Chapter 8
8
Spencer
The door to our room crashes open with the swipe of my wristband. With my fingertips on her belly, I push her inside.
“Spencer,” she whines, craning her neck to reach my mouth.
Her jaw fits nicely in the curve of my thumb, gripping her as I pin her to the wall. I ignore the way the mottled skin across my hand contrasts with her unblemished face. My mouth finds her neck, and I take my time worshipping the sweet skin there.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
Fuck.
I briefly squeeze my eyes shut.
“You’ll take what I’m giving you, Cortney,” I murmur against her, kicking the door shut with my heel.
Moving beneath her jaw, I force her head flush against the wall. After locating the gauzy fabric of her dress down by her hips, I collect it into my fist and tug.
“You should wear dresses every day.”
“I packed several.”
“They look amazing on you, Kitten, but they’ll look even better on this floor.”
The material drags torturously slow up her gorgeous body. Inch by inch, I reveal her. Saliva fills my mouth at the tempting package.
“Lift your arms.”
The fabric moves up and over, fluttering to the ground at our feet. I step back and soak her in for the first time in over twenty years.
I’ve never seen someone more perfect. Whatever flaws she might have only make her more beautiful. Her tits are round and full, encased in a yellow bikini. Stringy bows secure the bottoms on her hips. She’s soft, yet strong, at the same time, her legs long and toned.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Kitten. Don’t know if your ex ever got around to telling you that, but if it were me, I’d let you know every single day.”
“It’s been a long time,” she says breathily, looking up at me with trusting dark eyes. The desire swirling there goes straight to my cock.
“Yet you’re just as beautiful as the last time.”
“The only time,” she corrects.
I rub my thumb over her plump bottom lip. “The first time.”
The promise has the desired effect. Her tongue sneaks out, tasting my digit, and she steps into my chest. Her dexterous fingertips drill against my pecs, a little dance of anticipation.
“You can have this week.” She rises on her tiptoes for another kiss. I tilt my jaw, and her lips land against the scruff beneath my chin.
“The whole week?” The words grind against my vocal cords as her attention to my neck steals my control.
“As long as you’re a good boy.” Her eyes sweep the length of me, and she licks her lips. Spinning on her heel, she begins a sultry walk to the bedroom.
I reach out and grip the back of her neck, dragging her back around and pinning her body beneath mine against the wall.
Molten desire pools as her heated gaze locks onto mine.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t play that way, so if you need a good boy, you might as well walk down to the club and see if that guy from last night is waiting around for you to boss him around.”
The puff of her exhale blows across my lips, and I have to fight against every instinct screaming at me to kiss her mercilessly right now.
“But if you’re looking for a man who knows how to wring every single ounce of pleasure from your body, then I’m that man.”
My thumbs stroke across her sharp cheekbones.
“Goes without saying, Kitten, that I hope like fuck you pick option two.”
“Are you going to stop talking and kiss me or something?”
I shake my head, running my tongue across my upper teeth. “I don’t kiss.”
Her lips curve as if she’s waiting for the punchline but already finds me funny. “You don’t kiss?”
I give another curt shake.
My fingers curl around her wrist. Walking backward, I tow her with me to the bed.
“I can do plenty of other things with my mouth.”
I step out of my shoes.
“And tongue.”
With the collapsible wall left open from earlier, we continue until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I move my hand from her wrist to grip her waist with both.
“I’ll kiss every inch of your delectable body except your mouth.”
She cocks a hip, and the cuteness of it nearly has me giving in. But kissing Cortney Powell would destroy the walls that took decades to build.
“Is this problem unique to me?”
Now how the fuck do I answer that?
This problem is uniquely hers because Cortney Powell is the only woman I’ve ever kissed.
But I sure as fuck won’t be telling her that.
My resistance slips, and I lean in. She tenses in my arms, her spine pulling taut at my nearness to her mouth.
I press carefully into the skin beside her pout.
“It’s just a rule of mine.” I nuzzle her with my nose. God, she smells good, like coconut and the salty beach. “Dealbreaker?”
“Hell no. I’m waiting for you to make good on your promises, and I don’t want to leave this bed until you do.”
In that case…
With a pull, the bikini strings at her side untie, and the sunny-yellow bottoms fall to the floor.
My calloused palms glide up her enticing curves, pausing over her ribs to toss her onto the bed.
Her shriek turns into laughter but quickly becomes a moan as I follow her down. I wedge my shoulders between her spread thighs, carelessly tossing her calves onto my shoulders.
“What a pretty pussy,” I croon.
I snag the center of her bikini top as I pin her with my heady stare.
She hastily reaches behind her back. The second the ties loosen, the material slackens in my hand. Pulling the yellow material away fills me with anticipation.
Her nipples are taut, pointing high in the cooled room. Her breasts roll steadily with expecting breaths. The sight floods my mouth. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around her tits and lap at those tightened peaks while she writhes on my hand.
But first, I have other areas to attend to.
I’m a patient man.
And she did give me all week, which I intend to fully use.
I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, filling my lungs with her heady scent. She’s already wet, glistening actually, and I’m eager to taste her.
