Chapter 5
Tate
She’s fucking beautiful.
Large, round breasts with raspberry nipples that are screaming for me to suck on them.
Small waist that curves into beautiful hips and shapely thighs.
There’s a small patch of well-groomed curls between her legs, and her abdomen isn’t perfectly flat but it works on her glorious body.
I’m already imagining all the things I want to do to her—with her—and I pause to take a swig of bourbon.
Then I fuse my lips to hers, letting the liquid move between us.
She sucks on my tongue until we’ve swallowed every drop.
I reach down, kneading the globes of her ass as we kiss, getting familiar with her body.
And her. She likes when we touch. I can tell by the way she leans into me, presses her body closer, like she needs me as much as I need her.
“No condoms in the shower,” I whisper. “There’s plenty we can do without penetration.”
Her eyes find mine. “I like the sound of that.”
She reaches out, determines the water is warm enough, and we step under the spray.
She wasn’t kidding that the shower is small but I expected as much.
And I couldn’t care less. All I’m thinking about is the gorgeous, naked woman pressed against me, kissing me, stroking my cock.
She’s sensual, beautiful, alluring. I can’t stop staring, kissing, touching her.
“I need to taste you,” she murmurs.
Before I can stop her, she’s dropped down so she’s sitting on the edge of the tub—and running her tongue right up the bottom of my shaft.
“Fuck, baby, that’s nice.” I want to tell her she doesn’t have to do this—I never expect anything—but it feels too good to get the words out.
And she hasn’t even sucked me yet.
All she’s done so far is lick and kiss. The tip, the underside, my balls.
Like we have all the time in the world. I guess we do.
Neither of us have anywhere to be until Tuesday.
At least, that’s what she insinuated when she said she’s off Sundays and Mondays.
I certainly have nowhere to be until soundcheck on Tuesday around five o’clock.
Her lips are soft as she nibbles and kisses, teasing me into arousal. I’m so hard right now it’s almost painful—but it’s a wonderful kind of pain. The kind of pain that’s going to lead to unbelievable pleasure.
She leans out of the shower, holding my thigh with one hand as she grabs for one of the glasses of bourbon. She fills her mouth with the amber liquid, sets the glass on the closed toilet seat, and then sucks me deep.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands move into her hair and I brace my feet.
I already know this is going to be good.
No, this is going to be great. It already is.
The cool splash of liquid against the heated skin on my dick is an erotic dichotomy that has me pumping in and out of her mouth.
But she doesn’t need my help—she knows what she’s doing as she sucks, licks, and nibbles my cock.
One hand closes around the bottom of the shaft, gripping firmly but not so hard it’s jarring, and she strokes me, keeping the same rhythm with her mouth.
Fuck. Me.
I’m going to shoot so hard and fast you’d think I haven’t had sex in a year.
“Baby, I’m going to… God damn!” I can’t stop the pleasure racing down my spine and I jerk against her, pulsing in her mouth as she swallows every drop.
Then she looks up with a grin. “How’s that for inappropriate?”
I chuckle and tug her to her feet. “I like when you’re inappropriate.”
We kiss again, tongues swirling as the water sluices over us.
“Now it’s my turn to be inappropriate,” I breathe against her lips.
“Yes, please.”
“How about we finish cleaning up and then move this to the bed so I can devote the appropriate amount of time and attention to your pussy?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We wash up quickly and dry off, talking and stealing kisses the entire time. Twelve hours ago we’d never set eyes on each other—now we’re showering, and getting ready for bed together, like we do it every day.
She reaches into a cabinet and pulls out some condoms, handing them to me. “You’re in charge from this point forward—is that fair?”
“Absolutely.” I drop the towel, grab the condoms, and drag her into the bedroom.
Somewhere along the way, we finished the bourbon, and there’s a faint buzz thrumming through my veins.
Between the shower and what I hope will be fantastic sex, I’m going to sleep well tonight.
Today. It’s starting to get light out but I don’t care—all I’m thinking about is this gloriously naked creature who’s just climbed onto the bed.
“On your back,” I say gruffly, watching her flip over and spread her thighs.
