Chapter 17
HOLLISTER
I lick my lips in preparation for where they’re going next. She doesn’t retreat. Not even a step, but her lips part a fraction. Her hands clench the bow tighter, unsure where to place it. I decide for her, taking it out of her hand and tossing it near mine.
Even though my mouth wants to be everywhere all at once, she needs to be naked first. Since she’s not taking action to resolve the situation, I will.
I reach for the hem of her sundress, fingertips brushing her smooth thighs as I slide the fabric up her body and over her head.
It lands in the pile of bows on the floor.
She gasps when I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her, setting her on the padded bench lining the archery stall. I love that she’s petite enough that I can throw her around if I want. And she’d probably let me.
“I want to hear you beg for my cock. Beg to be fucked hard.” My mouth brushes against hers, not kissing yet, just grazing. “But first, I want to taste how desperate you were to win.”
She hands grip my shoulders, but her legs part just enough to invite me closer. Her delicate pink lace panties are ripped from her body with such quickness that she gasps.
“Hollister, those were expensive.”
Fuck if I care.
I’ll take her lingerie shopping today. Buy her all the things I want her to wear.
More of my choices on her, just like the necklace that settles between her perfect breasts.
The dusty rose nipples point at me, inviting and teasing at the same time.
They will have to wait. I’m after her pink pussy with a dark strip above it leading to her honey pot.
“I’ll get you more.”
Instead of her on her knees, I am. My hands grip her ankles, slipping her sandals to the floor. With her only in my necklace, I grip her ass cheeks and pull her body to the edge of the bench.
“Now open wide, my little sinner.”
She exhales. Her hands curl around the edge, holding her steady while I shove my shoulders between her thighs. Her hips are narrow, perfect for her frame, not so perfect for my bulky body.
She balances a foot on the top of my shoulder. Her toes curl into my muscles at the first lick. Her honey pot is sweet and almost unscented. Not honey at all. More distinct and distracting than that.
When her hand tangles into my hair, I close my eyes and drink her in.
With every suckle, sip, and nip of her pussy, I’m falling.
Fast, hard, and straight into her. Straight into the madness of her body and the pleasure it readily gives me.
I’ve yet to test her, but I’m pretty sure she’ll do anything I ask.
As addicted as I am to her, my goal is to make her equally addicted to me.
I love eating pussy.
She loves being eaten.
It’s damn near perfect.
I open my eyes, look up to see her mouth hanging in half-opened pleasure. Her eyes are glazed over, watching me eat her out. Her fingers are still tangled in my hair, not pulling me to her like before. Just resting there for closeness or connection.
She’s so damn wet. The banter and competition I planned does precisely what I thought. Breaking down the awkwardness of last night and turning her on again. It’s so easy to read her sexually, but emotionally, I’m still left in the cold. Something I aim to change by the end of the weekend.
I won’t tell her how I’m feeling. Not yet. I want her to feel more before that happens. But I can give her the best fucking sex of her life to convince her to stay with me. To be mine, as scary as that is to me too.
Her body tightens when I hum against her clit. My tongue laps at her folds, licking every corner and crevice as she twists in and away from the pleasure. It’s not enough to get her off. Not yet, at least.
My face is soaked when I move it away. Leaving her exposed to the cold air of the range. Her fingers tighten, now pulling on my hair, which I shake loose. She frowns.
“What?”
“Beg, Babs. Tell me you want me.”
I kiss her ankle. Her foot still presses into my shoulder for leverage. But without any part of me touching her, she’s shifting and trying to draw me closer. It’s not happening until I hear her say what I want.
“You called me Junior. I called you, baby. Is that how you feel?”
I don’t know why I’m saying this, but I watch her reaction. Waiting to see if it swings in my favor or not.
My cock is leaking in my pants. The anticipation of pushing into her raw is tempting. I didn’t bring condoms down here. I didn’t plan for this to happen. No fucking way, I’m killing the moment by jogging back to my room to get some.
“No,” she finally answers.
Then she one-ups me when her dark red fingernails connect with her clit, swirling gently into her flesh. My eyes snap from her face to her pussy. Zeroing in on how light her touch is, how delicately she teases her own flesh. I’m mesmerized. Watching at eye level, failing to look at her face.
Damn, if this isn’t the prettiest fucking sight.