“Feel free to make as much noise as you want. I want the people on the beach to hear you.”
Starting near her entrance, I flatten my tongue and drag it languidly up and over her clit. “I want the men to be jealous of the guy making you scream.” I groan against her as I do it again. “I want the women to wish they were you.”
A tiny squeak falls from her mouth, and she grabs her breast.
“You can be louder than that, Kitten.”
I snag her clit between my lips and gently caress it with my tongue. Teasing her pleasure. Testing her sensitivity.
No longer a fumbling teenager, I’m determined to make good on my promises. And step one is not going all in on her clit until I can establish what feels good to her.
Steadily increasing my pressure gives me my answer. A firm flick with my tongue has her hips bucking against my mouth. I repeat the motion, groaning against her as she loudly cries out.
She’s soaking, and her tight channel grips my finger as I plunge my middle digit into her. Her silky heat is going to feel fantastic wrapped around my cock.
Redoubling my focus, I lash at her clit and fuck her with my finger. I want to bring her off at least once before I fuck her.
“Oh god,” she cries, tipping her head back on the pillows.
I nip at her thigh. “He’s not listening, sweetheart. Feel free to scream my name instead.”
I lap at her like a man possessed. That sweet, salty nectar drenches her from the crack of her ass and smears across her inner thighs. Her smell is so heavenly I could spend hours feasting.
One finger becomes two. My wrist twists, fingers curling in a beckoning motion. Her cries increase, music to my ears in my own personal symphony of pleasure. My cock is hard in my shorts, and I fight against rutting against the mattress like an uncontrolled teenager.
The taste of her alone could nearly bring me off. Throw in her breathless, needy cries and the intoxicating scent, and I don’t know if I can hang on much longer.
“Spencer,” she gasps my name.
I look up at her over the dips and hills of her torso. The beautiful curves of her pubic bone just before what I assume to be a faded C-section scar, the valley of her belly button, and between the mounds of tits sitting high on her chest. I meet her gaze as I languidly drag my tongue up and around her swollen clit.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Make me come.”
I lash my tongue against her. “You’re ready to come?”
“Please.” She’s desperate now. Reaching down, she grips my hair and pulls me closer to her cunt. My dick pulses against the mattress as she grinds against my face. “Don’t stop.”
Feeling her hand direct my head has another warning pulse twitching my cock.
“Does it feel good?” I ask between licking.
“It’s so good.”
“You like the way I’m eating you?”
Her thighs tighten and shake around my ears. “Yes!”
“Is this gorgeous pussy ready for my cock?” I pump and curl my fingers, slowly picking up speed. “I’m going to fill you so good. You’re going to be so tight around me. So full.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You have to come for me first though. Come on my face, pretty girl. Show me how much you need me inside you.”
Her hand tightens in my hair, holding me in place as her thighs clamp around the sides of my head. Heels shoved in my back draw her hips from the bed. She pumps against my fingers and tongue, essentially fucking herself.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I’ve never seen something more beautiful.
She throbs around me, and I know she’s seconds away from splintering apart. I don’t know where to look. I want to watch her pussy, swollen and red, pulse around my fingers, but I also want to watch her face as she breaks beneath my touch.
“Spencer!” she cries out, and dammit , hearing my name on her lips as she comes, I lose control, shoving myself against the mattress as a groan rumbles from my throat.
I drink from her. Lapping up the flood of her arousal as her muscles string tight. My eyes flash to her face just in time to watch my name fall from her self-inflicted swollen lips once more.
After giving her one last lick, I start to slow my pumping fingers.
“That’s it, Cortney. Come on my hand. I want all your pleasure, sweetheart. You did so well for me.”
The hand gripping my hair slackens, and her body goes limp.
I reach down and push the silver button of my shorts through the hole. Ignoring the stickiness inside, I slip out of them and crawl up the bed. My dick hangs heavy between my legs, bobbing as I rearrange myself beside her despite having just come.
Her flushed cheeks and glittering satisfaction are just visible in the moonlight as she turns to face me.
“I so wish I could kiss you right now,” she says breathlessly. “I’ve never come that hard.”
“’Bout damn near snapped my fingers in two.” I grin, nuzzling into the side of her neck. “Want you to ride me, Kitten.”
She leans up on an elbow. I feel her attention trace down my covered torso until she reaches my hand gripping the base of my cock.
“I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it.” She looks away.
I wrap my fingers around her elbow, bringing her back to my face. “Your fuckface ex tell you that?”
Her slim shoulder rises in a shrug. “Not exactly. But getting cheated on sure takes a chunk out of your ego. Seeing it on video nearly obliterates it.”
Leaning back against the pillows, I drag her over me until her chest is pressed to my shirt. I wish I could bottle up the weight of her lying on me for those cold, lonely nights back home when this is over.
“I saw the video. And I’m not just saying this because I’m about three minutes from getting to slide my dick inside you for the first time in two decades. I’m saying this because it’s the truth. Listen closely, because after this, I want you to feel safe enough with me to take what you need.”
I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. I trace it down the side of her face, rubbing the soft, dark pieces between my thumb and index finger as I look her in the eyes.
