Chapter 25
BETTER USES FOR CHAMPAGNE
FORD
This has never been my fantasy.
But it’s top of the list now. Skylar, laid out naked on my bed on a big, fluffy bath towel, me holding a bottle above her. I drizzle some of the frothy liquid between those pretty, perky tits.
Yup. Brand-new fantasy unlocked.
“Fuck. What a perfect fucking view,” I say, in utter, filthy appreciation of the sight in front of me.
A stream slowly trickles down the valley of her breasts.
I lick it off. A long, slow slide of my tongue from her belly up to her tits.
She tastes like chlorine and celebration, like summer and sex.
She shudders as I lap the drink off her sweet skin, the taste going to my head, an unexpected cocktail that’s driving me wild.
“So fucking good,” I praise as I flick my tongue above her belly button, licking off the last of the drink.
She stretches, arching under me. “Do it again,” she urges.
I sit on my knees, bring the bottle to my lips, and then drink some. After I swallow it, I nod to the redheaded beauty. “Turn over.”
Her eyes flicker, and with a sexy smile, she complies, craning her neck and watching me.
And that’s all I want to do—gaze at this sensual, gorgeous woman in my bed. I run a hand down her back, admiring the lines of it, then over her sweet ass, palming the curves.
She drops her face to the pillow, trembling as I squeeze the soft flesh. My bones rattle with the desire to take her. To have her. To fuck her hard and good into next year—the way I know, I just know, she’ll want.
But I give her more of what she wants. This foreplay. “Living well, Skylar. We are living so fucking well,” I say as I position the bottle above her back, then slowly pour some onto the pale skin, freckled here too.
When did I become obsessed with her freckles?
When you met her, you dumbass.
A stupid smile teases my lips—but I’m smiling at my goddamn inner voice when I really should be licking champagne off my neighbor.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, sounding a little nervous, maybe because I stopped touching her.
I set the bottle on the nightstand, dip my face to her back and lick the champagne from the top of her ass to her shoulder blades. As she shivers under me, I answer her at last with the reassurance she deserves. “Just thinking about your freckles.”
“I have a lot of them,” she murmurs.
“And I’m obsessed with them all,” I say, then run a finger down her spine slowly, savoring each shudder as I travel. I can’t look away. I’m too mesmerized by her. I kiss a constellation of freckles near her upper back, then another, then one more.
With each press of my lips, she murmurs, wriggling under me. With every move she makes, an urgent need hums through my cells. Like my bones are vibrating with want. “Can’t wait anymore, chaos demon,” I say roughly into her hair.
“Thank god,” she says, full of filthy relief.
She’s so free with her desire. So outgoing. So confident. It’s intoxicating and so very her—a woman who’s unafraid to be exactly who she is.
Is this what I’ve needed? This fearless energy?
Maybe, but now’s not the time to dwell in my head.
I flip her over and run a hand down her neck, amazed in some ways that she’s here with me, arching into me.
“Ford,” she whines. “You’re such a tease.”
I smile. “Can’t help it. You’re fucking perfect to tease,” I say, then stop the teasing. After reaching into the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom, but then stop. “Um,” I say, unsure how to break this to her.
“What is it?” she asks, with heightened concern.
“Your dog is staring at me.”
Skylar rolls her eyes, but pushes up in bed, peering at the little Doxie mix.
The long, little guy is sitting on the floor next to the bed, his ears hanging adorably, while Zamboni snoozes in a corner.
But Simon’s big eyes are locked on us. It’s a little…
unnerving. I’m not used to a canine audience.
“He knows all my secrets,” she says as Simon thumps his tail. “He hears the videos I watch when I play with my toys. It’s what he does—watches. It’s okay. A dog keeps his woman’s secrets. Just get inside me and stop thinking about Simon’s voyeurism.”
My head pops with so much delicious intel. “We’re going to circle back to those videos real soon.”
“Later, Ford. Later. I’ve been admiring your dick since you took off your swim shorts. Now I need to feel that nice big cock fucking me into the mattress.”
Masculine pride floods me. I don’t care what her dog does. I only care about giving her exactly what she wants.
I settle between her thighs, tear open the wrapper, and roll it on. My dick jumps as I cover it. Skylar’s watching me the whole time, licking her lips, eyes flickering with a lust that matches mine.
This is almost too much.
I roam my hands up her legs, my chest heating to supernova levels as I admire the woman under me—the woman who speaks her mind. I’d tease her all night, but my storied patience makes a fast exit when I rub the head of my cock against her wetness.
