Chapter 3
chapter
three
Clover
I wake in a warm cocoon. The wall of hot, hairy man muscle pressed against my back reminds me where I am.
Heath.
The crying. Then the kissing. The grinding. Then the mind-blowing orgasm.
And then I fell asleep.
Who does that?
Evidently, I do that.
But I want more of him. More of his hot kisses and big hands feeling me up. More of that monster-sized dick I rubbed myself against.
I shift in his arms until I’m facing him. His thick chest, lightly furred, is warm beneath my palm. I move the sheets, finding that his shorts are gone, and instead he’s wearing a grey pair of boxer briefs.
I glance down at my own body and see that I’m still wearing my bra, panties and tank, but my skirt is gone. Thoughtful of him because sleeping in a broomstick skirt is like trying to wrap up in a tent for a blanket.
Quietly, I work my way down the bed so that my face is close to those boxers. Forget grey sweatpants, the way this fabric molds to his package is downright indecent. And delicious.
I reach out to press my hand to him and find he’s already partially hard. No thanks to me falling asleep and leaving him wanting.
I pull down the front of those boxers enough to expose his dick. My pussy clenches at the sight of his thickness. Leaning forward, I lick him from base to tip.
He moans, his body shifting so he’s laying more on his back.
I love the smell of him here. The earthy richness is perfectly masculine. I breathe him in, then grip his shaft and swirl my tongue over the fat tip of his cock.
“Fuck, baby girl, what are you doing to me?”
Instead of answering I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can, hollowing my cheeks.
“Clover,” he grunts. His hips buck upwards slightly. Those thick fingers of his thread into the tangles of my curls. “You woke up and needed me?” he asks.
I hum against his turgid flesh.
My thought registers and I release him with a pop. “Turgid flesh. Maybe I should write steamy romance novels!”
“Right now?” he asks, his voice sounding strained.
I giggle. “No, not right now. Right now I am blowing your mind.”
“You are, but I’m going to make you stop.”
I sit back on my heels. “Am I not doing it right?”
“Baby girl, I’ve never felt anything better than your mouth on me. But if you keep licking and sucking me like that, I’m going to come too fast, and I’m not done with you yet.”
Wow, that’s hot.
He grins.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“You did.” He stands from the bed and kicks off his boxers.
I’m staring right at his meaty ass when he turns back towards the bed.
“You checking me out?” he asks.
“I’ve been checking you out since I first saw you at the airport. You’re ridiculously sexy.” I glance up at his ruggedly handsome face. “You do know that, don’t you?”
He stares at my face. “Are you always into older men?”
“Uh, no. At least not that I recall.”
His brows raise. “That many notches on your belt?”
I roll my eyes. “Hardly. I just meant that I find you very attractive, and it’s not a type thing; it’s a you thing. A Heath thing.”
“Matches my Clover thing,” he says. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes, then lay back. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I whip off my tank, followed by my bra, and fling them somewhere in the room. Then I lay back and bridge my hips to pull down my panties.
Heath stands there, naked and gorgeous, his big hand palming his dick while he watches my every move.
“So fucking sexy,” he says.
I wanna ask him to tell me more because I don’t know that I’ve ever truly felt sexy.
But then I realize that I do, in this moment, feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
Because this man’s eyes are on me, and I made his dick hard.
And how he’s going to do wicked things to my body.
I’m pretty sure my lady parts are leaking on the bed.
Self-consciously, I close my thighs.
“Nope,” he barks. He grabs my knees and spreads me back open. “Why are you hiding?”
“I think I’m making a mess on the bed.”
His eyes darken and then drop to my core. “Goddamn, baby girl, you are.” He wedges his shoulders between my legs and runs his nose up the crease between my leg and groin.
I whimper.
“You smell delicious,” he murmurs. Then his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and tasting.
Sensations scatter through my body. No one has ever done this to me, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this insane pleasure with every swipe of his skillful tongue.
