CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cody—
My tongue slips inside Heather’s sweet mouth, and her hand goes to my neck, her fingers curling around my nape. I deepen the kiss, desire rocking through me, and all the blood rushes to my dick.
She moans, and it vibrates through her throat to my mouth.
I break off to let us breathe and press my forehead to hers, brushing my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Goddamn, woman, you’re a good kisser.”
She giggles. “Thanks. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Her hands smooth over my cut, touching the patches, and I glance down, watching.
“Does it bother you? That I’m in a club?”
She shakes her head. “I just want a man who’ll be good to me.”
“Then you found one, Heather.”
“Have I?”
“Give me a shot and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Okay.”
I back off her and take my cut off, laying it across the top of her dresser. It looks odd next to that pretty perfume bottle.
She hasn’t moved from where I left her, her gaze raking my body as I strip for her.
The corner of her mouth pulls up, and I realize the irony. This time a man is stripping for her.
I grin and take my time unbuckling my belt, and her eyes flare with heat.
“That’s a lot of ink you have,” she whispers, her gaze consuming every inch of exposed skin.
I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I’ll find any on her.
When I’m naked, I move over her, settling my weight on her soft body. She moans at the feeling, and I stare into her eyes, one of my palms stroking from her hip up her curves.
I want her naked, but I’ll settle for taking it slow.
My hand closes over her breast and I squeeze, watching the reaction in her eyes. Heat flares in their depths, and her mouth parts.
I strum my thumb over her taut nipple poking through the fabric of her shirt, and she licks her lips. I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles up my throat at the thought of taking it into my mouth.
Dipping my head, I push the neckline of her shirt aside to reveal the soft blue bra beneath. I hook a thumb in the cup and pull it down, and that glorious tit pops into full view.
“Gorgeous,” I breathe, just taking in the sight of it. “I’ve thought about my mouth on you.”
“Do it,” she whispers. “I want that, too.”
Her eyes lock with mine as I lower my mouth to that pert nipple that just begs for my attention. I’m relishing every moment, committing it all to my memory forever. With the tip of my tongue, I stroke over it, toying with the tight bud.
She thrusts her chest up, arching her back and writhing beneath me. “Suck it.”
When I give her what she wants, her head goes back, and she drags in a ragged breath. I want to check if she’s wet, but I swore I wouldn’t rush.
Her hands go to my head, fingers threading my hair and nails raking my scalp.
Desire trails a scorching path straight to my dick like white-hot lightning.
I suck, then let her nipple pop out of my mouth and blow on it, watching it pucker up in the cool air. I tease the tip with my teeth, and her hands tighten in my hair, a moan vibrating her chest.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “What you do to me.”
I tease and torment her until it's not enough for either of us. She’s trembling in my arms, and I haven’t even touched her intimately yet.
My desire for this woman is so intense, it's taking everything in me to go slow.
I move to her other breast and give it the same attention. Now both her breasts are tugged free and exposed. She looks hot as hell that way.
“I like you like this, all on display for me. So beautiful, princess.”
Her hands roam over my shoulders and back, then around to my muscled chest.
I groan softly at her touch and drop my mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily, demanding a response. I want her head to spin like mine is spinning.
She arches into me, rubbing her body against mine, and it ratchets up my desire.
I growl and cup her face possessively, staring into her eyes while my other hand slides under the small of her back and lifts her, pulling her tighter to me.
I don’t ever want to let her go. She’s mine, and tonight I’m going to prove it to her.
“I want to taste your pussy,” I breathe between kisses. My voice comes out taut with need.
She gives me a barely-there nod, and I take it. My hand doesn’t hesitate to undo her pants and slide inside. I know before I get there I’m going to find her wet for me.
The first touch of my fingertips has her jerking.
“Shh, baby girl. I’ll be gently. I’ll go slow.”
She nods, and I dip two fingers into her dripping entrance and groan. I bring the wetness up to lubricate her clit and circle it in soft motions.
I don’t have enough room, so I back away and yank her shoes and jeans off.
She sits up and drags her shirt over her head and tosses her bra to the floor.
I drag my heated gaze over every inch of her, forgetting how to breathe.
“Do you know how perfect you are? I want to devour every inch.” I take my erection and stroke it, watching her eyes flare, and that pretty pink tongue wet her lips.
