Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CIDNEY
The room is a little spinny. I’ve had a bit too much to drink, but not enough that I won’t remember this tomorrow… at least I don’t think. The front door opens and closes, and my breath hitches.
He’s home.
Scrambling out of my pajama top and sleep shorts, I throw them to the side of the bed on the floor and prop one knee while the other leg is straight. Placing my hands just behind me, I arch my back in an attempt to appear sexy.
My body sways slightly as I try to hold the pose. I hope he hurries and comes in here, because I’m about to fall over, and if I do that, I’m going to laugh. A lot. And once I get started with giggles, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop, which won’t be very sexy at all.
Since this is probably our last night together, I really want to be sexy.
Thankfully, I hear the front door lock click into place and then footsteps until he is there. Standing in the doorway, his eyes on me. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch him in silence. His lips twitch into that sexy smirk, the one I love so much.
“What’re you doin’, babe?” he asks.
“Waiting for you.”
My words come out all breathy, and I hope they are a little sexy, too. He shakes his head once, and I wonder if he can tell just how nervous I am about this. I feel very out of my element right now.
I watch as he takes his cut off, folding it and placing it on the dresser.
He reaches behind him to tug off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.
I don’t check where it lands, because I don’t care.
He’s shirtless, and that is the only thing I can somewhat focus on.
His abs, his chest… his arms… all of it.
Yum.
Shifting my body around, I rise to my knees, giving up on the attempt to be sexy. I don’t give a shit about that, not when he’s this close. Once I’m on my knees, I start to reach out for him, but he holds up his hand, stopping me.
My heart also stops for a moment, squeezing inside my chest, my breathing coming out in short pants as I attempt to keep from panicking. I’m on the verge and feeling like a whole idiot when that secret smile, his smirk, appears.
It’s then that I realize he wants to play a game.
“Hands and knees. Crawl to me,” Goose rasps.
A shiver of desire slides up my spine.
Yes. Please.
Since I’m already on my knees, I bend at the waist and place my hands on the mattress.
Tilting my head back slightly, I look up into his eyes as I slowly crawl toward him.
My breasts sway as I do. I’m not sure if it’s sexy, but I think I’m a little too drunk to care at this point, and way too horny.
When I’m at the edge of the bed, Goose has unbuttoned and pulled down his pants just far enough for his cock to jut out. He cups my cheek. I feel his thumb slide across the apple of my cheek, and then he leans forward, dipping slightly before his mouth touches mine.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks, his lips moving against mine when he does. “Be my good girl and suck my cock.”
My entire body trembles. I want that. To be his good girl, to suck his cock. I can practically taste him. He slides his hand to the back of my head, his fingers curling and twisting into the strands. His grip is firm, but he doesn’t guide me. He lets me explore.
Flattening my tongue, I glide it along the underside of his length, then swirl the head, tasting him.
Closing my eyes, I open my mouth and take him inside me as deeply as I can.
His fingers flex in my hair. He’s holding on to the control, but he’s close to snapping, and I decide to play my own game.
Saliva drips down my chin as I move my mouth back and forth. I kiss, suck, and lick every inch of his length. Wrapping my hand around the base, my fingers coated in saliva, I move it up and down in tandem with my mouth, and then it happens.
Snap.
The rubber band of control breaks, and he tugs my head forward, moving me along his length the way he wants. Looking up at him through my lashes, I whimper as he watches me. His jaw is clenched, his gaze focused on me and only me, on us.
It’s beautiful.
He flexes his hips, fucking my mouth. “You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” he asks, his voice coming out growly and raspy.
I do want to touch myself. My brows shift together, hopefully conveying the pleading I have going on inside my head at the thought of touching myself right now. I wasn’t thinking about it before he said something. But now it’s the only thing I can think about.
“Yeah, you do. Are you going to make yourself come while you suck my cock?” he asks.
His fingers flex again. He holds my hair tightly, my scalp burning slightly. He doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop fucking my mouth, and I moan around his length, my fingers itching to slip between my thighs.
“Go ahead, babe. I know you want to. Touch yourself for me.”
And I do just that. I slip one of my hands between my legs, and with the other, I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of his thigh. He doesn’t stop his movements, his hips thrusting.
The moment my fingers touch my pussy, I whimper. I’m wet. I didn’t realize that this—him moving in and out of my mouth—was such a turn-on. And maybe it is, but I think what is turning me on the most is knowing that he’s enjoying himself so much. All I want to do is make him happy.
My hips buck beneath my fingertips. I’m only on my third stroke, and I’m about to come. I can’t believe it feels this good. I’ve never been able to get there with just my fingers before, and I’m already so damn close.
