35. Down, Boy #2
Leighton doesn’t need much encouragement. As I grip the flesh of her hips, she rocks against my face. My eyes roll back in my head as she goes to town on me.
Rocking, groaning, fucking.
Lust roars through me, the temperature in me shooting higher.
She presses one hand against the cushioned headboard.
The other finds my shoulder, and in no time, my woman’s seeking her rhythm on my face.
She’s fearless and unashamed as she rides my mouth.
With every thrust, my cock jumps in my pants, aching with the need for her. But right now, this is all I want.
I’m coated in her wetness, my stubble soaked with her juices, my mouth devouring her sweet pussy. I let go of her hips to grab her ass.
She yelps out a long, feral “yes.”
I squeeze her cheeks, and she gasps, and then, I swear, I can feel her gush. She’s even more aroused from the rough way I knead her flesh. So as she fucks my face, I raise a hand, pause, then come down on her cheek with a hard swat.
“Oh god, yes,” she gasps.
My dick throbs as I raise my hand again and swat her once more, harder, firmer, louder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.
I suck on her clit, smack her ass, and urge her to fuck me the way she needs.
Her cries grow louder, needier, and then…shakier. And soon, she’s shaking, trembling and shouting that she’s close.
Then, she’s there, coming on me as I’m smothered in her, and there’s no place else I want to be.
Well, except inside her.
With my hands on her hips, I ease her off me. She’s all soft and pliant, melting into the moment like she’s boneless. It’s fantastic. “You’re like a noodle,” I tease.
“And you should take that as a compliment,” she fires back, rolling onto her side and settling into the bed, her voice warm and just a little breathless.
I smirk, climbing over her. “Oh, I do. Trust me, I do.”
Her eyes drop to my abs and then lower, lingering on my slacks. Her lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “Why are you still dressed?”
I arch a brow. “Do something about it.”
“Gladly,” she says, sitting up with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Her hands are on me in an instant, working the zipper of my pants with determined precision.
The angle’s awkward—because, well, real life—so I slide off her, shedding the rest of my clothes in one fluid motion once I stand at the side of the bed.
She doesn’t waste a second. She’s up on her knees, reaching out to help push my black boxer briefs down. When they fall, her eyes widen as my cock springs free. That look on her face? It’s everything. My ego soaks it up like sunlight.
And then—just as I’m about to make a clever comment—she licks her lips and stares up at me, her gaze filled with heat. “You really did miss me.”
I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, holding her face in my hand. “I really fucking did.”
Her shiver tells me she believes it.
Her hand circling my cock tells me to get a fucking move on.
Climbing back onto the bed, as the sound of dog nails scratching on floors catches my attention, I whisper, “There’s just one thing I need to do first.”
“What?” she asks.
Of course I wasn’t going to nail the communication one hundred percent the first time. I repeat myself at a louder volume. “There’s just one thing I need to do first.”
Her eyes roam down my body. “Protection?”
“Well, there’s that.” I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom, but before I put it on, I reach for her bra, flick the clasp open with practiced ease, and let it slide away.
Heat roars in me as I take her in—tight curves, perky tits, perfect dusky-rose nipples that practically beg to be kissed, licked, and worshipped.
I want to spend hours on every inch of her, but I know there’ll be other opportunities for that.
There has to be, because there’s no way this is just a one-time thing.
“Time doesn’t work the same way when you can’t stop thinking about someone,” I say, repeating her words from moments ago.
Words that burrowed into my heart.
Words that define me.
She lifts a hand, her fingers brushing across my jaw, her eyes soft and wide as they meet mine. “Show me.”
It’s a statement, bold and confident, but her voice carries a quiet vulnerability, a kind of trust so complete it knocks the air from my lungs.
And for the first time, I realize I’ve earned something I didn’t know I needed: her faith in me.
I’m not sure what we’ll do with it—what we’ll become—but I know one thing for certain. I want to give her everything. Starting with wringing another orgasm from her.
I slide my hands over her knees then up her thighs. “Part those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks flush as she complies, spreading wide, and sparks explode across my nerves. “Fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, staring savagely at the most beautiful sight in the world.
This woman, ready for me.
I roll on the protection. Settling between her thighs, I rub the head of my cock against her wet pussy, teasing her before easing inside.
Her back arches, her tits rising as a stuttered breath escapes her. “Oh god,” she gasps, reaching for my arms, her fingers gripping my biceps.
I slide in deeper, heat crackling through me as I sink into her, filling her completely.
And for several delirious, mind-bending seconds, the world goes offline.
Sensations crash over me—electricity, sparks, power. When I finally open my eyes, I look down at the woman I shouldn’t want but can’t resist. I’m so far gone for her. I want to give her everything—everything she needs, the hard fucking she craves.
I ease out, then slide back in, taking my time, setting the pace, watching her every reaction. Her breath comes in soft pants, her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes shine with raw need.
Her nails dig into my back, scratching upward, and it’s fucking fantastic.
“So good,” I growl. “Leave marks on me. Everywhere.”
“You sure?” she murmurs.
“Do it,” I urge, my voice thick with want.
Her nails rake down my back as I fuck her, and all I can think is how much I want to feel those marks tomorrow. But I also want her to feel everything tonight.
I rise to my knees, looking down at her, then assessing the situation. The position. My goals. “Sit on my lap. Ride me. I’ll make you come so hard that way.”
“So cocky,” she says, but she’s scrambling.
I shift to the edge of the bed, sit there and tug her toward me. I pull her into position, then guide her down onto my dick again, thrusting up into her with a sharp, desperate rhythm.
“I need to see your face when I fuck you. And when I do this.” I lift a hand and smack her ass.
She gasps, then moans. “Miles.”
My name has never sounded better.
“You want more?” I ask, holding nothing back.
“I want marks.”
It’s official. I’m a furnace. “You’ll get them, sweetheart.” As I drive into her, I lift my other hand, pausing, pausing, then coming down hard on the soft flesh of her ass.
She yelps, then whimpers. And that’s all I want. I fuck, I smack, and then I kiss. Hard, ruthless, using teeth and tongue. I’m sweating, she’s moaning, and we’re coming together. Everything—every single thing about this moment—is filthy perfection.
Then, somehow, it gets impossibly better when she grabs my hands from her ass and says urgently, “My hair. Pull it. Touch it. Play with it.”
The invitation. The meaning behind it. The desire.
I rope my fingers through her hair, tugging as she rises and falls on my cock.
She tenses, then keens.
My hands curl through those locks, messing them up, touching her everywhere—it’s a freedom she clearly craves, and one I need too. The more I touch her, the faster her moans come, the quicker she moves, and the hotter we both become.
Until one more jerk, one more thrust, and she’s tipping over, crying out. And that’s all it takes. The switch flips in me, and I come so hard as she falls apart on me.
As she murmurs softly, something soft moves against my ass. Something…odd.
When I focus again, I look down. It’s Boo. He’s squirmed past me, licking Leighton’s leg. Nope. He’s no longer licking—he’s gearing up to mount Leighton’s leg.
“Down, boy,” I say firmly, scooping him off her. “She’s mine.”
Leighton meets my gaze, one brow arching.
“Well, you are,” I say, owning it.
She smiles, then says, “Then you should ask me to stay the night.”
I haul her close, my voice firm. “As if you’d stay anyplace else.”