When she does, all my brain can think about is her mouth wrapped around my dick, my fingers threaded in her hair, and those liquid eyes staring up at me.
Before I can even move, she’s sliding off the end of the bed and dropping to her knees to do just that. Her hand wraps around my girth, pushing mine away. She swallows me down in one motion, and I groan.
I sink my hands into her curls and wonder what I ever did to deserve this beauty. She takes her time, stroking me from root to tip, and soon my head tilts back and my eyes slide closed, immersing myself in the exquisite feeling of her mouth on me.
It doesn’t take her long to have me riding that sharp edge, but the last thing I want to do is rush. I’ve got too many plans for her.
Pulling her off, I ease her back to sit on the foot of the bed and drop to my knees. I capture her ear with my teeth, then nuzzle her throat. “I want to fuck you, but first I want to eat that pussy. You good with that?”
“God, yes.” Her palms run up my back, and her fingers rake through my hair.
I drag my heated lips across her throat, sucking and biting, and she whimpers with need, knowing my intended destination.
I give her tits the attention they deserve along the way, but nothing is keeping me from the heaven waiting between her thighs.
Her fingertips skate over my muscular arms, her eyes on my ink and biceps.
I let her touch me. Her palms stroke over my shoulders and cup my neck; a groan escapes me.
I take her hips in my hands and pull her closer to the edge of the mattress, then spread her knees wide. “You’re mine tonight, yeah?”
She nods, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.
“Lie back, sweetheart.”
She does, a shiver moving over her.
I brush a thumb lightly over her bare pussy and her belly quivers. “I love seeing that sweet pussy dripping for me.
She gasps when I slide two long fingers between her slick folds.
“My girl is so wet for me.” I dip my head and inhale her intoxicating scent, my dick bobbing with need.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, but I draw out her anticipation, making her wait for that first swipe of my tongue, until she’s strung so taut with desire, she begs.
“Please, Cody. I need you.”
My hands slide under her ass and drag her toward my waiting mouth.
The first long lap of my tongue pulls a gasp from her throat, and she clutches my shoulders, begging for more. I’m controlling and possessive, holding her how I want her, and she seems to love every second of it.
Her scent is intoxication. I dip my head for more, giving her another long, slow lap of my tongue. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I spread her farther until she can accommodate my broad shoulders, then I settle in, my tongue toying with her clit. I tease and play until she digs her nails into my skin, her head rolling on the bedspread.
Lifting my head, I meet her eyes with my hooded gaze and watch her reaction as I slip two fingers deep, searching and finding that spot that has her bucking. I add my thumb to the mix, rotating it over her clit in tight circles, intent on driving her wild.
She jerks, tilting her hips and rubbing harder against me, wanting more. Her breasts bounce with the reaction of her body.
“Oh, God,” she stutters.
“You like that, baby? You want more?”
“Yes, more.”
I tease her clit again and again until she shivers. When I replace my thumb with my mouth, she thrashes wildly, lifting her hips off the bed to follow my mouth.
“Jesus, Heather. You taste so fucking sweet.” I watch her face as I continue to torment her with my mouth. I curl the fingers inside her and press and stroke until she bucks, practically fucking my face in her urgency to get off.
She’s eager, desperate, frantic… and I love every second of it.
My gaze locks on her gorgeous tits, bouncing wildly. “That’s it, pretty girl. I want to see those babies bounce for me.”
Her body reacts to my words, and I feel her clench down on my fingers, another gush of release coating them.
“Do you want more, baby doll?” My hand picks up speed, and I add another finger, driving in and out of her until she’s begging.
“Fuck me, Cody. I need it. Please.”
“Not until you come all over my hand first, honey.”
“Oh, God.”
“My dick is hard as a rock for you, just waiting. Give me what I want.”
Her head rears back, and her hips piston against my hand.
“You close, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she moans, truly desperate.
I tickle her clit with my tongue, then pinch one of her nipples.
She detonates, exploding into orgasm with a cry. Her body melts into the bed, and a rush of release gushes from her.
I lap her clean with a deep growl. When I’m through, my mouth drags up her body, pressing soft kisses over her belly.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I stand, my hard cock bobbing against my abs.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her chest rises and falls, then she scoots to the pillows.