“But it’s how you make me feel.”
My eyes fight to stay on her fingers teasing her clit, getting herself worked up for me.
“What do you mean?”
I need to clarify. Need to know why pet names set her off. Even while she’s playing with herself. I bite her inner thigh, light and playful, but my gaze connects with hers.
“You make me feel young again.”
Her mouth parts, hitting a pleasurable spot from the looks of it. Another soft bite from me. Another half smile from her. A game between us. Always a competition with her. I damn near love it.
“You are young.”
Bite.
“Sexy.”
Suck.
“Stunning.”
Bite and suck at the apex of her thigh and hip, an inch from her pussy.
Wanting to leave a mark and claim her in a more intimate way than the necklace dangling from her neck.
She gasps. Her fingers twirl faster, and her body stiffens in pleasure.
If an orgasm is close, I should be a part of it. I want to be part of it.
Want her cum to flow into my mouth. Releasing her delicate skin, the blood rushes to the surface. A pretty shade, guaranteeing a nice hickey, compliments of Holli. Shit, I’d cover her in them if she’d let me.
“I want you.”
Her words are music to my ears. The way they fall out with a breath.
Her foot pushes against my shoulder as she grinds with more intensity.
Her hand tangles into my hair, the other still working herself over.
I’m tempted to watch. To not help at all.
To watch her so open and vulnerable. Young in her mind.
Stunning in mine, but I can’t deny her and the immense pleasure about to come.
I slip two fingers past her folds, and she rocks forward onto them. Moans pour out of her when my finger hits her G-spot. Her hand falters against her clit. Not needing the friction with my fingers now fucking her. Her tits jiggle with her movements. Dark eyes locked on mine.
It takes everything in me not to break her stare. My body is sweating. Trembling internally with the want to shove inside her, fuck her harder than possible, and send us both into ecstasy.
“I need your mouth,” she moans.
I love the way it sounds, desperate and needy.
I lean forward, capturing her clit between my lips, sucking gently.
She gasps at the impact. Her head falls back.
Her long hair cascades down her bare skin, jutting her breasts toward the ceiling.
Her pink nipples are so tight, her body so aroused, the overhead light basks her in glowing flesh.
Her body convulses. Her orgasm crashes over her as she cries out. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers until her pussy starts pulsing. Clenching and unclenching as I drink in her cum. It’s sweet and tangy. Nothing like I’ve ever tasted. Knowing I want even more.
“Oh, yes . . . yes. . . Hol . . .”
I don’t let up, drawing out her pleasure until she raises her head to push me away.
Suddenly too much or too sensitive. My drenched mouth hovers over her wet mound, needing a final lick, which I steal away.
Her face is flushed but relaxed. Her chest is heaving, and her breath comes in ragged spurts.
This is another image I’ll sketch later, taking a snapshot in my mind to add to my private library of just her. Deep in the corner of my mind, I’ll relive this every night alone in my bed back home in Boston.
“Your turn.”
Her word hit half a second behind her actions, already lowering her foot and slipping from the bench with a loud squeak of wet flesh against the leather. She smiles for a second, but then she kneels, eye level with me.
“Stand up, I want to return the favor.”
I pause for half a second, needing to fuck the shit out of her. But the lack of condoms is really fucking shit up. When she runs her tongue over her lips, preparing. I’m done for. I obey her order.
“That’s a good boy.”
Laughter bursts out of me. This whole ‘junior’ thing is usually a turnoff, but somehow, even she makes it sound sexy.
“I’d hardly call me good after what I just did. And what I plan to do to you after this.”
She barely looks at me. Too busy pulling down my pants and letting my cock spring free. Little does she know, I won’t last five minutes. My cock is ready to spurt down her throat. Damn if she doesn’t look pretty on her knees, staring up at me.
She winks.
Her hands glide up the front of my thighs. My muscles lock into place, holding the weight of both of us, while she licks my tip. Gentle, teasing, and I try not to jolt at how good it suddenly feels.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive rim, her eyes never leaving mine. She’s enjoying this, the power she has over me in this moment. I can see it in the slight curve of her lips. The spark in her gaze. She takes me deeper. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me in.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That feels good.”
She pulls back, her lips releasing me with a pop.
“Just good?”
Her eyebrow raises, challenging.
“Better than your archery, but then that’s not saying much.”