133. Complete Sentences, Caveman #2
“Good.” Braxton exhales. “Because Emberleigh has finally decided to make an honest man out of me, and we’d like you all there to witness the event.”
The table erupts with cheers and well-wishes. I take the opportunity to slide my hand onto Livy’s leg and let my pinky explore her bikini line, skirting to her core and retreating.
Under her napkin, she releases her thighs, giving me access.
Taking what I can get, I let my fingers trail her center and fail to suppress an audible groan. She freezes, but I merely look at the table and say, “This brisket is perfect, Brax. Wow.” I stab a piece of the beef and chew. “So moist.”
Livy
Oh my God, I thought we’d never be able to leave.
“That was the longest family dinner in the history of the world,” Layton growls from the passenger seat as we pull toward the ranch gates. “Pull over.” He points to the office. “Mind killing the lights?”
“I need complete sentences, caveman.” But I do as he instructs, finding the switch and turning off the headlights.
The mechanical seat hums as he moves it to the farthest position back. “Come here. Wait. Pants off and then come here.”
I give him the side-eye.
“Please, Olivia, would you take your pants off and come crawl onto my lap?”
I kick off my shoes and slide my pants down, before standing on the seat to climb over the center console.
He grunts as he grabs me and places his mouth below my belly button. “This isn’t ideal, and I won’t make a habit of it, but—” He pushes me until my shoulders are on the dash. He throws my leg over his shoulder and falls on my clit like a starving man at his last meal.
He’s not gentle. It’s raw, carnal, and so darn sexy.
One hand under my back lifts me closer to his mouth, bending me until I’m in a backbend, tits pressed up toward the windshield.
“Oh God. I’m…”
He’s not trying to finesse me, draw out an orgasm, or show me his skill. He’s feasting because he loves it and can’t get enough of it, and I’m the lucky victim of his lust.
He latches on to my clit and sucks like his life depends on it. He doesn’t stop when I come. He doesn’t stop when my arms are shaking. He doesn’t stop when my whole body wants to weep. He eats and sucks and spears me with his tongue. Groaning and moaning like he’ll never get enough.
“Don’t move, Olivia. Do not move.”
I hear rustling and feel his soft lips pressed to my inner thigh as he releases me from his mouth to sit on his hard, full cock. “Slowly, Layton. Please,” I beg while I hold his eyes.
“You’re tight and slick, and I can feel you throbbing. I want more.”
“I’ll take all of you, baby, but it’s been a while, and you’re not an average man.”
His eyes slice to slits as he watches me, but I can’t focus. I’m so full, so sated, so open to him, and he’s pushing so deep into me.
“You okay?” he asks, the muscles in his corded neck contracting from his exertion.
“I’m better than okay. My Layton is back.”
He lifts me and drops me onto his cock just as he rocks up, hitting me so deep the line between pleasure and pain blurs.
“Fuck yeah.”
Slam.
“Oh fuck.”
Slam.
“Swallow my dick, Olivia.”
Slam.
“Take it all.”
Slam.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die. My body will split in two with an orgasm that wrecks me like an earthquake. I’ll die getting railed in a car in rural Texas. And I don’t care.
“Oh, God. Layton?”
“Yes, baby? You want more?” He reaches between me and flicks my clit with his thumb.
The jolt that rocks through is electric. “I… Oh, God. I won’t survive it.” I’m helpless.
He stops the hard thrusts and leans me back again, shoulder blades to the dash, changing the angle. He rubs tight circles on my clit as he drags me off his cock and thrusts deep and sharp.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Are you close? I’m going to—”
I scream, and he screams. I don’t know what because my hearing tunnels, and the world goes dark with fireworks taking over every one of my senses.
When I come back to earth, he’s stroking deep and slow, his gaze bouncing between my face and the V between my legs.
“You are magnificent to watch come, Olivia Morgan. I’ll never get enough of that.
Every day and every night for the rest of my life I could watch your pussy squeeze my cock until I lose my mind.
And my load. But watching your face when I make you come, when bliss rolls over your features and washes you in pleasure. That’s the stuff of legend.”
He folds me up until I’m fully impaled on his still twitching cock and takes my mouth slowly. He’s no longer starving but sipping fine wine and enjoying the experience.
His forehead hits mine and his eyes hold mine. “I missed you. I missed you so fucking much. And, now, I’m home.”
I rub my hands down his clean-shaven face. “I missed you, too, Layton. Welcome home.”
Another kiss later, the rumble in his chest makes me clench around his bouncing cock. “Oh,” I moan. “I think I’m ready for round two.”
“Then let’s get home so I can fuck you properly.” He slides my leg off his shoulder. “Not that I don’t appreciate your, um, flexibility.”
“So long as I’m not doomed to proper all the time,” I say with a flirt in my tone and clench around him as I slide up his cock before dropping back down.
His growl is met with a spank on my butt cheek. “Just for that, I’m not cleaning you up. You can have me ooze out of you for the next thirty minutes.”
I lick my lips. “Am I supposed to be upset about that?”
“Fuck, woman. You’re perfect.”
With another booty tap, I lift off him, moaning a bit as his thick head stretches out of me.
I slide my pants on and from the feel of the seams, I do so inside out.
I find the lights and move to the gate, rolling the windows down, watching Kyle’s big head extend to enjoy the breeze in my mirror.
“What’s that for?”
“Security cameras are already going to pick up that we’re leaving considerably after we left the house. I’m not rolling out of here with fogged windows too.” I turn onto the main street that will take us back to the lake.
“Yet another reason I keep you around. The brains… they do it for me.”
“And my backbends?”
“That too.” He extends his hand and takes mine, playing with our fingers as I drive.
“When’s your birthday?”
I look to him before returning my gaze to the street. “December. Why?”
“What day in December?”
“The thirty-first.”
“And my brother just scheduled his wedding on that day?”
I nod. “It’s a good day. No reason not to.”
“How’d you know about mine?”
“Pop mentioned something, and I didn’t want to look like I didn’t know, so I checked your driver’s license. You’re going to be thirty.”
“And you will be?”
“Thirty-two.”
“Dig it. You scored a younger man with a great cock and the sense to know what to do with it.”
“That sense is being massaged into this very lush leather seat.” I wiggle my butt for effect.
He groans.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Mr. Ranger.”
“Well, that was more that I’m still dripping out of you, and it’s making me hard again.”
“So the oxy was the culprit?” My tone is cautious.
He shrugs and shakes his head. “I don’t know. I don’t know that I care. My dick’s not broken anymore. He spent every morning for the last two weeks trying to find you. And I don’t plan to ever see another oxy tablet, so, as far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t matter.”
“I can’t argue any of that. You’re the best I’ve ever had, so a hard cock that wants to make me happy is good. It being attached to you is even better.”
“I’m glad I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He winks at me before facing out the windshield into the dark. “I’m the last you’ll ever have, so it works for me that you like me and my cock.”
I suck in a breath. He said something like that the day before yesterday.
“You think so?”
“I don’t think so, Pix. I know so.”