Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Lynx
Fucking Reagan on the tailgate of my truck had never been my intention. Not for our first time together, that was for damn sure. However, getting to a softer surface would require time and I didn’t have it. I needed her with an intensity that robbed me of my good sense.
I had always known that my world would be forever changed once I sank deep inside this woman. I hadn’t known how much, though.
I prided myself on being an attentive lover, but when it came to Reagan, I couldn’t seem to control myself.
I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could breathe.
Then I wanted to start all over again. My entire body was hard, my muscles straining as I plunged deep, retreated, then slammed into her again.
I didn’t give a fuck about finesse, only about sating the urge that had been burning inside me for so long.
“Lynx … so close … oh, God.”
Reagan’s fingernails dug into my shoulders, and I fucked her harder, faster, driving us both closer to the edge. I only prayed I wasn’t hurting her because I was out of control when it came to this woman.
I could feel her pussy milking me, squeezing my cock, her body welcoming me with every grueling thrust of my hips.
“Reagan…” It was a warning growl that I couldn’t hold back. I was going to come.
“Yes … Lynx … God, yes. Just … like … that.”
Every one of her words was punctuated by a punishing plunge of my cock inside the silky, wet depth of her pussy, and her sweet cries only made me want more, until I couldn’t hold on any longer.
Reaching between us, I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling the hardened bundle of nerves until she screamed out my name over and over, her pussy pulsing around my dick, robbing me of air and sanity when my body was rocketed past the breaking point, headfirst into a climax unlike anything I'd ever known.
We were both panting hard, sweat covering our bodies as we clung to one another.
When I finally caught my breath, I pulled out of her, slowly, but I couldn’t seem to let go. I never wanted to let go.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, my voice low as I spoke close to her ear.
“God no. That was … fantastic.”
“We’re goin’ to my house,” I stated gruffly, pulling back and meeting her gaze before hopping off the truck to my feet. I removed the condom and tied it off, continuing to look at her. “I’m not done with you yet. And I need a hell of a lot more space to lay you out.”
A wicked smile tilted her mouth, and Reagan Trevino had never looked more beautiful than she did right then. Naked and smiling back at me as though I was her favorite dessert and she’d been deprived of it for ages.
It took a little while, but we both managed to get our clothes on, then climbed back into the truck.
Neither of us said anything for the few minutes it took to get to my house.
And then, after I'd haphazardly parked near the porch, I got out.
Thankfully, I still had some manners. After helping her out, I led her into the house, through the living room, and right to the bathroom.
I tossed the spent rubber into the trash can, then turned on the shower.
“Naked,” I ordered, turning my full attention on her once again.
It was as though I hadn’t fucked her not fifteen minutes before.
It was as though I'd never had my hands on her before. My body was hard, my cock once again throbbing, eager for anything and everything this woman was willing to give me. I wasn’t sure a hundred lifetimes with Reagan would ever be enough.
“This time I’m gonna go slow.” I reached for her shirt and helped her to dispose of it once more, then I unclasped her bra, gently easing it over her shoulders, my eyes feasting on her perfect tits.
Letting my hands roam slowly up her sides, I looked into her eyes, holding her gaze. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I knew she could read my face like a book. This woman was in total control where I was concerned, even if I was the one calling the shots.
“Your turn,” she whispered, pushing my T-shirt higher.
Wasting no time, I jerked it over my head, loving the way her eyes instantly roamed my torso along with her soft hands. I'd waited so long for her to touch me like this. Too long.
Once we stripped our remaining clothes off, I took Reagan’s hand and led her into the shower.
I kept the water lukewarm because we were both still sweating from the heat outside.
It didn’t seem to bother Reagan when the water sluiced over her hair, her skin.
I watched as her nipples pebbled. I couldn’t resist cupping her breasts, gently kneading them until she moaned softly.
I sucked in a sharp breath when her fingers circled my dick, teasing me with firm, slow strokes.
Reaching for the soap, I was determined to get us washed up and back to my bedroom. It wasn’t until Reagan took the bar of soap and lathered her hands that I paused. When her hands resumed their position on my dick, I closed my eyes, letting the sensations roll through me.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Never stop doin’ that.”
Forcing my eyes open, I watched as she took a small step back, her gaze dropping to my cock as she continued to slide her palms up and down my length, the water slowly rinsing the soap away.
“Aww, hell.” I reached for the tiled wall when she eased down to her knees in front of me. I hadn’t been expecting this, but holy fuck, I'd dreamed about this moment plenty of times. In fact, I'd jacked off to fantasies of her sucking me into her sweet little mouth…
“Reagan.” I snapped out her name as her mouth closed over the head of my cock, her tongue circling, teasing.
I couldn’t resist sliding one hand into her hair, holding her as she sucked me deeper. When her eyes lifted to mine, I could see the heat, the need. She wanted me as much as I wanted her and my cock pulsed with the knowledge.
“That’s it, girl,” I urged. “Suck me. Deeper. Yes… All the way…” I groaned when she took as much of me as she could.
I watched my dick slide over her lips before disappearing inside her mouth once more. I wanted to see my cock disappearing into her pussy, her ass. And I wouldn’t be content until I'd claimed this woman in every way imaginable.
However, I had no intention of coming just yet. My orgasm from earlier had taken some of the edge off. Which left me with plenty of time to explore her for as long as she would let me.
But in order for me to do that, I had to get her sexy little mouth to release me.