“Heath. Wow, that feels, uh… amazing.”
His tongue circles my clit and then he’s pushing thick fingers inside me.
“Christ on a cracker! Please don’t ever stop doing that,” I say.
He moans into my tender flesh, then that finger—fingers?—inside me curve towards my belly. He rubs across some magic place inside me, and I go off like a damn rocket.
I shriek his name as pleasure thunders through my body. He continues licking me lightly until the waves subside. Then he’s looking up at me from between my thighs. His beard is shiny with my arousal.
Then he kisses each thigh, the spot right above my mound and the soft roll of my belly. He works his way up my body, belly button, nips at my waist, each nipple, then sucks on my collarbone.
I arch my neck into his touch.
“That was amazing,” I say.
He meets my gaze. “Want me to do it again? Because your pretty pussy is delicious.”
“No, I don’t think I could handle it again so soon.” I spread my thighs wider to accommodate his thick frame. Then I wrap my arms around him. “Besides, I think we have another thing we could do instead.”
One of his brows raises. “You want more of me?”
“I want all of you.” I loop my legs around his hips. The heavy ridge of his erection presses against my soaked pussy. I moan at the contact.
He rocks his hips once, twice.
Then his head falls to my chest. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Condom. I don’t have any. I wasn’t exactly planning for this to happen.”
“Me neither. But I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. I’ve only ever done this twice before. Same guy and it was a few years ago. I mean, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, though.”
“Baby girl, there is nothing about you that makes me uncomfortable. Are you sure though? I’m clean too. My brother is a doctor.” He tilts his head. “Well, technically, he’s a pediatrician, but he still does all my testing.” His eyes squeeze shut. “That was like the least sexy thing I’ve ever said.”
“Everything you say is sexy. It’s your voice.”
“What are you saying, Clover? I need you to use your words.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Bareback? You want me to fuck you raw?”
I gasp. “Why is that so hot? Yes, please, do that.”
He rocks his hips again.
“Maybe go a little slow since you’re enormous.”
He chuckles. “I’m proportionate.”
“Sure. We’ll go with that.”
“So damn cheeky.” He looks down at my face. “I’m not going to hurt you, beautiful. I promise.”
“I trust you.”
He rolls off of me, then reaches for me. “Straddle me, baby girl. You set the pace, and then I’ll take over.”
I bite down on my lip and crawl over his lap. His big dick is just jutting upwards begging to be ridden. Yes, please.
I notch him at my entrance, then slowly lower myself. He’s big. Really big. I’ve barely got that mushroomed tip inside me, and there’s a whole lot more.
“Goddamn, Clover, you feel incredible. So hot and wet.” He squeezes one of my hips. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
But I don’t want to take my time. I want him all the way inside me. I want to ride this beast of a man and feel the effects of it tomorrow. So I do just that. I rise up, then force myself to take all of him.
The burning only lasts a moment while I adjust to his girth. Then he’s got his thumb between our bodies, strumming at my clit and ramping me up again.
I ride him. And it is glorious.
My hands rest on his pecs, his chest hairs tickling my palms with my every movement.
Our bodies make sloppy noises as we move. Pleasure mounts, ping-ponging through me so quickly that I lose my rhythm. He’s hitting every erogenous zone with every slide home he makes.
“That feel good, baby girl?” he asks in that rumbly voice.
“So good.”
“Like this fucking pussy was custom made for my dick. Look at you riding me so well.”
“Heath, I think I might…” I lose track of my thoughts as my climax spirals tighter in my core. I’m not just going to come; I’m going to explode. “Shit, it’s too much.” I shake my head.
“It’s not too much. You’re going to come on this cock and let me show you what we’ve been missing.”
His words unlock something inside me. My head falls back, and I scream as the orgasm pounds through my body. Every part of me is quivering with ecstasy.
Heath grips my hips tightly and pumps upwards, emptying himself inside me with a low, guttural moan.