CHAPTER 46
She stares at me with tears in her eyes and doesn’t say a word. I take in her silence and the way the dimmed hotel light catches in her waterline and makes her dark eyes spark like shooting stars. I start to worry that I’ve said too much, too soon. That I’ve said the wrong thing and ruined things before they’ve begun.
“Goddamnit, Reyes,” she finally says.
She swipes at her cheeks, and I prepare for the worst, but then her laughter rings like music to my ears. I’m exhausted, and she still hasn’t actually said anything, but her husky, throaty laugh goes straight to my cock anyway. She sets the phone on her nightstand, and there’s a blur of movement until she comes back into frame kneeling on the bed in my shirt. And nothing else.
She gestures up and down her body and blushes. “I showed up to seduce you, and you went and made me cry.”
“I’m sorry.” I have to laugh back, which ruins any efforts to look remorseful. “If it helps, I am very much ready to be seduced.”
She hangs her head in her hands, and I would give anything to reach through the screen and pull her into my chest. Still laughing, she peeks between her fingers and then lowers her hands below her chin. So fucking adorable that my heart pounds, my breath catches, and my dick twitches.
“Oh? How ready are you?” she teases.
I glance through the tinted windows, glad I drove to a secluded outlook on my way to pick up food. Mine isn’t the only car around, but the make-out spot that was a favorite since I was in high school is nearly empty on a Wednesday night in September. I grab my phone and maneuver it down, pulling my joggers aside until I hear her gasp and the little whimper that tells me she’s gotten a good look at how easily she ruins me.
“What about you?” I ask when we’re face to face again. Not trying to take more risk than necessary, I tuck my dick back into its cloth prison, but I prop the phone hands-free, so I can keep one hand down my pants. “How ready are you, mami?”
She bites her lip, and I swear the mischief in her eyes almost makes me come on the spot. When she pulls my shirt over her head to give me my second look of the night at her perfect, perky tits, all I can do is moan. Big, brown nipples make my mouth water, and I make sure she knows it.
“Goddamn, yourself, Sierra,” I moan. “I need your tits in my mouth so bad, you’ve got me drooling and leaking precum at the same time. I want you in my lap telling me to suck those pretty nipples while you come over and over again, refusing to let me touch myself.”
“You’re into chastity?” she asks in surprise. She cocks her head to one side and widens her eyes, but I don’t miss the way she starts pinching her stiff peaks.
“I don’t know,” I say. BDSM isn’t completely foreign to me, but I’m not about to pretend that I know more than I do. “I’m into you making me beg. And I’m into everything about the way you come. The way you taste. The way you smell. The way you scream. I could play with you all night and never be allowed to come, as long as you give me all of that.”
“Don’t tempt me to test that.”
“Looks like you like the idea of it just fine.”
I stare at the fingers traveling down her athletic body. She leans back and spreads her knees, and I groan long and loud when I see her juices dripping as she parts herself for me to appreciate. She takes her time exploring. Two fingers rub everywhere except her swollen clit and her dripping center. She teases, pinches, and slaps herself until we’re both moaning. My car smells like sex, and I wish it smelled like her.
“Do you want to see me come?” she asks after giving herself another noisy pussy slap. Her hand is cupped, the movement quick and light, more for the thrill of the noise than to inflict any pain. I make a note of it, wondering how loud she’d moan if I slapped her pretty cunt with my cock instead.
“Always.” My throat is raw. My tongue is thick and heavy. I sound earnest and desperate, and I don’t care. I want her to know what she does to me.
She reaches for something I can’t see. I keep stroking myself. The only thing that would beat edging and watching her tight ass and curvy legs shift on the bed, would be being there with her legs spread over my face.
When she comes back into view, there’s a pillow where I want my face to be and a purple, v-shaped toy in her hands. Without a word, she raises the toy to her lips. She spits on one end, and I can see her saliva glistening on the ridges from here. With her eyes locked on mine, leaning forward on all fours to get closer to the camera, she sucks the toy into her mouth.
“Lower, mami,” I say, realizing what she’s doing. She drops her head a little lower, still pumping the toy in and out of her plump lips. “Right there–shiiit, Sierra.”
Positioned so her ass is up and her face is practically bobbing in my lap, she slurps and whimpers the way she’s already figured out I love, and I have to stop stroking and pinch my thighs to keep from shooting my load right there in the rental car.
“Come for me,” I groan when I can’t take anymore. “Make yourself scream, baby.”
Spit forms a pretty web as she pulls the toy from her mouth, and her grin is messy as she slides the toy inside of her. It’s one smooth move that she leans back to let me see. Her pussy is gone too soon, hidden in a sea of white linens that are stark against the golden brown of her skin, but then she pushes some hidden button, and I can hear the toy vibrating as she straddles the pillow. Sierra grabs her tits and starts riding that pillow with the toy inside her like her life depends on it. She grinds and whimpers, looking and sounding as desperate as I am.
“I’m not going to last long like this,” she gasps out in that breathy voice half an octave higher than usual. If her usual husky tones sound like late nights and bad decisions, this–this voice that part of me hopes no one else but me will ever be lucky enough to hear–sounds like waking up in the middle of the night, frantic for the warm body beside me.
“Don’t try,” I tell her. I’m stroking my dick as lazily as I can manage when simply looking at her makes me want to erupt all over this rental car. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“What–fuck–” she moans and her body shudders as the movement of her hips becomes increasingly erratic. “What about you?”
“Do you want to make me face the world with jizz-stained pants?”
Broken laughter melds with the sexiest, little moans. Her knuckles grow pale as her cheeks and chest flush; she claws at the pillow, and I would make a deal with the devil to have her nails in my back instead.
“Maybe some other time,” she giggles.
“So come for me, mami. Let me watch you scream my name, since I can’t be there to really hear you.”
She braces herself on her arms, and her hair falls in a black curtain around her face. Watching her body give up all control, I can’t even be disappointed about not seeing her face.
Sierra collapses into the pillow, driving her hand between her legs to turn off the toy while she breathes my name over, and over, and over again. Sweat glistens on the arch of her low back, and she rests there until I realize that I’m murmuring her name right back. The sound of her wet cunt releasing the toy forces me to pinch my thigh again, and I’m begging until she holds the toy up to the screen, showing off her honey and cream without lifting her body from the pillow that I know must be soaked.
“Sierra–”
“Hmm,” she interrupts dreamily. Her ass has dropped to her heels in a modified child’s pose, and she rests her cheek on the pillow with her eyes closed. “I like when you say my name. Kinda miss rookie, though.”
“You’ll always be my rookie,” I say without thinking. “Get some sleep, cari?o. You’ve got a big game tomorrow.”
“Miss you,” she mumbles.
My phone beeps with another call, and I physically flinch at the dichotomy between that number that I’ve been ignoring for years, and the woman falling asleep seventeen hundred miles away.