I'd never thought I'd be thinking along those lines.
Reagan
Admittedly, I had limited experience when it came to sex.
I'd been with one man only, so I didn’t have much to compare to, but holy hell, Lynx Caine was a big man.
One of my hands barely spanned the full breadth of his cock—the tip of my middle finger and thumb barely touching—and as I took the wide crest past my lips, I briefly wondered how he hadn’t caused me significant pain when he’d fucked me before.
Apparently my body was made to adjust to him. And I was grateful for that. Not to mention, I was eager to feel him inside me again.
“Come here, girl,” Lynx groaned, reaching for my arm and helping me back to my feet.
“I’m not done,” I told him coyly.
“Neither am I. Trust me.” He swiped his thumb over my lower lip. “I look forward to havin’ my dick in this sweet mouth again, but right now, I need to taste you.”
Before I could come up with something to say to that, Lynx shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Rather than dry himself, he slid it over my body.
Slowly.
So slowly.
The soft cotton teased my nipples, as did his tongue when he dropped to his knees and proceeded to dry my feet, my shins, my thighs.
And the man was paying close attention to detail, spending more time than was necessary, and driving me crazy in the process.
When he dried my ass, he took my breast into his mouth, the suction making me moan as I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.
“Lynx…”
With a soft rumble, he released my breast, then got to his feet. “I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” His voice was little more than a rough growl and it made my clit throb. “I think that’s my new mission in life. To see how loud I can make you say it.”
Once again, Lynx took my mouth with his. I could feel him moving, knew he was quickly drying himself, never once breaking the kiss. And when he was finished, he led me back to his bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the mattress, then leaning me back, my legs dangling off the side.
He remained standing as he came over me, his tongue thrusting insistently against mine.
But then the kiss ended and his mouth trailed fire down my neck, my chest. Every one of my senses was attuned to him.
His sexy scent, the warmth of his skin, his hard body beneath my palms, the intriguing way he growled when something seemed to please him.
Yep, I was one hundred percent in tune with this man.
“This time, I’m gonna make you come with my mouth,” he said, lifting my knees and pushing them closer to my chest.
His eyes blazed as they drifted down my body.
I was on full display for him, my knees wide, his gaze caressing my bare pussy.
I wanted to beg him to hurry, but I bit my lip to keep the words in.
Although I was eager, I didn’t want to hurry.
I wanted this to last forever because I'd never felt anything this amazing.
His hands, his mouth, even the way he looked at me had new, incredible sensations coursing through me.
When his head lowered between my thighs, I felt the heat of his breath against my skin, the rough rasp of his thumbs as he separated my lips.
But the gentle slide of his tongue along my clit was the best part.
He certainly wasn’t racing to the finish line.
No, not Lynx. He was taking his time, feasting on me, fucking me with his tongue, then flicking my clit until I was gripping the quilt with both fists, trying to hold on.
“So wet,” he mumbled against my skin.
My body hummed when he pushed one finger inside me, slowly fucking me while his tongue worked my clit. When two fingers dipped inside, I was panting, my body no longer my own. It belonged solely to Lynx. I was like a puppet on a string, and he was making me feel things I never knew I could feel.
“Lynx…” My back bowed when his fingers brushed that spot deep inside that I'd only heard about.
“That’s it, girl,” he urged before his tongue worked my clit again, more insistently.
“Oh, God…” I felt the heat bloom inside me, the electricity sparking in my core. When it started radiating outward, I cried out his name.
“Come for me, Reagan,” he commanded, never slowing his sensual assault.
And then my orgasm crested, obliterating my mind, sending my body soaring onto another plane of existence, one where I was suspended in the moment by a pleasure so unreal it bordered on pain. It left me in awe, but it also scared me to death. This man had more control over me than I'd expected.
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he crawled over me. “That sweet pussy comin’ for me like that.”
His dirty words caused aftershocks, my body tingling.
When Lynx’s mouth found mine, I adapted to the slower pace, my body still coming down from the incredible high. Thankfully he had more energy than I did, which was the only reason I ended up on top of him, straddling his narrow hips, my breasts crushed to his chest.
His hands roamed down my back, my ass, over my thighs before traveling up again. It calmed me, soothed me. But at the same time, it renewed my need, rekindled the fire banked in my core.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered. “I want you to ride me, Reagan. I wanna feel your pussy squeeze my dick. Wanna watch as you come again.”
How I managed to move, I wasn’t sure, but I reached between us, my hand circling his cock. Only then did I realize he’d suited up. Where the condom came from, I had no idea. Nor did I care, because a second later, he was filling me to overflowing.
Wanting to watch his face when he came this time, I pushed myself up, my hands pressed to his chest as I rocked my hips, my body adjusting quickly to the intrusion.
His cock glided against delicate nerve endings, and my nipples pebbled as more pleasure detonated inside me.
My skin felt too tight for my body, chills breaking out along my arms as the sensations rocked me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, our eyes locked together.
I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. I was trapped in his beautiful green eyes, lost to him, to this.
I began to rock faster, then lifting and lowering, fucking him, sending us both to that ethereal place I'd been before.
“Aw, fuck…” Lynx’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me down on him, his cock filling me. “So fucking perfect.”
It was perfect.
Beyond perfect.
And that, more than anything, was the most terrifying part.
I knew it would be so easy to fall completely in love with this man.
In fact, it was quite possible I was already there.