Nineteen
Scarlett
I ’ve been sitting up in bed for the past twenty minutes, just watching him sleep. I told Roxy she could leave. She kept apologizing and I had to reassure her about a million times that none of what happened was her fault.
I had used the bathroom, and thought for sure that he would be awake when I came back, but his eyes were still closed. And even though he looks incredibly uncomfortable, he seems to be sleeping soundly and I can’t bring myself to wake him.
I hug my knees, unable to take my eyes from him. Why did he stay here?
I finally lay back against my pillow, afraid he’ll wake up and catch me staring at him like some obsessed girl. Only minutes later I hear him clear his throat and I know he’s awake.
“Shit,” he groans gruffly, and I hear his boots against the floor as he walks toward the bathroom. I take this as my chance to sit up again and wait for him to reappear.
He steps out of the bathroom, practically filling the empty space in my room. He pauses briefly when his eyes meet mine, but then he moves closer.
I bite my lip, feeling the soft pulsing sensation settle between my legs as his eyes rake over me. A chill runs over my skin, causing my nipples to harden under the thin material of my tank top.
“Mornin’,” his southern drawl makes my head swirl.
“Good morning. What…uh… What are you doing here?” I manage to squeak out.
“Needed to make sure you were okay. I’d been looking for you, and caught you and Roxy sneaking in last night. Roxy told me what happened,” he shares.
“I’m okay. I’ll talk to my dad later and I’m sure he’ll handle it,” I tell him.
“It’s already been handled,” he says, seeming to stand a little taller.
“What? What did you do?” I ask.
“I paid that little prick a visit last night,” he tells me and my mouth drops.
“But, why would you…” I start, but he takes a step closer and the words catch in my throat.
“Because, darlin’, I want to keep you safe,” he says, leaning down and bringing his large palm to hold my cheek.
My breath hitches again, and within seconds his mouth claims mine. His lips are somehow both forceful and gentle as his fingers move, twisting in my hair. His tongue slides over mine and the pleasure building inside me is indescribable. He hasn’t even touched me, yet I feel like I could come undone at any second.
His eyes are dark with need as he pulls back. My breathing is out of control, and his gaze falls to rake over my chest as it rises and falls rapidly.
“God damn. You are sexy as hell,” he praises roughly and a deep pulse throbs between my thighs.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” I whisper crosses my lips. I know my dad has given me more freedom, but I really don’t think this is what he had in mind.
“I won’t,” he grins back, cocking his eyebrow like he has a secret. “I have permission from the Pres.”
“I doubt that my father gave you permission to come into my bedroom and defile me,” I smile back.
“Shit,” he laughs out loudly. “Not in so many words, baby. But believe me, the conversation we had in the context of this club and this life, it was definitely implied,” he smiles broadly as his hand slides down my shoulder and his fingers curl under the thin strap of my tank top.
His other hand lifts, softly touching the other strap. “Do you want this to happen?” his deep voice questions and I feel my eyes widen. Chewing softly on my bottom lip, I offer a nod of confirmation.
In a fraction of a second, he has the straps down off my shoulders and my breasts spill out over the fabric. His blue eyes shine as his head drops and the warmth from his mouth covers my nipple. My back instinctively arches, and a soft moan of pleasure passes my lips. I’ve never felt anything like this, and if I wasn’t so caught up in the moment, I’d probably be embarrassed.
His large palm covers my right breast, squeezing softly as his mouth continues to suckle hungrily at my left. His nimble fingers find my nipple as he begins to roll it between his fingers, stoking the fire he’s created inside me. I feel the wetness growing between my thighs as his mouth moves to the right, sucking gently.
“Oh God,” I pant, embarrassingly loudly, and he pulls back smiling broadly.
“Damn, you are sweet. I bet if I suck on these just a little bit longer, you might come for me without me even really touching you,” his deep words create a heavy throbbing sensation and I know he’s right.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to keep sucking on these pretty tits to make you come, or do you want something else?” he asks, slowly dragging the blanket back and getting a full view of me sitting on the bed in my panties.
I definitely like what he was doing, but I want to feel him touch me. “I want more…” I breathe out, feeling my skin heat as I admit that I want him.
“Take everything off,” he instructs and I don’t hesitate. I shift on the bed and wiggle out of my panties, as he stands tall, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
His sculpted muscles, covered in the deeply inked tattoos, make my mouth water. I grab the fabric of my tank top, settled around my rib cage, and pull it off. As I toss it to the floor his eyes rake over my bare body and he easily kicks his boots to the side before climbing onto the bed beside me.
“Why’d you leave your jeans on?” I question softly.
“Because right now I just want to take care of you,” he answers, touching my knee and pushing gently to spread my thighs. “Lay back,” his deep voice directs. His gaze falls between my legs and his sharp intake of breath hits my ears.
“God damn… Your pussy is bare. Fuck – I was not expecting that. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a few short and curlies, but seeing this all smooth and pink. Damn, baby, I am so fucking hard right now,” he groans.
“I guess that would be one benefit of growing up with a bunch of strippers around. Lots of grooming tips,” I share with a soft giggle, and his hand begins to slide slowly up my thigh.
His fingers move over my soft folds, spreading the pooling wetness and I moan again at his touch.
“Baby, you are so wet,” he praises and my entire body ignites.
He slips a finger inside me before leaning down and bringing his mouth back to my chest. He sucks deeply as his hand begins to move, his finger pumping steadily in and out of me. I can’t stop my hips from lifting to meet his movements, the pleasure building in my center is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers playing with this tight wet pussy.”
“Ahhh…” I release and my body shudders. His touch combined with the dirty words he whispered in my ear hit all the right spots, and I’m quickly spiraling.
“Fuck yeah…so fucking perfect,” his words break through my haze.
My head begins to clear, but my heart continues to beat rapidly against my chest and I feel like I just ran five miles. He pulls his hand from between my thighs, and I watch as he brings his fingers to is lips, pulling them gently into his mouth and sucking my arousal from them.
“Just what I thought. Sweeter than honey,” his deep blue eyes flash as he smiles back at me.