Chapter 11 #3
But I froze when I tasted booze on her. “How much have you had to drink, Tracey?”
“Enough to be bold and risk what you were worried about but not enough to regret you.” She sighed when I didn’t continue. “I’m fine. Not driving fine, but I could go do paperwork and not make a mistake.” She snorted. “I’ve had more to drink while handling work than this and without food.”
That was good enough for me. We weren’t kids after all.
“Gods above, I knew you would be intense,” she panted after kissing me.
“Hunter green,” I whispered.
Those pretty eyes flashed shock. “Yes. Few get the color of my eyes right, but yes they’re hunter green.”
“Gorgeous,” I praised, massaging her neck as I brought my other hand to her hip and around to her ass.
I pulled her tight against my body so she felt how hard I was for her.
“We know our priorities, but you need to know that I don’t do anything but exclusive.
The moment I’m inside of you, I will fucking end anyone else who dares to be. ”
She shivered and I hoped it was in a good way because I knew that was overbearing and probably too much.
But it was how I felt.
She licked her lips and melted into me. “Depends on how well you take care of me, but if it’s as good as I hope, I will absolutely agree to only be yours, handsome. Take care of my needs and I promise I won’t even look at another man even if we’re casual.”
“Good.” I laid the circle under us and took her back to my place. It might have seemed silly when we were on the land where she lived, but she didn’t live alone and that place was now guarded by my people.
They didn’t need to know what I planned to do to her.
But I should have known better because the moment she registered the change of location, she made her move. The dress she was wearing hit the floor and then one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen dropped to her knees in front of me.
I went to help her get my pants open, but she smacked my hands away. Fine, she could do whatever she wanted to me. I took off my shirt and she happily hummed seeing my chiseled body.
Well, I have a new reason to work out so hard instead of just aggression.
“Lovely,” she purred when she pulled out my cock. She went right for it, no dancing around or soft kisses first.
No, that wasn’t Tracey Anderson’s style. She took what she wanted and swallowed me right down. I reached to touch her hair, but she smacked my hand away.
And I let her see the retribution in my eyes. She simply snorted and kept sucking me. I finished embarrassingly fast and that seemed to please her.
She pulled off of me with a naughty slurp and used her thumb to clean up her lips. “Been that long or you really needed it?”
“Both,” I answered honestly before moving faster than she was ready for and scooping her up off the floor. I carried her to my bed and enjoyed how her body moved when I tossed her on it. I finished stripping and she liked what she saw. “Potion?”
She nodded. “Always. I don’t trust anyone else to protect me.”
Fair, but I had one thing to say to that. “I’m trusting you to protect me from something neither of us can handle right now.”
Something flashed in her eyes that I couldn’t read, but then she smiled and took off her panties. “I trust you to keep us safe too. Seems only right.”
I groaned when her bra came off and I finally got to see exactly how perfect her breasts were. “I’m going to feast on you and—”
“While I appreciate the care, another night, handsome. I want to be fucked and I think you’re the way I want it.”
Gods above, she knew how to push my buttons for real. I growled and moved over her. “Taylor. Say my name, not ‘handsome’ like I could be anyone.”
Her eyes flashed shock, but she reached up and touched my cheek. “Who knew there was a romantic under that gruff exterior?” She gave me a soft kiss. “Taylor, I’m really needing what I hope you will give me. All the foreplay later, but it’s been too long for me too.”
I had a feeling our definition of “too long” was different and that wasn’t a judgment. People should do what they wanted as long as they didn’t screw over others.
“Just a bit so I don’t hurt you,” I murmured against her lips as my hand traveled down her thigh.
“Quickly,” she… Demanded. It felt a demand, but it was breathy.
And sexy as fuck.
She was wet and bare and very into what I did to her. Hearing her scream my name as she finished was almost enough for me to cream myself.
“How?” I bit out, completely on edge.
She smirked at me even as she gasped for air. “How do you want me?”
I pressed my lips against hers. “All the fucking ways, so where do you want to start?” I got the answer when she wrapped her leg around me and pulled me down.
Yeah, we could start with good ol’ missionary and go from there. Fuck and round back to it as many times as she’d let me.
Plunging into her wet, willing body was a paradise that I didn’t know existed. It was… I felt like I was having sex for the first time. That sounded cliché and stupid even, but it was what I felt.
It was what I felt with her. Everything felt like the first time instead of just a different person. The way she touched me. The way her lips felt and tasted wasn’t just another kiss.
“Not enough,” I growled after a minute of her delicious body. I ignored her confused look and sat back on my feet, getting a better grip on her body and pulling her onto my cock as I thrust forward with everything I had.
And she went wild. I should have been worried it was too rough, but she clearly loved it, moaning as she reached up and used my headboard for leverage.
“Yes?” I checked anyways, grunting it as I kept going.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out at each thrust.
Fuck, she was perfect. Her pussy gave me more than I knew I wanted and watching her full breasts bounce around—I could watch it all day.
Actually… “Pinch your nipples. I want my name on those lush lips while you pinch your nipples as I fuck you.”
She lifted her head a bit and licked those lips to tease me. “Into dirty talk, huh?”
I was honest. “No. Never.”
She liked that, knowing it was her and she made me snap. Yeah, she did, so she could have the win, especially because she did it. I held out until she finished twice and then came with her on the third climax.
But then I was spent. Sex was like any other workout regime, and the few quick hookups I’d had a couple in past years weren’t enough training for the woman before me.
I leaned over her, panting as much as she was as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was a lot more intimate than most would think for fun.
“You win,” she gasped. She smirked when I raised an eyebrow. “Other men can fuck off. I only want you inside of me as long as you behave.”
Meaning she wouldn’t put up with bullshit either. Message received. I gave her a soft kiss to accept and then gently pulled out of her. She hissed and winced and I felt horrible.
“Good sex should hurt,” she comforted. “Especially after a dry spell.”
“I should help, but healing isn’t—”
“I’ve got it, Taylor,” she promised. She also wouldn’t let me clean her up or carry her to the bathroom—though that was probably overkill. Normally, I wasn’t that overbearing, but I’d been rougher with her than I ever had been, so it seemed in line?
We snacked in my kitchen after I loaned her a hoodie that was a sexy dress on her and then I had her bent over the kitchen counter. In my defense, she pushed my buttons again. That seemed to be her specialty, itching to see how easily I would snap for her.
“Am I leaving?” she asked evenly after we cleaned up again. She said it like she didn’t care either way, but I wasn’t that stupid.
“Only if you want to annoy me,” I muttered as I sat on my bed and fluffed the pillow next to mine. I gave her a look that she better get her ass next to me and I was glad when she snickered.
The booze had worn off, but Tracey had clearly been burning the candle at both ends. She was half asleep when she curled up next to me.
“This is nice,” she mumbled softly.
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.
“Thanks, Taylor,” she breathed, almost out.
I snickered. “I should be thanking you for taking the chance and rocking my world.” The answer I got shocked me and I was sure she wouldn’t remember saying it.
“No, for not rejecting me for being an orphan or Black. It always hurts more than I pretend it does. Especially if I respect them. It would have hurt really bad this time.”
A cute snore passed her lips, so that was the end of the discussion.
I stared up at the ceiling for several minutes thinking about what she’d said and how it made me feel. I sighed.
This was going to be more complicated than casual. I need to do better and step up everything to protect everyone. But how?