“Fuck,” Goose growls.
His fingers tighten in my hair. They grip me as he continues to move, his thrusts no longer even and rhythmic. They’re speeding up, and I love it. It only turns me on more. Groaning, I slide my eyes closed as he continues moving in and out of my mouth, and I continue playing with myself.
“Yes, Cidney. Play with that pretty pussy. Get it nice and wet so I can eat it.”
My.
God.
I come. It slams into me without warning and with little preparation. It’s hard and perfect, delicious like a dense chocolate cake. I moan, but it’s a muffled sound because my man’s cock is in my mouth, something I don’t mind in the slightest.
GOOSE
Flipping her onto her back, I bury my face between her legs. She tastes so fucking good. I don’t know if it’s because she’s just come or because she swallowed my cum, but, fuck me, I’ve fallen even deeper in love with this woman.
Completely and totally goddamn smitten.
My tongue moves against her clit, swirling, before my teeth scrape the soft and sensitive bud. She moans, her hands gripping my hair. She flexes her fingers in the strands, pulling me closer as she lifts her hips, grinding her cunt against my mouth.
I know she’s probably sensitive, maybe too much so to come again, but I want it. In fact, I want three. I want her to come three times tonight, and then we’re going to talk about our future.
Well, I’m going to tell her that she’s mine—forever.
Because that’s what she fucking is.
Mine.
There isn’t much of a conversation that needs to happen past that. This woman was made for me, meant to be mine, and will be until my last dying breath. Cidney Whitaker is and will always be my woman. It’s time I make it public. That the men at the club know she’s my woman, my old lady.
It’s time I allow Ivy to beat the shit out of me.
I can only hope he doesn’t kill me in the process.
He could, and there is nothing that would ever be done about it.
If he truly didn’t want me with Cidney, he could end my life.
If he’s cool with it, I’ll live. He’ll give me a few black eyes, a swollen cheek and jaw, and that will be that.
Only time will tell, but I can’t walk away from this, from her.
With that thought, with her whimper that bounces off the walls around me, she comes. Her taste floods my mouth. Her orgasm. Fucking heaven. I continue to lap at her pussy, taking every single drop of her release and swallowing it.
Cidney’s body is limp, boneless as she moans, her hips lifting out of pure instinct. She’s riding her second orgasm, and soon enough, I’ll be doing the same thing, but instead of gliding my hips along her face, I’ll be doing it inside her body.
My cock is hard and ready for round two. Climbing up her body, I position my cock at her center and, without a second thought, I thrust inside her warm heat. One single thrust of my hips, and I’m nestled deep inside her cunt.
Home.
My fucking home.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh of my back. Hissing, I press my lips to hers as I begin to move inside her.
Cidney’s warm, wet heat envelops me. She whimpers with each thrust, and I know she’s sensitive and likely sore, too, but she feels so damn good, I’m finding it hard to care. I know I should, but I really fucking don’t.
My hips move, thrusting in and out of her body, feeling her warmth clench me. Grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. She lifts her hips, meeting my thrusts, a hitch in her breath with each move. It’s sexy as fuck. My eyes find hers, and I focus on her.
She’s sensitive. And she’s close again. I can feel it. Her pussy flutters around me, threatening to hold my cock hostage inside her body. I’ll take that any fucking time. She can hold me hostage anytime, anywhere.
“Are you going to come again for me, my good girl?”
“Please,” she exhales.
I’m not sure what she’s begging me for, but it doesn’t matter. I am more than willing to give her anything and everything she not only needs but wants. I don’t stop moving inside her, grinding my pelvis against her clit, doing all I can to bring her a third orgasm.
And then it happens. My balls draw up, my lower back tingles, my breathing comes out heavier, and I come. I try to hold it back, but I fail. Thank fuck she follows me along for the ride.
My muscles freeze at the same time her cunt pulses around me. Shifting my head forward, I bury my face against her neck, my hips beginning to lazily move in and out of her body while my tongue is tasting her throat.
Her legs tighten around my hips, her nails digging into my flesh at the back of my shoulders. We’re both breathing heavily, her hips moving still, just like mine. She holds me close. Slowly, I lift my head, and my eyes find hers.
“I like tipsy Cidney.”
“More than sober Cidney?” Her words are slurred just slightly.
She’s drunk, but she’s not trashed. Her body is relaxed and pliable.
Fucking amazing. I could get used to this, to her, to being with her in all her stages—sober, tipsy, and whatever else comes my way.
It’s too good to miss out, and I can’t believe I was considering walking away from her.
I fucking love her.
Every part of her.