“I’m suddenly starving,” I whisper.
“There’s pie in the fridge,” she says with a mischievous smile, pretending to start to get up.
“Lay your ass back down,” I growl. “What I’m about to eat is far sweeter than pie—and a lot more satisfying.”
I dip my head and stare at the feast awaiting me.
I don’t do this often. It’s just not safe with my lifestyle.
I’ve indulged in more sexual activity the last few years than most men get in a lifetime, but I know enough to be smart.
Careful. I always use condoms. I get checked out regularly—and I try to keep the really intimate stuff minimal.
Kissing. Oral. The risk of disease is real and as much as I love sex, I don’t want to get sick. Or get anyone else sick.
I’m throwing caution to the wind with Summer.
Because I can’t help myself.
Because I want to pleasure her the way she just pleasured me.
Because I fucking love eating pussy.
Especially when it comes with a sexy, curvy woman who likes to receive and give.
The first taste makes my mouth water. The second draws a soft sigh out of her. By the time I slide my tongue along the seam of her sex, a moan comes from deep in her chest. And when I slip a finger into her warm, wet sex, her hips shoot up off the mattress.
“Oh shit,” she pants. “It’s been a while, Tate…it’s not going to take me long.”
“That’s okay, baby—do what you need to do. One orgasm won’t be enough. For either of us.”
She clenches around my finger, and I both feel and taste the arousal flooding my mouth.
I want to draw this out, enjoy it, but I don’t think she can slow down any more than I could a little while ago.
And sure enough, she presses herself against me, stiffens, and then lets out a cry as she bucks against my face.
“Oh. My. God.” She pants, her chest rising and falling. “I’m sorry—that was so fast.”
I chuckle. “Don’t apologize. I got off quick too.”
I slide up the bed and then cover her body with mine. “Can you get off this way? Straight missionary?”
She hesitates. “Not usually. Unless you’re really good at finding my G-spot.”
“Challenge accepted,” I murmur, kissing her.
Her mouth opens immediately, like we’re already in perfect sync, and I reach over to where I tossed the condoms. Somehow, I manage to get the package open and slide it down my dick before settling between her legs.
Her eyes are glassy, full of passion, as she stares up at me.
“Can I hold you down?” I ask softly. “Just your hands. Above your head.” We don’t know each other, not really, and it’s important to me that any woman I’m with is comfortable.
Especially since most women can’t get off if they’re anxious about something we’re doing.
And I plan to get her off at least once more.
“Mm, yes.” She nods, lifting her arms over her head.
I close one of my hands around both of her wrists and then slide into her with one firm thrust. We both moan as I bottom out, her pussy swallowing me right up and squeezing tight.
“Aw, hell, baby, you’re so tight.” I drop my mouth to hers, seeking out her tongue as we start to move.
She wiggles beneath me and I watch her face as I shift slightly.
I’ll know when I hit the right spot by the look in her eyes.
The expression on her face. The way her body responds.
It’s a pretty simple tell with most women—a lot of guys are just too lazy to bother.
I’m not one of them.
Canting my hips, I drive in more deeply, taking my time as pleasure washes over me.
Physically, she’s the perfect woman for me.
Large breasts, a perfectly cushioned torso, soft skin, and a pussy made for my cock.
She envelopes me, squeezing, pulsing, little shivers making both of us react each time it happens.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper against her mouth.
“You feel so good,” she moans, wrapping one leg around me.
“That’s my girl, nice and open for me. Show me the right spot, baby.”
She wiggles a little, even though I’ve got her completely pinned.
A few more strokes at a different angle and—there it is. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens.
“Just like that?” I tease, nibbling her lower lip. “I feel you squeezing me, baby—tell me if this is the right—”
“Tate!” Hips buck, her chest heaves, and she screams.
That’s it for me too. I’ve been on the brink pretty much since she asked me to come home with her and being inside her is nirvana. I got off twenty minutes ago and I still didn’t last more than five minutes the second time around.
“Fuck!” I pump into her a few more times and then collapse onto her. “You’re fucking perfect, Summer.”