Chapter 9 #2
I drove my fingers inside, pumping savagely as deeply as her wetness would allow. There was nothing sweeter than her moan of happiness, a sound that would remain with me for a long time to come.
After coming down from the blissful rapture, she remained where she was, her back rising and falling from her labored breathing. She had no idea how much she’d affected me with her sudden appearance.
Even with my cock pressing tightly against my jeans, desire stronger than I’d felt in a very long time, I wasn’t in a hurry. We were here together for as long as the flood lasted with little to do.
She seemed content and from where I stood, I could see a slight smile on her swollen lips. With her eyes cinched closed, she appeared more peaceful than before.
A few seconds later, she rolled her arms over her head. I swept hair from her face so I could see her much better, using the moment to trail my fingers down her long neck to her back. She didn’t move while I continued my exploration, dragging my fingers down her spine to the cleft in her ass.
There’d been so many things that happened in eight years. I wasn’t the same man I’d been before and I doubted she was the same vibrant girl eager to take on the world. Time and space changed someone even if they didn’t want to change.
She seemed comfortable even on the hard surface, but the last thing I wanted was for her to remain somewhere where she’d feel strange or discontent. Who the hell was I all of a sudden? Laughing to myself, I pulled her into my arms, slowly turning her so she’d face me.
Only when I brushed my hand through her hair did she open her eyes. Just as she’d done before when comforting me after learning of my brother’s death, she was searching for something I wasn’t certain I could provide.
Freedom from the demons that had plagued me long before Will had lost his life.
But she didn’t need to hear my tales of woe. She had her own life and enough to deal with.
She licked her lips and allowed her gaze to fall. “You have me at a disadvantage,” she said in her whispered, sultry voice.
“How’s that?”
“I’m completely naked and you’re not. How is that fair?”
“Who said I was fair?”
“Ah, so that’s how you won all those competitions. You distracted the judges by flashing your sensual smile.”
Her playful accusations were unexpected, so much so I burst into laughter easily. Another rarity these days. “Mmm… You got me. You’re not going to tell on me, are you? I’ll have to give back all those trophies and belt buckles I won.”
“Well, that would be the right thing to do.” She pushed me back by a few inches, taking a deep breath as she slowly rubbed her palms down my chest. I noticed she was paying close attention to the ink I’d had done over the years.
My brothers had taunted me, saying I was just trying to fit that bad boy image I’d created for myself. When she frowned, I was surprised. “You don’t like what you see?”
“No. I mean yes, I do. They’re very sexy. They remind me of you.” She trailed her finger along one of the artistic pieces, a dagger that I’d allowed the artist to select. That had been the most recent, the one I’d gotten the day of Will’s funeral.
She took her time, her eyes following, shifting from one arm to the other then finally to my chest. She took a deep breath and held it as she brushed the tips down from my shoulders to my chest and further.
Finally, she allowed a slight smile, one that held mischievous promise while her fingers touched the waistband of my jeans. This time, I didn’t stop her from unfastening the button.
All the while, she darted a glance at my face, even biting her lower lip. It was impossible not to be amused as well as enjoy the moment completely. While she was still exploring, I grabbed my glass, pulling the rim to my lips.
As if startling her, she stopped her movements altogether. The lust in her eyes was incredible, causing a powerful and highly hypnotic effect. She had no intention of stopping her actions. With the button undone, she pulled on my zipper, all the while smiling as she did.
When I rubbed my hand down her arm, she offered the same stern look from before. How was it that this woman could make me smile when nothing and no one else could?
She even took my glass from my hand, taking a deep swig of the whiskey. Instead of handing it back, she placed the drink on the counter as if I’d been a very bad boy and didn’t deserve any alcohol.
I was ready to complain when she peeled away the two sides of my jeans. There was another hitch in her breath and she shifted her concentration to my groin.
Of course my cock was throbbing, so much so my pants were uncomfortable. After rescuing her, I’d taken less than a minute to yank off my wet clothes and shuck on others. That meant I hadn’t bothered with underwear.
Seeing her look of surprise in realizing I’d gone commando had me close to laughing. I had to wonder if she realized how much every reaction caused me to come close to losing control around her. Or maybe the truth was that she’d gained the very control I’d sensed she’d wanted minutes before.
What the hell, I’d allow her. However, the discomfort of having my dick pinned behind the tight confines of the denim was making me cranky. If the woman didn’t hurry, I would lose my mind.
She tugged on both sides and by just pulling down the edges by a couple of inches, she finally exposed my cock. The slight gasp of approval was the kind of thing every man wanted to hear. As tight as she was, I’d need to go very slowly when I filled her with my shaft.
“I’ll ask again. Do you like what you see?” My voice was deeper than normal, filled with testosterone.
Her answer?
She licked her lips again.
I was now so turned on I was ready to lift her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. Enough torment, for fuck’s sake.
But she had other things in mind. With the same look on her face and both hands on either side of my jeans, she dropped to her knees with such grace, I was surprised.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my body already teetering from anticipation. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman give me head. About the last time I’d bothered to be with a woman.
A couple of years. Maybe longer.
She continued teasing me, taking her time to drag the material past my hips and down my legs. But instead of allowing me to step out of them, she raked the edge of one nail down my shaft.