“Are you listening, Cortney?”
She nods.
I lean my forehead against hers. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“Spence—”
I silence her with the pad of my thumb against her pouty lips.
“Not done yet, gorgeous. I’m not saying this to be a dick to her. She might be cute and be lucky enough to have what society says is the ideal body. Just to say, so do you, but even if you didn’t, even if you had fifty pounds on her, it wouldn’t matter. You know why?”
She shakes her head.
“You will never be less attractive than somebody who’s willingly fucking someone else’s partner. That shit is ugly. And it says nothing about you that those two people, one of whom should have protected your heart with his goddamned life, chose to betray you like that. It’s all on them, pretty girl.”
“Maybe he went looking because I wasn’t good enough.”
Her self-consciousness kills me. Out of this bed, she’s a lioness. Sassy and fierce and self-assured. Now that her walls are dropping, she’s scared, and it breaks my fucking heart.
“You ever had a man tell you that? You ever had a man leave you after spending the night together and say you weren’t good enough? Because I can tell you right now, after the way you just came for me, I don’t have a single doubt that you are going to be fucking fantastic in bed.”
A small smile tilts the corner of her mouth. “That was really incredible.”
“ You are incredible. Right now, I want you to put that sexy leg over my waist, sit on my cock, and let me play with your tits while you ride me until you come. I don’t want you to worry about me or if I’m getting off.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course I’m going to worry if you’re enjoying it.”
“I came in my pants licking your pussy, Cortney. I’m going to enjoy it no matter what you do.”
“You did not.”
I smirk. “Sure as fuck did, gorgeous. The evidence is still there if you don’t believe me.”
She gropes blindly behind her, searching for my shorts. A quick peek confirms my confession. She gathers some of the mess on her fingers and rubs them together.
“That’s so hot.” Her gaze moves between her fingers to my face. “How? You weren’t even touching yourself.”
“I didn’t have to.” I run my palm over her smooth thigh. “After you grabbed my hair and used my tongue, I couldn’t hold back. That’s all you.”
“I want you. Now.”
She throws my shorts to the floor and climbs on top. Before my next breath, she has my dick in her palm, and she’s hovering over the tip.
“Wait.” I stall her with a squeeze, loving the feel of her naked flesh in my hands. “We need a condom.”
“I had my tubes tied years ago, and I got tested after Sebastian cheated on me. You?”
My fingers convulse on her hips, and I nearly choke on my tongue. “I got all my workups done after the accident. There wasn’t much else to do while I was healing. Everything came back normal.”
She brushes the head of my cock against her opening.
“Cortney…” I warn.
“Yes?”
“Don’t tease me. I need to be inside you.”
Keeping our gazes locked, she sinks down, inch by inch. The first time I get to feel her in twenty years, and there’s nothing between us. No barrier.
Hot. Tight. Wet. Adequate words don’t exist in my vocabulary to describe just how incredible she feels. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
“That’s it, gorgeous. You take me so well.”
I throw my head back into the pillows as she impales herself. We gasp together. She tips her face to the ceiling as she comes to a rest with her ass touching my thighs.
“Oh my god.” Her lashes flutter against her cheeks. She clenches around me. “You feel even bigger than you look. I swear you weren’t this big back then.”
My laugh transforms into a grunt as she starts to rock her hips. “Pretty sure I’m the same size.”
She shudders as she slowly adjusts. “Then eighteen-year-old me took you like a champ. I think I need a minute.”
My fingers convulse against her hips. She starts to pick up speed, her rhythm becoming more sure as her pleasure increases. She plants one hand flat on my chest, fingers twisting in my shirt as she shoves the other between us to touch her clit.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Take what you need from me.”
I palm one of her tits, the weight simultaneously heavy and soft. I capture the nipple in an antagonizing pinch.
“I want to taste these.”
Cortney takes the headboard in her hands and leans close enough for her nipples to graze my lips.
The flat of my tongue circles the pebbled tip before I suck and capture the sensitive point in my teeth. Her whimpers grow to breathy cries, and her bucking hips pick up speed.
“Need you…” she pants. Those words find their way beneath the slots in my ribs to prick at my heart.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Get there with me. I want to feel you come when I do.”
The words spur me on. Her insistence is all I need to power my hips up into her. Despite being on bottom, I lift her easily. We rise and fall together like the waves washing on the shore.
“Gonna come,” she whimpers. She lets go of the headboard to curl over me. Her nipples drag over my chest, and I wish I could feel her on my bare skin. But I’m not ready to reveal the entire patchwork picture beneath my clothes.
“Nearly there,” I grunt.
She drops her face into my neck, muffling her scream in the pillow behind my head.
“Fuck.” The rumbled cry of my pleasure is loud in our room. I shove deep inside and still, banding my arms around her torso. Her pussy clenches rhythmically, sucking me dry as her twitching hips slow.
We lie silently, entangled in this honeymoon bed. I trail my fingers along the bumps of her spine. Gradually, her breathing slows.
She lifts her head, hair spilling around her flushed face and ruby lips.
“Okay, gorgeous?”
With her hand flat on my chest, she rests her chin on the back. “How long until we go again?”