in his chest, “I want you. I’m not lookin’ at anyone else but you right now, and I see you. I really do, darlin’. I see you. Every inch of you is gorgeous. Gimme a chance, beautiful. I’ll rock your world.” Her muscles relaxed, and she melted against him. “Now,” in a voice barely audible, he ordered her, “kiss me.”
Her head turned, and he saw the tears gleaming like diamonds on her lashes as her eyes dipped closed, her mouth seeking his. In this position, he couldn’t control the kiss as he wanted, but he worked at it, angling across her lips with his, kissing side to side, pausing to nibble on the edges of her bottom lip. He groaned when she sucked his lip into her mouth, teeth grazing across in a barely-there threat that made him chuckle. Her tongue slipped past his lips, stroking delicately along his, the tip swirling cautiously. He didn’t quite understand what had brought on the waterworks, but they seemed to be over with, and she was definitely getting back into the game. He closed the gap between them, hand to the back of her head, sucking and dueling with her tongue. He kissed her deep and wet, keeping at it until she wriggled around on top of him, looking for friction or a fuck, and he’d happily give her both in just a minute.
Arm across her back, the other hand buried in her hair, he rolled them so she was underneath him. Hips aligned, the fabric of her skirt and blouse became an annoyance, when all he wanted to feel was slippery skin. “Let’s get you naked,” he suggested, and she moaned. A sound he took for agreement. He pushed up, straddling her hips, fingers seeking along her waistband, pausing for a moment when her belly jumped underneath his fingertips. “Is someone ticklish?” He tested the theory, was rewarded by a laughing shove at his hands and tucked the information away for future use. “Where’s the fuckin’ button?”
“It’s a hook in the back,” she gasped, and he realized his dick was wedged between her legs, the head poking at her drenched panties. He tightened his ass, and she gasped again when the action shoved his cock against her again. “Lewis.” Her voice came out in a whisper, and he grinned down at her.
“Little more than a pup tent now, ain’t it?” That pulled a true laugh from her, and he stilled, letting the music of her laughter settle in the air around him.
“It’s definitely more along the lines of an excursion tent.” She grinned up. “Not a little one, this is a deluxe model.”
“Hell yeah, it’s a deluxe model. Fuckin’ de-luxe. I’m huge, you seen my dick?” Reaching down, he gripped the base and swept the head of his cock up and down the fabric of her panties. “He’s friendly, though. Always wantin’ to come out and say hello.”
“Hello,” she echoed sweetly, and he noticed her shirt and bra were still concealing important parts of her anatomy.
“Naked,” he reminded her. “As the day you were born. Now, honey. Deal with the top if you want to wear it out of here later.” She pretended to gawp at him, and he snorted. “I’ll send you home flat naked, Crissy. That’s not a promise you want to collect on, honey. Guarantee.” He grinned savagely and bent deep, nipping at her jumping belly, en
joying her tiny cries of surprise. “But these bottoms? They are all mine. I’m keepin’ those panties. Gonna lick and suck them for days, keepin’ the taste of you in my mouth. Sleep with 'em under my pillow, wake up with the scent of you in my head. You can go home bare under your skirt, I don’t care. Gonna keep you wet and needy, so you’ll have to work hard not to get a big ole wet spot on it drivin’ home.” He found the clasp and unfastened the skirt, slipping to one side to skate it down her hips and legs, panties going with it. “Leavin’ those fuckin’ stockings on. Fuckin’ you just like this. Hell yeah, I’m a lucky bastard you climbed on the stool next to me last night. You are hot as hell, Crissy.”
Condom retrieved from the nightstand, he watched as she divested herself of her top, folding it in half before she dropped it on the floor, following it with a bundled-up bra. Lying back on the bed, she stared up at him, unease warring with arousal on her expression. He caught her trying to suck in her tummy and shook his head. Bitch needs some real talk, he thought. “Can I tell you something without you gettin’ pissy?”
