Chapter 2
Chapter Two
ANDREW MCGUIRE
A man about to reconnect
with his long-dormant wild side…
H er apartment door snicks shut behind us and suddenly Tatum is in my arms with her lips on mine.
I’ve been fascinated by those plush lips since the moment she flashed her crooked smile my way from across the bar. I also indulged a few fantasies of what it would be like to kiss her while we were playing Trout pinball, but every fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing.
This woman is…fire.
She tastes like salt from her dirty martini, wood smoke, and something warm and comforting I can’t quite name. I only know that as I lift her up and her legs go around my waist that the warm and comforting part goes straight to my heart while everything else about this firecracker of a woman surges straight at my dick. The Herculean control I exerted to keep from stabbing her in the back with my erection while we played pinball vanishes.
I’m instantly hard and aching behind the fly of my jeans, groaning into her mouth as I find my way to the living room in the dark. We tumble onto the couch, shedding coats and shoes and then coming back together for an even hotter, deeper kiss.
“I won the sexy fisherman lottery,” she says, her fingernails digging into my shoulders through my flannel.
I smile against her lips. “I’m not a fisherman, but thanks. I’m feeling pretty lucky myself.” I glide my tongue against hers as I squeeze her hip again through her jeans. “I’m obsessed with this part of you,” I say, squeezing again.
“My birthing hips?” she murmurs into my mouth with a husky laugh. “Thanks. My mama always said they’d bring all the boys to the yard. Didn’t happen in high school or community college, but I figured the magic would kick in sooner or later. My mama is always right.”
“So is mine,” I say, thinking of how many times my mother told me not to marry Nicky, even though she was pregnant, and I’d been raised to take responsibility for my actions. But she seemed to know from the get-go that Nicky would leave me high and dry and being married would only make things harder, not easier. I sigh. “It’s the fucking worst.”
Her giggle becomes a swiftly drawn breath as I push her sweater up around her ribs. “It really is. But let’s not talk about our moms, shall we? Let’s talk about other things.”
“Like how much I also enjoy your ass?” I reach around to grip her perfectly round, firm backside and shift lower, bringing my lips to the marble white skin on her stomach. “Or how soft this part is right here?” I kiss the skin right above her belly button, loving the way her breath shudders out and her hips lift closer to my chest, silently asking for more.
“I think your lips are magic,” she says. “Or possibly conducting some kind of electrical current. Have you recently been struck by lightning?”
I smile and kiss her again, swirling my tongue into her navel as I continue to squeeze her delectable ass, now with both hands. “I don’t know. I don’t remember a lightning strike but I’m pretty distracted right now.”
“Distracted by me?” she asks, a hint of hope in the words that makes me think she isn’t always the confident sex goddess she’s shown me tonight.
I look up, catching her gaze in the dim light streaming into the window from the streetlamp outside. “Distracted and fascinated and maybe a little addicted. Already. And I haven’t even tasted you yet.”
“You’ve tasted…” She trails off as she gets my meaning. “Oh. Well, yes, that’s true. You haven’t tasted me yet. And you probably should, just so we can evaluate how serious this addiction is. You might need professional help of some kind.”
“Like an intervention?” I ask, popping the button at the top of her jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. The sound of it is enough to make my pulsing dick even thicker.
“No. No way am I going to try to stop you. I’m not a dream killer.” She holds my gaze with softly parted lips that make me think even more filthy thoughts. Thoughts about how much I want to do everything a man can do to that mouth, including feeding it the best breakfast of its life tomorrow morning.
I need all night with this woman, and I’ve never been so glad Binx wanted a sleepover with her favorite niece as I am right now.
Sarah Beth is my world, but even the most devoted father needs a night like this now and then. A night to be the man he was before he gave up closing down the bars to be home in time to read stories and give good night kisses.
Nights when he doesn’t need to watch his language or keep conversation PG.
“I could see that right off the bat,” I murmur as I drag her jeans slowly down her thighs. “You’re not a dream killer. You’re sexy as fuck and need a man who will treat your pussy right.”
“Thank you,” she breathes. “I really do. It’s been way too long.”
“Which is bullshit,” I say, tossing her jeans to the floor and teasing my fingertips along the waistband of her panties. “You clearly deserve the best as often as you want it.”
Her eyes sparkle into mine as I slowly curl my fingers around the strings on either side of her bikini panties. “Screw the best, I’d rather have you.”
I laugh—I can’t help it, this woman is funny, even when she’s teasing me—and promise, “You’re going to regret that.” I notice a small lump beneath the thin fabric of her panties and arch a delighted brow. “Is that a piercing I see down there, Miss Tatum?”
She nods. “I told you I had a wild side. Hope it’s not too wild…”
“As long as you don’t mind that I have one, too,” I say, intensely aware of the barbell piercing through the head of my cock at it presses against the fly of my jeans. I got it near the end of my wild phase but haven’t regretted it for a second. It heightens every sensation for me, and I’ve never had any complaints from the ladies, either.
She moans. “Hell, yes. I’ve always wanted to know what that would feel like.”
“It’s going to feel amazing,” I promise. “But first, I’m going to have to keep you on the edge for an hour or two. Can’t let you orgasm until you confirm that I’m the best you’ve ever had, right?”
She bites her bottom lip. “Wow, that’s evil. And wonderful. Yes, please, Drew. Make me beg. Make me beg hard.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
With a wicked grin, I prove I’m a man of my word.
Tatum
D rew is so bad .
And so good .
And fifteen minutes later, I’m deeply regretting agreeing to erotic torture because he’s a master at it.