It’s like a match to kindling. I’m on fire in seconds, a roaring blaze in my cells. I sink into her, groaning savagely at the tight, welcoming feel of her.
The way she lets out a breathy gasp.
How her thighs fall open, inviting me to fill her.
As I do, everything turns electric. She reaches for me, holding my face, all her vulnerability suddenly shining through as she strokes my jaw.
It’s a tender moment amid the lust, and it floors me. Hits me right in the heart.
“I want you,” she whispers. It’s soft and sweet, and the sound of those three words sends a hot tremor shooting down my spine.
“Have me,” I rasp, as I ease out, pausing to let her feel the emptiness without my cock in her. When she’s whimpering for more, I thrust into her again.
I slide a hand to her hip, hitching her thigh against my ass. Finding the perfect spot to fuck her good.
My mouth catches hers, and I give her quick, rough kisses as I fuck her into the mattress like she wants.
Till she’s crying out.
Till she’s wrapping her legs tighter around me.
Till she’s grasping at my hair.
Arching her back and letting go. It’s outrageously breathtaking in a way I never expected.
But then I never expected her.
Lust barrels down my body as I swivel my hips, then thrust back into her. Her breath comes faster, her moans needier, and I’m sure she’s almost there. But a man should never assume.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need to get there.”
Her eyes fly open. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing staggered. “Put me on my hands and knees.”
Say no more.
I ease out, flip her over, and move behind her. And…yes. Fucking yes. She’s beautiful like this as I sink back into her sweetness. My brain melts, and I’m pretty sure I won’t last much longer.
I rope an arm around her waist, then coast my fingers down to the paradise between her thighs.
“Oh god, yes, do that,” she instructs.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur as I play with her clit while I fuck her.
She moves with me, rocking back, dropping her head, muttering desperately, “I’m close. Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
My legs shake. My mind blurs—the tell-tale signs an orgasm is imminent. But I grit my teeth and fight it the hell off. She must come first. And the woman has made it clear what she wants and needs—for me to go the distance.
I follow her orders to the letter. Fucking and rubbing, thrusting and stroking.
Staving off my own pleasure until she shouts a long, glorious yes that shatters into incoherent sounds of pleasure in seconds.
Finally, I stop fighting it. I follow her there, giving in to the white-hot pleasure coursing through my body.
And…to something else.
I’m not sure what to do about these…feelings. Right now, though, I don’t honestly care. I kiss her shoulder, then several of those freckles that have somehow knocked me to my knees.
She murmurs happily, like she’s sex drunk, and it’s the best sound ever.
Too bad it comes with a growl.
What the…?
I peer over the side of the bed. One little dog has a very big opinion. Simon’s staring at me from the floor. “Your dog. He’s definitely giving me the side-eye,” I say.
With a soft laugh she says, “Well, that’s because he wants to be on the bed, silly.”
I look down at the crown jewels. “Pretty sure I don’t want him on the bed right now.”
“Like I’ve said before…you’re mean.”
I tie off the condom, grab the fluffy bath towel from the bed, and pad to the bathroom. When I return a minute later, Simon’s resting dog face is even stronger, directed squarely at me. “My god. How do you deal with that?” I ask Skylar, feeling a little admonished by her pet.
With an easy shrug, she says, “I make money off it.”
“Reasonable,” I concede.
She takes her turn in the bathroom, and as I straighten up a little, the Doxie mix stares at me with canine contempt.
I feel…shamed by him. “I didn’t disrespect her,” I say, pleading my case to the dog.
He’s unrelenting though. Just stares harder. It’s weird, since I’m naked. I grab some boxers and stuff my legs into them. There. I feel a little better. Still, I’m compelled to defend myself to the judge and jury of one. “I swear. It was all consensual.”
Skylar cracks up from the doorway. “Are you trying to reason with Simon?”
“Yes!” I say, thrown off by the pup staring at me from the floor. “He’s freaking me out.”
“You have a dog too,” Skylar observes.
“I know, but she doesn’t stare at me like that,” I say, flapping my arm toward Zamboni, who’s curled up peacefully in a fluffy gray dog bed in the corner of the room.
“That’s also why she doesn’t have a line of merch. Simon has a lot of opinions, okay?”
“What is he judging me for? I didn’t defile you,” I say, worked up more than I expected over a dog’s consternation. But then again, I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“You kind of did, and I liked it,” she says in a sexy purr that nearly makes me forget the dog’s watchful stare.