Her head jerked to the side and shook in short arcs, not a no, just in confusion. “Wha—what?”
“You’re worried. That’s gonna jack with me. If I’m worried about you being worried, I can’t bring my best to the table. I want to…Jesus.” He shook his head, deciding to just dive in. “Okay, here it is. Gonna piss you off but hold out until the end. I’ll make it right, okay?”
He waited until she nodded, her movements hesitant.
Cock in hand, he rolled the condom on as he talked. “You think you’re heavy. In my head, I call it healthy or just that you’re not a skinny chick. I don’t like skinny chicks. Most real men don’t. Fuckin’ bones and shit, like dickin’ a board. No fun. You can’t tickle them, might break a fuckin’ rib. Can’t make motorboat noises on their boobs, either. And I fuckin’ like that shit. I like to have fun in bed.” He grinned. “Fuckin’ is supposed to be fun. A good time. For everyone. So—” He shrugged. “—I don’t like skinny chicks. I’ve fucked ‘em, found it not to my likin’. So I dig you. Your body?” He bit his bottom lip as he allowed his gaze to roam her curves. “Everything I like, right there on display for me. I see you don’t believe me.” Shaking his head, he stared at her face, willing her to understand. “I don’t know what kind of dudes you’ve been dickin’, but they put shit in your head. Fuck that noise.” He ran a hand up her leg, tracing along the tender flesh where it joined her body. Spreading his hand flat, he ran it up over her belly, taking care to keep his touch firm. No ticklin’ during the serious talk. Moving so he knelt between her legs, he gripped her hips and tugged, bringing her down the bed towards him. “I don’t worry I’m gonna hurt you. And you see my dick?” He gestured towards his groin. “He likes you, too. A fuck of a lot, if I’m honest. That skirt you had on? Sexy as hell, showed off all your curves.” Hand on each thigh, he let his fingertips roam the top of her stockings. “Fucking. Mmmm. Hell yeah. I like these.
“So don’t get jacked in your head about what you look like. I’m seein’ alla you, and I like what I see.” With a grin, she shook her head and then shocked him by lifting her arms and tucking her hands behind her head, showcasing her phenomenal tits. “Oh, hell yeah. Baby, you were made for fucking.”
He leaned over her, fingers to her core as he tested the waters, making sure she was still turned on. He groaned. “Wet, Jesus. Slick as satin, honey. Made for fuckin’.”
Elbow to the mattress beside her head, he lined his cock up with her entrance. With his forehead pushed into the pillow beside her head, he shifted so his mouth was next to her ear. “Here I come,” he muttered, and then sucked in air with a gasp, letting her hear how good she felt as he slid inside her. “Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s it. Hot and tight. Jesus. You want this as much as I want this. Slick and sleek, takin’ every inch I got for you.” He slotted his hips deep between her legs, grinding in with a twist of his hips. “Every inch of you is perfect. Lovin’ this, baby.” She clenched down, and he gave her an audible reaction, a groan that had her hands dropping to cup his ass, slide up his back and back down, pulling so he’d grind in again. “Gonna fuck you slow. You ready for some lovin’?”
“Please,” she whispered, and her back bowed, hips tipping up to meet his every thrust. After a few moments, she dug her heels into the mattress, lifting to fuck him back, taking his cock as he moved. “So good, Lewis.”
“Fuck yeah, it’s good. You’re good, baby. So fuckin’ good.” Sweat prickled along his upper back as her nails dug into his biceps. He slipped one hand under her, reaching down to grab her ass, anchoring her in the bed. “Give it to me. All you got, all you want. Take it, honey.”
She moved in undulating waves, rubbing her nipples against his chest one instant, slipping their bellies together the next. Pussy clenching with each gasp of breath, she telegraphed her orgasm when she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. “Lewis,” she breathed, “I’m close.”
