18. Lennon
18
LENNON
P ride. We were two peas in a pod.
“Wanna know something, trouble?” He slid his hand through the open edge of my towel and curled his fingers around my hip. “I hadn’t stopped thinking about you when I came home from the bar.” He tipped his head to the side. “Hadn’t stopped thinking about how much I liked your fire. The way you talked back to me. The way we fit. That push and pull.”
Our lips brushed.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” he murmured.
I knew what he was asking, and I knew what my answer was the moment he asked.
I swallowed and let go of the towel. “No.”
CJ caught it before it fell away from my body, holding it in place. “You sure?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “No harm, no foul if you want to take your side. I’ll take mine, and I won’t touch you. But if you’re not going to sleep, we’re going back to the beginning for a do-over.”
Instead of words, I reached between us and squeezed the thick outline of his erection.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled as his mouth crashed against mine. CJ ripped the towel away and wrapped me up in his arms. “Get on the bed.”
I gasped as he sucked my lip between his teeth. “Pretty sure our quickie was up against the wall back at the bar.”
His smile was feral. “We have to be quiet. Not quick. On your back.”
“Demanding,” I grumbled as I scooted backward on the mattress.
He was on top of me, kissing and nipping my neck before I could get another word out. Hands shackled my wrists above my head as he straddled my hips.
“Goddamn...” His voice was reverent as his eyes turned midnight black. He shifted his grip on my wrists, holding them together with one hand as he cupped my breast. “Not one night has gone by that I haven’t thought about your tits.” He rolled his thumb over my piercing. “Do you know how much I’ve been fucking my hand, thinking about you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, trying to hold in my reaction.
“Look at me.”
I focused on breathing through the ache that throbbed between my legs. I was desperate, but I didn’t want to beg.
CJ pinched my nipple. “Look.”
I squealed at the sensation. Heat flashed across my chest, melting into sumptuous mountains of pleasure.
He let go of my wrists and clapped his hand over my mouth. “I’m not opposed to waking this whole damn house up from the sound of me fucking you. But if you don’t want that to happen, you have to stay quiet.”
His thumb returned to my nipple, rolling over the tightened point and turning me back into a writhing mess.
“Hush,” he soothed, but didn’t let up. “Breathe through it.”
“Easier said than done,” I gasped.
“You can do it,” he whispered against my mouth. “But you will keep your eyes on me.” He eased off my hips and moved between my legs. “As much fun as our little bar tryst was, I never got to make sure you were wet enough.” He shoved my thighs apart without warning. “Now lay back.”
“Please.” One pathetic syllable was the only thing I could get out.
His responding chuckle was warm against my inner thigh. “That’s my girl.”
I clasped my hands over my mouth at the first slide of his tongue along my slit. Droplets of water from the shower still clung to my skin. He drank up each one with warm, sloppy kisses.
“See how good you get to feel when you work with me?” he mumbled. “Play with your tits.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
His hands kneaded my hips and thighs as he sucked and licked my pussy. CJ teased my clit with his tongue, prodding and massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves. I whispered pleas and phantom prayers as he used his tongue to spell out endless apologies.
“You want a little bit more?” he asked.
I nodded.
“So nice when you’re desperate.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my clit. “Maybe I should get you on your back more often. You’re much more compliant.”
“Don’t get used to it. I can still smother you with my thighs.”
He smirked. “You know, I think I’d enjoy that. Breathe for me.” With that brief warning, he slid two fingers inside me and pressed the heel of his palm to my clit. “Ride my hand. Give me a show.”
“Give me your cock.”
CJ chuckled. “All in due time, trouble.” He pushed harder against my clit, rocking his hand back and forth. “Give me a little show, and I’ll let you come.”
“I can make myself come,” I snapped in a whisper.
“I’m sure you can, but this will feel so much better, won’t it? I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing my fingers. You want it just like this, don’t you?”
I couldn’t help the way I dug my heels into the bed, nor the way I rocked my hips back and forth, chasing that elusive end.
“My God, you’re a fucking dream,” he whispered as I tipped my head back and gasped. “Come for me.”
Waves rocked my body as I crashed through wall after wall of ecstasy. CJ curled his fingers inside me, stroking and easing me down from the high.
I melted into the soft bedding as he stretched out over me, cupping my cheeks in his hands. His lips were soft and warm and tasted just a little bit like me.
I didn’t mind.
CJ slid his tongue along mine, lapping in gentle strokes as he wrapped me up in those sinuous muscles. “You good?”
I nodded.
“Want more?”
I sank my teeth into his lower lip. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
I giggled lazily. “I’m not.”
He pecked my lips as he grabbed a condom. “We’ve all gotta have goals.”
I traced the lines of his chest as he kicked off his sweatpants and tore into the condom packet with his teeth. “Both hands on my cock.”
“Bossy much?” I muttered.
CJ’s thick erection bobbed in front of me as he sat back on his haunches. “Don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you’re pretty stubborn.” He handed me the open condom packet. “Put it on me.”
His cock was warm and hard beneath my palm as I rolled the rubber on him. The gentle throb of arousal was hypnotizing.
CJ took my hands in his and wrapped them around his neck. “I’ll be gentle this time, but I still want you to hold on.”
“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I like a good, hard fuck.”
He chuckled. “I know you do.”
I gasped as he slid inside me, stretching and filling me to my limit.
“But hard fucks are for when we’re on even ground. And I hope we get there. But for now—” he wrapped his arms behind my back and held me flush to his chest “—just let me hold you and say I’m sorry.”
The tears that pricked my eyes caught me by surprise. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing through each rhythmic, pulsating thrust.
We crashed as one, cresting each surge and swell as we held onto each other.
CJ gently laid me back against the pillows, cupped my cheek, and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
The placement was shocking.
He was so tender. So gentle. It was a stark contrast to the handsome playboy from the bar and the angry cowboy who had tormented me for weeks.
We did the awkward dance of waiting for each other to use the bathroom and get ready for bed.
I needed some space. Some time to process everything alone.
I was in the middle of putting on a pair of sweats and a hoodie so I could go out to my car when thick arms banded around me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he murmured as he pressed a kiss into my hair.
“Just running out to my car real quick.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” I bristled.
“All your things are up here. You were about to run away.”
“Was not.”
“Lennon.”
“Carson.”
He froze, his hands softening on my waist. “What did you just call me?”
“That’s your name, right? Carson James.”
He threw me over his shoulder, turning my world upside down, and then tossed me onto the bed like a hay bale.
“That’s it,” he said as he yanked the covers back. “You’re not going anywhere.”