Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Camryn
Istare into Barrett’s conflicted gaze. I shouldn’t have admitted that.
Nothing good has ever come from me getting my hopes up about someone.
Never in my life have I not been let down.
So I stopped having expectations that I mean as much to people as they mean to me.
It’s not a wall I intentionally put in place, but a person can only take being let down so many times before something has to change.
Before I have a chance to open my mouth again and tell Barrett to forget the whole thing, he leans toward me, grabbing me by the back of the neck before he slams his mouth to mine.
I let out a gasp into his mouth, and his tongue invades mine.
My hands fly to his shoulders to push him away, but instead, they grab his leather cut into a tight fist as my tongue swirls with his in a delicious dance for dominance.
His fingers claw up the back of my head and grip my hair as we devour each other’s mouths. This is insane, a terrible idea, and the best fucking kiss of my life. Barrett breaks the kiss, both of us panting hard as he presses his forehead to mine.
“You aren’t the only one in this, Camryn,” he whispers against my lips.
“All I’ve done for the last two days is think about you and that kiss.
Shit flies out of my mouth before I think about it, especially around you.
But hear me when I say, I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop wanting to taste every inch of your skin.
My mouth is fucking watering for another taste.
” He presses his lips to mine, and this time it’s not as frantic.
Barrett swipes his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open to allow our tongues to slowly mingle and explore.
It may not be as hard as the last one, but it’s just as deep, just as needy.
He breaks the kiss again and straightens, my hands slipping from the leather of his cut. He slides it off, hanging it on the back of the chair. His jacket is next, and he throws it on the table before walking to stand in front of me.
Barrett’s hands cup the sides of my face as he presses his body against mine. “You still with me, sweetheart?”
That could mean so many things, but I don’t want to delve into it right now.
I want his lips on mine again, want him to slide his flannel off next so I can get an eyeful of his naked chest that I’ve missed the last two mornings, and this time be free to run my hands over every groove of muscle like I’ve been craving since the first week we lived here.
“I’m with you,” I whisper, and that devilish smirk makes an appearance.
Barrett’s hands slide to my waist, and he lifts me, easily setting me on the counter.
I immediately spread my legs. When he steps between them, I wrap them around his middle.
He pulls me to the edge of the counter and kisses me again.
Barrett is tall, and when he pulls me against him, I feel the effect I’m having on him when his hard cock presses into my center.
“God, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined the two of us here with me between your fucking legs, pup.
” He presses himself harder against my pussy and swirls his hips.
His hand grips the back of my head again, and my fingers tunnel through his waves as he kisses me so thoroughly I don’t know how the hell I’ll ever survive this.
All I can think about is the delicious way his mouth tastes—a hint of beer and a whole lot of desperation.
His hardness rubs gloriously against my clit, but it’s not the exact right spot to give what I need. My hands leave his hair, and I break the kiss, leaning back on my arms. The T-shirt I wore to work is tight against my chest as I arch and grind myself into Barrett.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamned sexy rubbing yourself against me.
” His eyes dart between where we’re rubbing against each other like a couple of horny teenagers.
He tugs my shirt upward until the fabric rests just above my breasts, my nipples hard beneath my black lace bra.
The growl that comes from this man’s throat sends bolts of lightning straight to my clit.
He leans over and kisses me hard before his teeth scrape down the column of my neck and his teeth latch onto one nipple, biting at me through the lace.
“Ahhh,” I cry out, and the sensation of the slight sting of pain paired with the movement of my pussy against his hard cock is too much. I come hard, throwing my head back as my clit pulses, pure pleasure shooting from my center down my legs, my toes curling in my boots on instinct.
My breath is coming out in sharp pants when Barrett lifts his head from my chest.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I say, my legs falling from his waist, the energy it takes to keep them up too much for my jelly-filled limbs.
“You can’t believe I just got you off on the kitchen counter, or that you came with too many layers of clothes between us?”
A huff of laughter escapes me. “Both.”
