Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
Pratt came out of the private bathroom that they had in their room with a towel wrapped around her sore and abused body, towel drying her hair. When she walked into the room, she stopped and watched her husband standing there looking at her clothes on the bed that were dirty from the afternoon’s skirmish.
She knew he was focused on the dried blood that was on the pants and shirt from where she’d skidded on the ground when the dipshit shot out her tires. He always got like this when he was there to witness the hell her team fought through.
“Hey! Come here.” Pratt softly suggested, throwing the towel she used for her hair over the clothing he was staring at.
She gasped when she saw the heat in his eyes. He was on the edge, and it was because of this afternoon.
The ordeal that nearly cost her everything was still fresh on his mind, so that meant this afternoon pushed him close to that edge of losing control. She knew it wouldn’t take much right now to send him over that edge.
She walked closer to him, turning him towards her as she sat him on the bed. She was in the process of straddling his leg when he growled deep in his throat.
“Laura,” Highlander growled, more proof he was on that edge.
She knew he needed the dominance. The power. And she wanted to give it to him.
She bowed her head, leaning closer to him. “Do I look like a woman who wants to be in control right now?”
Highlander crushed his lips to hers in answer. His hands immediately went to the back of her neck and pulled her down onto the bed with him.
Pratt could have kissed him forever, but she knew Highlander had other plans as his lips trailed from her mouth and down her neck then finally pushed her on to her back, maneuvering himself between her legs.
“Spread them for me, lass,” he commanded, tugging her towel off of her heated body so she was bare to him, submitting to his touch.
“Yes, Sir.” Pratt panted, her legs falling to the side before Highlander leaned in, inhaling all over.
She thought he would go wild, diving into her, but he took it slow, teasing as he kissed just around her bare pussy before slowly licking her slit just once. Pratt whimpered and Highlander looked up, meeting her gaze with his darkened one.
“See what it’s like to wait? The torment when you want something, and they don’t answer?”
Pratt pouted. “That’s not the same.”
“So, ye think I should just give into what ye want?” he asked, a smirk crossing his face before his hand came down in a hard smack right on her ass cheek.
She moaned, squirming at his touch. The pressure was already building between her legs.
He knew she couldn’t resist a good spanking, and combined with his tongue it would be an explosion of her senses. One she was breathing hard, waiting for.
He grinned, leaning just above her pussy to blow his hot breath on it as he rubbed the spot on her ass he just smacked. He knew she was fighting the urge to take control.
“Joe, please,” Pratt begged, scooting closer as if she could will him to her center.
“So needy,” he murmured, sliding his tongue just along her slit before giving her another good smack on the ass.
She gasped, her whole body shivering under his touch. Her arousal pooling between her thighs.
Highlander laughed, running his finger along her slit then slowly hooking it inside of her. “Already wet for me.”
He added his tongue, moving along with his hooked finger. The sensation filling Pratt and bringing her body to the brink.
She moaned, pushing her hips closer, wanting the high of the orgasm she knew he was about to bring her. The orgasm she craved from him.
“That’s it, lass., come hard on my fingers so you’re ready for my cock,” he commanded, only moving his lips for a moment before sucking on her clit.
At his words, Pratt’s whole body was on fire. Her orgasm coming down hard as she bucked forward, meeting his finger over and over as she rode out the climax.
“Such a good girl,” he moaned, licking up her arousal.
Pratt leaned forward, needing to taste herself on his lips. She kissed him with everything she had, trying to say what words couldn’t be said as she swirled her tongue with his, devouring her own salty sweetness still on his tongue.
He moved further onto the bed, his still clothed body pressed to hers. She wanted, needed, more of him.
Between them, she undid his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down until she could free his cock, already hard and leaking at the tip. She thumbed over the wet head, using his pre- cum to lubricate him as she slid her hands up and down his shaft.
He groaned, sliding his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, along with his shirt, so they could be pressed together. Both their bodies were slick with sweat as they held each other, their lips saying everything words couldn’t.
Pratt could have kissed him all day, but she was a greedy girl after all and wanted more. With her hand still on his cock, she used a free palm, pushing at his chest until Highlander got the hint and kneeled on the bed in front of her.
Pratt didn’t have to say anything as her mouth found his cock, waiting for her as she took as much as she could of his hard length in her mouth. Highlander groaned, his fingers going to her hair and holding it back as she licked his cock up and down just like he liked it.
“That’s it, lass. Get my cock nice and wet so I can take that pussy.”
She moaned, spittle dripped down her chin and his shaft as she bobbed her head, taking in every inch of his hard cock that she could. Teasing. Licking. Sucking.