Chapter Twenty-Seven #3
The doors spread open into what appeared to be his apartment. I tried to take in the view, but his mouth consumed mine, forcing my eyes shut as our tongues danced together. The back of my head found the softness of a couch; the leather was cold against my exposed skin, but I didn’t care.
I ripped off Stetson’s shirt, his trucker hat coming with it. My hands scoured his chest, admiring every inch before forcing him off of me and up onto his feet.
I looked up at him as I dropped to my knees. “My turn.”
My gaze never left him as I removed his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and dropped them to the ground.
Part of the work was already done; the tight material had been forced to expand.
I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, and the sight of him already turned on gave me enough confidence to take him fully into my mouth without a shred of hesitation.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, cupping the back of my head in his palm.
I wrapped my hands around his thighs as I tried to go deeper with every dip. I wanted to feel all of him, wanted to taste him. Something about knowing that I was controlling this man with only my mouth was almost enough to make me come completely undone.
I twirled my tongue just enough to get a reaction.
“That mouth,” he moaned.
The pleasure in his sounds made me feel powerful.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me to my feet.
“I’ve got”—he peered down at his watch—“thirty-seven minutes until I have to be downstairs, and if you think I’m not going to drag this out to the very last second…
” He dragged his thumb along the length of my bottom lip. “Then you’ve lost your damn mind.”
He started by peeling my leggings to the floor before tugging my sports bra over my head.
He guided me backward across the room, planting kisses all over my naked body.
His hands forced me onto his bed, the navy comforter making for a plush landing.
I propped myself up on my elbows, admiring him standing in front of me.
His large frame dipped down onto the bed, crawling up my body slowly, leaving traces of his lips everywhere.
The gold chain he wore around his neck dangled, dropping little pellets of what felt like ice cubes on my skin with each move of his body.
I could feel the anticipation in the depths of my belly brimming to its full capacity and I shifted my body in an attempt to get him inside quicker.
“Woah, cowgirl,” he whispered, teasing me with his fingers instead. “Are you still okay with not using a condom?”
“Uh-huh.” A whimper escaped my mouth.
The sound must’ve provided encouragement, because he guided himself in. The burst of pleasure was overwhelming, so much so that my arms stretched out over my head, trying to grasp on to something, anything. When I found the softness of the sheets, I gripped them as hard as I could.
With each thrust, his stability wavered as he panted in my ear. “Nothing has ever felt the way it does when we’re together. I can’t explain it, but it feels—”
“—like a dream,” I finished.
“Better than that.” His breath came in between subtle moans. “It feels like somehow amongst all the chaos, I’ve found my calm.”
I pulled his chest on top of mine, needing to feel the weight of his body. Within seconds, our breathing mimicked one another’s, labored and sped up.
It was more than clear that the intensity was about to reach its peak.
“Shit. I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” I whimpered.
I slammed my eyes shut, taking inventory of all my senses. The smell of our bodies, the taste of him lingering in my mouth, the sound of him coming undone, and the overbearing feeling of pleasure pulsing through me.
Then, everything went blurry except for the eruption between us.
My breaths were ragged as Stetson collapsed onto me, heaving.
“There’s no way it gets better than this,” he said, gently rolling off me before pulling me to his chest.
I sighed, unable to find the words to agree with him.
Instead, I zoned out as the rise and fall of his breathing provided the calmest background music. That is, until I felt him move.
He raised his arm in the air, peeking at his watch. “Dammit, I’ve got to get ready or Michael is going to be on my ass,” he said, springing from the bed and heading toward a door on the other side of the room.
“This is not how I saw this going when I woke up this morning…” I admitted, putting myself in a seated position at the end of his bed.
“The best things in life are often surprises, wouldn’t you say?”
Not always.
A ping of guilt crept up the back of my throat.
After the show.
I would tell him after the show.
The reality of the situation had stolen away some of the magic. “Do you care if I use your shower?” I asked, hoping the hot water would provide a bit of relief.
He cocked his head to the left. “Don’t ask me to use anything. Make yourself at home,” he demanded. “The bathroom is over there.”
I popped up from the bed, sashaying my naked body into the bathroom. “You don’t need to shower before you leave?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he said, pulling a button-down denim shirt from his closet. “I’d planned on it, but not after that. I’d prefer to leave the scent of you lingering on me for the show tonight. Call it good luck.”