Barrett stands and pulls the top half of my body into him before he wraps my legs around his waist again and lifts me from the counter. “That was just a sample of the rest of the night. Shit, I barely did anything.”
How do I tell him he didn’t have to? That I’ve been imagining some variation of what just happened for a lot longer than he would think?
“A sample, you say?” I ask as he walks us down the hall.
We stop and look from my bedroom door to his, both of us unsure of where to go.
“I have condoms in my room.” Of course he does. “It’s a brand-new pack that I’ve had for a while,” he rushes out.
The fact that he clarified before my brain had a chance to run away with itself is actually kind of heartwarming. And exactly what I need.
“Your room it is,” I say, and he kicks open the door before walking to the edge of his bed and laying me down. My legs drop and he stands tall, pulling his shirt over his abs and off his body, then tossing it in the corner.
“There it is,” I say and sit up.
Barrett chuckles and runs a hand over his chest. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck yes. You’ve deprived me of it the last two days.”
Barrett chuckles and steps closer to me.
I do what I’ve been craving for the last month and run my palms up his toned stomach, my fingers exploring every groove.
Then I lean forward and let my tongue explore.
Barrett hisses at the contact and grabs the back of my head as my hands trail over the waist of his jeans.
I unhook his buckle and reach in and gasp when I grip his hard cock and feel warm metal in my palm.
I look up at Barrett, who is wearing a sinful grin, as he pushes down his denim and boxer briefs. His cock is long and standing proud with four piercings through the underside of his shaft, starting below the head to about midway up his cock.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out and tentatively run my fingers over each barbell. Barrett’s cock jerks and he hisses again. “Does that hurt?” I ask, concerned for a moment, but there’s no way he would get something done like this if it causes him pain.
Barrett shakes his head. “It feels fucking incredible to have you touch me, pup.” He covers my hand with his and wraps our hands around his shaft. “Don’t be shy.”
I stroke him a few times, completely unaccustomed to the feel of metal in my hand.
When I look into his eyes, there’s nothing but pure hunger in his gaze.
I lean forward and run my tongue from the base of his cock and over the barbells.
My tongue licks up and down the Jacob’s ladder several times before moving to the tip and taking him inside my mouth.
“Fuck, Camryn, your mouth is fucking heaven.” Barrett’s hands grip the sides of my head, and his hips buck as he sucks in his breath through clenched teeth. I gag when his cock hits the back of my throat, and he immediately pulls all the way out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” I reassure him, leaning forward to take him in my mouth again.
“I’m going to come way too soon if you keep that up.”
“Oh, are you a one-trick pony?” I ask, looking up at him with a wicked grin.
“That fucking mouth.” He bends and kisses me hard, his tongue invading the very mouth he was just complaining about.
Barrett stands tall and strokes himself a couple of times before he reaches out and whips the shirt over my head. My bra is next to be nearly ripped from my body before Barrett grabs me by the waist, tossing me toward his pillows.
“One-trick pony, my fucking ass,” he mumbles as he kneels between my spread thighs, his fingers popping the button of my jeans.
His hands begin to shimmy the tight denim over my ass, and I lift both legs so he can peel them off my body.
His hands clasp my ankles and he spreads me wide before running his palms down my calves to the inside of my thighs.
His eyes stay glued to my center as his thumbs run up and down the length of my pussy.
“Look at this perfect pussy. So fucking wet for me.”
When his thumb sweeps over my clit, my hips jolt, that tiny bit of contact shooting fireworks through my middle—straight to where he’s touching me.
Barrett lies flat on the bed, his head between my thighs as his tongue trails up my center.
“Fuck,” I cry out, and he chuckles against me, sending vibrations through me.
Then he starts licking at me like his life depends on making me come a second time. One of my hands grips the hair at the top of his head, and I splay the other over my breast, rubbing my hard nipple with my palm.
Barrett’s eyes collide with mine while he eats away at me. His hooded gaze shoots to where I’m playing with my nipple, and he moves one hand to my chest and takes over my ministrations. His calloused fingers against my soft flesh heighten my pleasure as my hips swirl against his mouth.