Chapter 6 Warren
SIX
WARREN
I’m dizzy. Breaths ragged. Starved of oxygen.
High altitude isn’t the cause. It’s the woman grinding on my lap and tugging at my hair to angle our kiss better.
My hands roam her backside before slipping under the hem of her dress.
Velvet-smooth skin meets my rough palms. I think she’s commando until I find a tiny scrap of lace hidden between the globes of her pert ass.
It’s fucking soaked, and I’m about ready to come in my pants, one hundred feet in the air.
She sucks in a breath when my middle finger strokes over the damp material.
“Oh fuck,” she moans into my mouth.
“Is this okay?” I toy with the hem.
She nods rapidly. “Touch me right now, or I’ll implode.”
“We can’t have that.” I pull her panties to the side and almost bite through my lip when I meet her silken, wet heat. I waste no time dipping a finger into her pussy, teasingly at first, before working it deeper until I’m up to my third knuckle. “Jesus, Harriet. So tight.”
“Feels good. Really good.” She rocks into my touch, brushing against my painfully hard cock with each rotation of her hips. “Keep going.”
I add a second digit and pump in time with her movements.
Our mouths fumble their way together again.
Any trace of the ice cream is gone, but I explore her mouth in search of it anyway.
She soaks my hand, little whimpers purring down my ear.
I’m about to add a third finger when the ride jerks suddenly and lights flicker to life, pulling us apart.
Metal groans as the ride comes to life again. Breathless, eyes wild, I rub my thumb along her swollen bottom lip.
“One truth?”
Her laughter ripples through the air. “Sure.”
“Asking you to come back to my motel with me will be the best decision I’ve made in a long time.”
She searches my face for a deeper meaning. “You haven’t asked me yet.”
I lean in, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. “Will you come back with me, Harriet?”
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation. “Let’s get off this death trap.”
Once we disembark the Ferris wheel, we speed walk through the crowd. We’re both giddy and eager when we climb into my truck, our hands wandering any chance they get. Anticipation for what’s next sends the butterflies in my stomach berserk.
We both text our friends. I give her the address of my motel, though she ignores the request from her friend to send them a picture of my driver’s license. I let my brother know I’ve returned to the motel and to not be disturbed, a text bound to trigger a storm of questions in the morning.
Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck.
When we pull into the parking lot, I cut the engine and admire the blush still painting her chest.
“What now?” The words flutter past her lips.
My pulse quickens. “We go upstairs. You lose the dress. And then, I’m going to bury my face between these pretty thighs.”
We couldn’t move quicker.
The motel is drab and unwelcoming. The C of the red neon VACANCIES sign blinks in and out of life and the white paint covering the exterior bubbles and peels.
She deserves better than a grungy motel room.
It was a place to sleep, cheap, a ten-minute drive from Iris Meadows.
One night wouldn’t kill me. I was rooming alone, the other guys in the bachelor party bunking together.
And thank fuck, because nothing will interrupt me once I peel this pretty little dress off Harriet.
She’s wedged between me and the door to my room, her eager hands working tirelessly to unbuckle my belt, and it’s clear the location does nothing to ruin the mood.
Every bite of my zipper lowering increases the staccato of my breaths.
It’s impossible to control my motor functions when she’s pressed against me, mouth sucking and biting my neck.
I inhale sharply when her fingers slip past the waistband of my briefs.
“Keep this up, and we’ll never make it inside.” My voice is thick and strained, a lot like my cock that jumps at her touch, nails trailing around the base.
“Better get a move on,” she murmurs.
The fiery glint in her eyes gets my ass into gear.
“What I have planned cannot be done with you pushed up against a motel room door.”
She nibbles her plump bottom lip, squeezes my length once, then frees me, only to move on to my shirt.
The sound of the latch clicking barely reaches my ears before she’s twisting the door handle and tugging me over the threshold. I kick it closed, sealing us inside.
Her confidence is a saving grace. My words say one thing, but I’m a nervous wreck internally. I’m not inexperienced. It’s just been a very long time, and my bravado from earlier slipped away like sand on the drive over.
I let her take charge, standing awestruck, not daring to move as the last button pops free.
Desire flashes across her face as my shirt cascades off my shoulders. She runs her hands over my stomach and chest. It feels good—more than good.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
Her compliment carries more weight than she realizes. I keep myself in shape for my job, but it isn’t what it used to be after years of neglect.
Stop, I internally berate. Tonight, you’re not him. She finds you attractive, enjoys your company, and doesn’t need to know your nerves are eating you up inside.
Something in my gaze makes her pause.
“Did I say something wrong?”
Cursing, I close the small distance between us and lace my fingers through her hair. “You’re saying all the right things.”
She peers at me through thick, coal lashes. “Am I doing all the right things?”
I’m about to reply, Yes, keep doing anything and everything, but it’s ripped from my vocal chords when Harriet slowly lowers to her knees, taking my half-undone jeans and briefs with her.
My mouth is so dry, nothing will quench the thirst of witnessing her delicate hand wrapping around my aching cock. She fists it, twisting her wrist, and I channel all my energy to making sure this doesn’t end in two minutes.
“Harriet, you don’t need—Ah, fuck.” My deep groan bounces off the bare walls, stomach muscles flexing.
Pink lips wrap around the tip, tongue flicking the head. I want to clamp my eyes shut from the sensation, but the need to watch as she widens her mouth, sucking me deeper, is so much stronger.
Her golden tresses are silken as I fist the back of her head, similar to the feel of my cock gliding in and out of her hot, wet mouth. Absolute fucking heaven.
I tighten my grip, jaw slack. “This okay?”
She pops off me. “Let’s get it out of the way. I like it a little rough. I’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much.” Her eyes soften. “I trust you. Wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Images of me taking the lead flash in my vision. Her choking on my cock. Her ass high, cheek pressed into the pillows. Thrusting between her legs until she can’t stay upright.
So, I take charge, hungering for those fantasies to come to life, nerves forgotten.
“Then open your pretty mouth and get to work, sweetheart.” The command falls from my lips, rough and needy. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
And fuck, does she listen beautifully.
My hips gently thrust forward, gliding over her tongue. She likes that, me using her for my pleasure. Her thighs spread wide, and she hums around me, eyes sparkling with moisture.
Our gazes remain locked as my movements become harsher. When my spine tingles, I slow. She senses me pulling away and grips my bare ass to take me to the back of her throat, telling me exactly where she intends me to finish.
I almost black out.
The noise, the fucking goddamn noise, of her gagging is the single sexiest sound in existence, an apparition plucked straight from the filthiest corners of my imagination.
She keeps at it, swallowing around me, using my hips to keep herself balanced.
My abs clench when her hand moves to cup my balls.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Shit, I’m going to come.”
Three sharp thrusts are all it takes for me to paint her tongue. White hot pleasure sparks every nerve ending, funneling through my veins and heating my blood. There’s no containing the carnal noises rumbling up my chest.
She drinks down every drop until I’m wrung dry.
When she pulls away, I take my first real breath. It’s shaky, and the thumping of my heart feels different.
With her pinky and thumb, she cleans the edges of her mouth, smile dangerous.
“That was…”
“Fun,” she finishes.
I drop to my knees, desperate to taste myself and tear the dress from her. Her moan is sweet when I slant our mouths together.
She gasps when a rip tears through the air. She breaks the kiss and stares at where her frayed bodice hangs open, revealing her white lace bra.
“I’ll give you a shirt.” I lower my mouth to her cleavage, inhaling the saccharine scent of her skin. “Fucking hell, take my entire wardrobe if it means you’ll give me a taste.”