Chapter 12
twelve
Ace
Penny wants me. She wants me.
I can hardly wrap my mind around it, but she makes it easier by swooping down to kiss me. Beckoning me closer by leaning back, she gives me plenty of space to crawl up her body.
After everything that's gone down today, a moment like this feels like a reward. One I want to drown myself in.
But I need her to know. I need her to understand what she's getting into.
"Listen, now is not the best time to tell you this, but I'm not a good man, Pen.
" The words come out rougher than I intend.
"After everything I've done, I still can't get the thought of you out of my head.
And these thoughts?" I squeeze her thighs, my thumbs digging into where they meet.
"They're not just lighthearted, pleasant ones.
Even now, all I can think about is getting my mouth on you. "
"Leliah's sleeping," she murmurs, and I can't tell if it's to stop me or push me to continue. But then she's burying her fingers through my hair and kissing me again. "I should at least shower or something. We walked earlier and—"
I groan deep and pull back. "Fuck that. I want you as you come, no matter the time or day." My smile is back full force as I lean in to breathe her in. "You smell sweet as sugar, you know that?"
She scoffs and tries to swat me away, but I feel a laugh roll through her as I press my face into the curve of her stomach. Breathing in, my cock twitches beneath my jeans.
Despite how much I'd done today, I'd still been hard the moment I saw her in the kitchen. Because of her, I can't even control my own body. To have her right here, like this? That's something I'm happily willing to give up control for.
Tilting my head up to meet her gaze, my hands move up to cradle her thighs.
"I've been wondering for days now if you taste just as sweet.
Penny..." I tug her quickly enough to make her gasp.
Right to the edge of the seat. I press my mouth to her stomach once more.
Kissing my way down to her shorts, another groan escapes me.
"Let me take care of you. I won't stop until you're satisfied. I promise."
She slides her fingers through my hair, running her nails against my scalp, and lets out the softest of sighs. "We have to be quiet."
I can do quiet, I think. If anything, I may get a little too caught up in how good she is. But there's only one way to find out if I still have any control over myself at all at this point.
With her permission and her dazed, watchful eyes, I drag my fingers over to the button on her shorts.
Feeling oddly nervous, my eyes bounce between watching her expression and seeing the light blue of her underwear hiding beneath her denim.
Once I'm dragging her zipper all the way down, my concentration sets on below as she lifts her hips to help me get them off.
Those creamy thighs of hers get exposed, and I can't tell if I want to leave her underwear on or not. They're nice underwear, and they're already a little damp, clinging to her slit. Fuck, all I want to do is stare and drink her in.
She makes it easier for me to decide by already pushing them off, too.
Maybe she can see the struggle to make up my mind. Or maybe she wants this just as much as I do.
She scoots to the edge of the couch, spreading out like an offering as she barely hangs on. It’s as if she knows exactly what she's doing to me, her toes curling from where they rest. We're both making ourselves struggle, aren't we?
Her pussy is pink. Flushed, just like the rest of her. Glossy with a thin layer of arousal that makes my mouth water before I've even tasted her.
I grin wolfishly as it finally hits me. This woman is mine. She’s not just offering up a meal for a king here, but she’s opened up her heart to me.
"Jesus, Pen." Shaking my head in disbelief, I lower my head and find out just how delicious she is.
She tastes like sin and sugar and everything I've been dreaming about for days. Her hips jerk the second my tongue makes contact, and I have to pin her down with my forearms to keep her from bucking right off the couch.
She clamps a hand over her own mouth when I find her clit. The sound she makes is a muffled whimper, and it only makes me hungrier. I lap at her like she's the only thing keeping me breathing, because right now? She is.
I'm getting warm. The leather of my cut is suddenly too heavy, too hot. I shrug it off without lifting my head, letting it fall somewhere behind me. My shirt follows a second later, dragged over my head and tossed away, long forgotten.
My jeans are getting tighter by the second. I shift, grinding against the cushion just to feel something, and my hand moves on its own—palm pressing against the bulge straining beneath the denim.
Fuck. What I’d do to thrust into my fist to feel the same pleasure she is. Can’t risk staining anything. The longer I suffer, the more tempting it becomes to buy a new couch.
I work a finger inside her. Slow and careful. She's dripping wet, and when I curl it just right, her whole body arches off the couch.
"Take off your shirt," I murmur against her thigh. "I want to see you."
She doesn't hesitate. Her shirt is gone before I finish the sentence, pooled somewhere on the floor. The bra she’s got on is as basic as basic gets, but fuck, I’m sad to see it go before I can enjoy the way it offers support.
Thankfully, my sadness doesn’t last long.
Her breasts spill free, nipples peaked, and I have to physically stop myself from crawling up her body to taste them too.
A second finger joins the first. I curl them both, stroking that spot that makes her see stars, and watch as her hands find her own breasts. She squeezes them, fingers kneading soft flesh, and I think I might die right here.
Didn’t even have to beg her to do it, yet, here she is, making everything harder and better at the same time.
"You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
She bites her lip, trying to contain her smile. "Am I really doing that much?"
Yes. God, yes. Especially when all I want to do is suffocate myself between her thighs and never come up for air.
I don't answer. Instead, I lower my head again and show her.
Her clit is swollen now, sensitive, and every lick makes her tremble. I wrap my lips around her and suck gently, and she's gone. Her eyes screw shut, and her thighs start shaking around my ears before she’s bowing off the couch with her jaw shut tight.
She comes silently. Traps the whole thing behind her teeth while I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.
When I finally pull back, my chin is glistening. I don't bother wiping it off.
I get to my feet, unsteady. My knees feel like jelly. My heart is pounding somewhere in my throat, and I’m the most lightheaded I’ve ever been.
She notices the bulge in my jeans. Of course she does. Her eyes drop, linger, and then her hand is reaching out before I can tell her she doesn't have to do anything. That this was more than enough to satisfy me.
"You don't—"
But the thought's already gone because she's already unbuttoning my jeans.
Her fingers are clumsy, shy, but she gets the zipper down and slips her hand inside. When her fingers wrap around me, I hiss through my teeth like I've been burned as she draws my cock out with ease.
Holy shit.
She licks her lips, staring down at what she's holding. "I've wondered what you look like," she admits quietly. Unable to tell if her flush is from embarrassment or her orgasm, she strokes me once like she’s trying to test the weight of me against her palm.
Or, maybe she’s trying to see how long I can last while looking at me in the way she is. Only a couple of pumps if I'm lucky.
I groan deep in the back of my throat. "That's all you've wondered?"
She shakes her head. Her chest heaves, and I don’t miss how quick her breathing is. Almost as quickly as when she was coming against my tongue.
"I've thought about you inside of me." She bites her lip and squirms like the thought alone is turning her on again.
Fuck me. I'm not going to last. Not with her talking like that. Not with her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly and curiously.
"Penny." I can barely trust my voice at this point. "If you want that, you've got to let me go. I'm not going to survive—" I swallow hard. "Not with this view. Not with your mouth. Not with your pussy right there tempting me."
She pauses, considering her different options before releasing me from her grip.
I crash down on the couch and haul her onto my lap before she can change her mind. She straddles me, thighs bracketing my hips, and suddenly she's right there—bare, beautiful, blushing because of how much I can see of her.
She's perfect.
"No matter how much time passes," I murmur, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, "I'll never get tired of a view like this."
Her chest heaves. “Never?”
I shake my head and smile softly. Leaning forward, I capture her chin. “Never.”
Murmuring the reassurance, I kiss her again, ready to prove it to her just how bad I’ve got it.