Of course the reaction was instant, my cock twitching as before but with enough force I was almost embarrassed. She allowed a single sensual moan and repeated her action, now running the tip across the sensitive slit.
Fuck me.
If she thought I’d allowed her to do continue doing this for long, she had another think coming. The entire lower half of my body ached like a son of a bitch already. And my balls? Hell, my testicles were just as painful.
Evidently, the girl had learned the skill of reading minds since she concentrated on my heavy sac, rolling her finger in lazy circles.
You bet I needed additional alcohol. When I failed to reach the glass, I grabbed the bottle instead, taking a long swig. All while she was studying my balls as if dissecting them. With a hard thud, the bottle was returned to the counter and the noise prompted another look of contempt.
Kenzie finally offered some sense of relief when she ran her fingernail down the underside and wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft. Yet she continued to torment me, stroking up and down only once.
“Ah, Palomino Girl. What are you doing to me?” I jutted my hips forward, even rolling onto the balls of my feet.
“Whatever I want. Something you need to keep in mind.” She blew across the tip while sliding her hand under my balls.
“Damn it, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I doubt it. You’re much stronger than that. Or so you like to think.” I’d be damned if she didn’t roll my testicles around her fingers, toying with me in a way that would push me into doing something I shouldn’t do.
Like not taking no for an answer.
She was certainly enjoying herself, lightly pumping my cock while daring to throw me looks every few seconds.
When she finally darted her tongue around my cockhead, I rocked on the balls of my feet, every muscle so tense I almost fell over. The moment she finally wrapped lush lips around the tip, that was all I could take.
I fisted a handful of her hair, keeping her head in place.
“Suck me, baby girl. Just fucking suck me.” I watched her, curious as to what she would do.
She added pressure to my balls, squeezing them until I threw my head back and groaned.
When she twisted her hand around my dick, my entire body began to shake both from a rush of adrenaline and such crazed need I couldn’t think straight.
She knew what she was doing to me and was enjoying every second of it.
I took several gasping breaths, letting her take a couple of inches inside her hot, wet mouth. Finally, she started to suck and I was shocked at the strength of her jaw muscles. Still, she took her sweet time, driving me absolutely nuts while her tongue swirled back and forth.
The friction caused by her hand was almost too much, the hint of pain something I hadn’t anticipated. But she tempered it with her mouth and tongue, developing a rhythm that kept me on a sweet plateau. The woman was an expert at sucking me. Far too much so.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to require her to do this for freaking hours. However, the longing to drive my dick deep inside lingered in the forefront of my mind.
Nothing was about to stop her, her rhythm increasing, taking more of me until the tip hit the back of her throat. My fucking God.
I rubbed my face, every guttural sound becoming a perfect representation of the sweet agony I was in. She truly had no understanding of what she was doing to me and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fill her mouth with my cum.
That could come later. Not the first time. Not since I’d thought about fucking her a few hundred times. Yeah, I was a bad man somewhere deep inside to think about making love to a girl who’d ended up hating my guts. But here she was with my dick in her mouth.
The sounds of her sucking me were about to drive me bat shit crazy. With no other noise, except for my growls and groans, the combination was a nasty little reminder we shouldn’t be doing this. But there was nothing to stop us.
As if I would allow that to happen.
I cupped both sides of her face, rubbing my thumbs back and forth across her soft skin aimlessly.
There were no rational thoughts running through my mind as she pulled my cock free.
I was somehow still able to focus, blinking rapidly.
The light in her eyes reflected the mischief in her soul as she rubbed the tip around her lips, darting her tongue across the slit several times.
“Do not tease me,” I managed, undoubtedly garbling my words.
“Or what?”
I laughed in response, thinking about all the ways I could torment her the way she was doing with me. “I guess…”
She pulled my cockhead into her mouth, clamping down like a tight vise.
“I guess you’ll just have to…”
Jesus. When she squeezed my balls again, another rush of adrenaline flowed through my system. She was pulling out all the stops. The little vixen.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“Mmm…” she said while having her mouth stuffed. Fully on her knees, she concentrated her efforts on taking every inch of me, ignoring her own gagging sounds when her bottom lip touched my sac.
Well, fuck. No other woman had ever managed to get every inch in her mouth. Panting, I slowly lifted my head toward the ceiling while my fingers remained tangled in her hair. Every muscle was so tense they ached. Every thought rumbling through my mind was filthy. Fuck. Fuck.
I was about to lose it. She twisted her hand as she slid her wet lips up my shaft. When she pulled free again with an exaggerated popping sound, I’d finally had enough of her toying with me.
The control was now mine and I planned on taking full advantage of it.
Once upon a time Kenzie Sterling had walked out of my life and hadn’t looked back. A day hadn’t gone by when I hadn’t ached for her, even if her leaving as the best thing for her to do. But now she was back and I wasn’t certain I could manage to do the right thing by pushing her away again.
Why was it that it had taken her reappearing in my life to show me how completely empty I’d become on most days?
Including the good ones.
She peered up at me with dilated eyes, licking her lips and moaning.
Still driving me crazy.
Still reminding me of everything I shouldn’t want.
As I brushed the tips of my fingers across her face, I laughed. The sound was unrecognizable but very much an indication of what I had planned for her. “Open your mouth, little girl. And get ready. Because I’m about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”