“Please, you’re the best,” I pant as he swirls his tongue around my clit and the ring-and-ball piercing above it just hard enough to make me writhe like a woman possessed. “You’re the best. The very best. No other man can compare.”
“That’s good,” he says, dipping his finger inside me, but not far enough to make me come, just enough to make me squirm. “But still not good enough. Make me believe you, Tatum. Make me believe you can’t live without coming on my mouth.”
“Please.” Whimpering sounds emerge from low in my throat as he massages the sides of my clit with his thumbs while he flicks my piercing with his tongue, taking me closer, closer, but still not close enough. “I feel like I’m dying. Or like I want to die but can’t. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. All I know is I need more, Drew.”
“And I need more begging,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue again.
“Fine,” I cry out, my head tossing from side to side on the couch cushions as words pour out of my mouth. “You are the King of my Clitoris. And the Duke of my Desire. I worship at the altar of your tongue, and other really nice things I can’t think of right now because words are hard and all I can think about is how much I want to grab your hair and pull you so tight against me, you can’t breathe. So please. Please!”
“I don’t need to breathe, I just need you to come,” he says, pressing his mouth hard against me for the first time. He kisses my pussy almost the same way he kissed my mouth, deep and intense and passionate as hell, and I explode into stardust.
I come so hard and fast it literally feels like my body’s coming apart at the cellular level. I lose all control and when I finally regain enough clarity to become aware of myself again, I’m shocked to find my hands fisted in his hair as I grind against him like a greedy little beast who hasn’t just had the best O of her life.
I release him with a rush of breath. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to suffocate you.”
“Suffocate me,” he says with a groan that vibrates my clit and the ring just above it, threatening to send me off the cliff again. “I want to drown in the taste of you. You’re so sexy, Tatum. So sweet and sexy and fuck…I’m dying to be inside you.”
“Yes, yes, that,” I pant, pulling at his shoulders, urging him up my body.
“Condom,” he says, reaching back to fumble in his jeans. He grabs his wallet and the condom inside, but instead of quickly rolling it on, he pauses above me, slowly unwrapping the protection as his gaze sweeps up and down my bare body.
But for the first time with a new lover, I have no urge to cover myself.
I don’t mind being completely exposed to Drew.
In fact, I rather love it.
Maybe it’s the orgasm sparkles still dancing before my eyes or the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m the most glorious thing he’s ever seen, but I feel so bold I part my thighs even more, showing him how wet I am.
He curses beneath his breath before bringing the condom to the tip of his lovely erection. It truly is lovely, thick and long, and the piercing through the top is the hottest, most savagely sexy thing I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t worry, it won’t tear the condom,” he says, clearly noticing the direction of my gaze as he rolls it on.
“I’m not worried,” I say. “I trust you.”
His gaze softens a little, even as the heat burning there intensifies. “I’m so glad. You can trust me, Tatum. I have nothing but the best intentions, I promise.”
“And you can’t wait to get my number and see me again,” I say, the words out before I can warn myself to play it cool.
“As soon as you’ll let me,” he says, proving I shouldn’t have worried. “I can already tell it’s going to be really hard to get enough of you.”
Before I can tell him how happy I am to hear that, he’s lengthened himself on top of me and his cock is pushing into where I’m desperate to feel him, and it is perfect.
“So perfect,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper, relishing the feel of that wicked ring rubbing against all the delicate places inside me.
He curses and threads his hand into my hair, making a fist as he kisses me hard. “Beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips as we start to move, finding our rhythm like we’ve done this a hundred times before. “Being with you is…so beautiful, Tatum.”
It’s not the kind of thing men usually say, at least not in my experience. I’ve only had a few lovers, so I’m no expert, but guys usually say that I’m beautiful or that I feel good. Not that being with me is beautiful, that what we’re sharing together, creating together, is the thing he’s most struck by.
It makes my heart melt, too, right along with the rest of me, and I can’t resist whispering, “You’re the sweetest bad boy with a cock piercing I’ve ever met.”
“And you are adorable and so sexy, I’m going to come way too soon,” he says, moving faster, harder. “I’m sorry. I’ll last longer next time. It’s just been a long time and you’re incredible.”
“Never apologize for telling me I’m incredible,” I say, bucking into his thrusts, letting him take me to the edge all over again. “And we have all night.”
“All night,” he says, squeezing my hip as he shifts his angle, hitting my G-spot with his piercing and setting the world ablaze.
I come crying out things way naughtier than The Dirty Taco’s name and Drew follows me a few seconds later, his cock pulsing inside me. The ball on the end of his piercing draws out my orgasm until I’m boneless with pleasure.
I’m so starry eyed, I don’t realize there’s a problem until he curses.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, still a little breathless.
“I’m so sorry, Tatum, but it did break. The condom. I’ve never had that happen before,” he says, his voice stricken as he reaches between us.
I smooth my hands down his back, instinctively wanting to comfort him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I never miss one. And like you said, it’s been a long time for me, too. I was tested after I broke up with my boyfriend a couple years ago. I found out he’d been cheating, and I was worried, but I’m fine.”
“Same,” he says, relaxing a little. “I was tested after I found out my ex-wife had been with other people. Thankfully, I was negative for everything, too.”
I cup his face. “I’m sorry that happened to you. Cheaters suck.”
He flashes a brief smile but seems distracted by whatever’s going on with the condom. “They do. And right back at you. That guy must have been one dumb asswipe.”
Touched, I sigh. “Thanks. You’re very sweet. But now you have to roll off me. I should pee so I don’t get a UTI.”
“I would,” he says, his troubled expression deepening, “but I can’t.”
I blink. “What?”
“I um, can’t,” he says, tugging lightly on my piercing, sending a wave of dread rolling through me like a riptide.