“Fuck yeah,” he repeated, pounding into her harder, faster, feeling his sac slapping against her ass with each thrust. Molten pussy surrounded his cock, the heat intense, sensation around the head of his dick exquisite. Tight and hot, so wet, each glide inside her was heaven. “Gonna blow, baby. I’m right there with you.”
Her muscles tightened, tensing around him, gripping and milking him as she came. Voice lifted in a cry of his name, she shook and arched up. Teeth to his neck, her nails were tiny scores of pain in his back as she climaxed hard, and every reaction of her body ratcheted up his own until he was coming, the lightning strike of lust crashing into his spine, shooting sensations everywhere. With shaky legs, he plunged deep inside her again and again, all rhythm lost, primal need taking over. In the back of his mind, he recognized this felt different, hotter all along his cock, but changed in an undefinable way.
He pushed deep and stayed there, riding out the last pulses of his orgasm, feeling her tremble underneath him and they lay like that for a few minutes. Catching their breath, hands stroking each other, soothing as the languorous aftermath settled on them. Heavy limbs made for slow movements, as their short and fast breaths gusted over sweat-dampened skin. When he slid out and off Crissy, he settled into the bed next to her with a chuckle. “You’re good at that. I liked it.”
Her voice was soft, words slurring as if she were already half asleep. “I liked it too. No slouch.” A flail of a hand slapped his belly gently. “Good job, Lewis.”
“Thanks.” Another chuckle. He reached to remove the condom and touched the head of his dick instead. What the hell? Lifting his head, he looked down to see the condom had split along the length of it and was wadded in a bunch around the base of his cock. “Crissy, any chance you’re on birth control?”
“What?” Her voice was even sleepier, as if she were on the verge of dozing off.
“You on the pill?” With brusque movements, he removed the remains of the failed prophylactic, tossing it to the floor in disgust. “Condom blew out.”
Movement beside him and he glanced over to see she’d lifted on a propped elbow. Her expression was soft, but not alarmed, which made his belly slow the roll it had started as soon as he’d realized what happened. “Yeah, I’m on the pill. I’m covered. Are you clean?”
“Yeah, you’re safe with me.” Rolling to his side, he bent over her, brushing her swollen lips with a gentle kiss. “No worries, doll.”
She made a face and moved towards the edge of the bed with a sigh. “I need to go clean up.” When he realized what she meant, Po’Boy’s heart started pounding. Oh, no you don’t. He lifted a leg across hers, anchoring her in place beside him, hand curved around her hip. She laughed and pushed at his chest. “Let me up. There’ll be a wet spot, Lewis.”
“No there won’t be,” he promised her and began moving down her body, keeping his gaze locked with hers. He licked his lips in anticipation and saw the instant she realized his intent and was rewarded with a slow blink which left her eyes hooded,
again aroused. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Chapter Ten
“Gonna remind you I’m here with permission.” Po’Boy’s voice was intentionally flat, lacking inflection. “Your president gave me a token which I’ve shown you in good faith.” He tried to keep his anger tamped down, knowing it would solve nothing if he reacted as he wanted. He was in El Paso, had been for four endless days, pending approval of IMC’s request for assistance. “Smoke,” he referenced the Silent Deaths’ president, “said you’d be available to accompany me on my little side trip. If that’s no longer in play, then someone should lemme know. Like now.” He glanced at the man’s nameplate and then scowled at the Silent Deaths’ SAA. “Zipline,” Po’Boy kept a sneer off his lips through sheer willpower at this point, “can you confirm we’re a go?”
This little trip wasn’t his idea. No fuckin’ way I’d raise my fuckin’ hand for this bullshit, he thought. After his two-day interlude with Miss Crissy in New Orleans, he’d seen her back to her car in time for her to drive across the long bridge Monday morning to go home before heading into work. The memory of her rounded ass in that skirt, topped by one of his T-shirts was enough to help keep his current level of anger down to a simmer. True to his word he retained possession of her panties, and those were tucked under his pillow in the suite.
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