Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ledger
The flat of her tongue is tracing over the skin on my neck while I carry her to my room, and it takes every bit of restraint not to stop halfway and have my way with her on the damn floor.
My knees finally bump against the edge of the bed, but before tossing her on the mattress, I reach behind her back and underneath her shirt, unhooking her bra with one quick twist of my thumb and index finger.
For every touch or movement from me, she reacts with a shift of her hips, a kiss, or a moan. Her responsiveness is beyond sexy, and something specific that I didn’t even know I was craving until I finally gave in and kissed her.
The gentlemanly thing to do would be to let her take the lead here. But my patience is waning, and I feel like taking what I want, as long as she’s still telling me she wants more with every sweet response that she gives me.
She lands on top of the comforter with a bounce, and I instantly cage her in with my arms, leaning down to capture her mouth. I can feel her silky blonde hair brushing the side of my face. It’s begging to be wrapped around my fist.
One hand threads through her hair, gripping tight enough to make her pull away and roll her eyes into the back of her head, sucking a sharp breath in through her teeth. She arches her back, and my other hand wastes no time dipping below the waistband of her leggings.
“Fuck,” I groan into the side of her neck. “You’re so wet. You feel fucking amazing, Izzy.”
Her hips wiggle, trying and failing to shimmy the leggings off. I chuckle, leaning back and pulling them down her hips for her, along with her baby pink lace panties.
Damn, I should have left those on for a minute. If I weren’t so focused on tasting her as soon as possible, I’d strip her slowly, memorizing every version of her until she was laid out bare beneath me.
Next time.
If there is a next time, my brain warns with inconvenient timing.
The thought is irritating, so I push down my jeans and kick them off with a little extra force. I don’t want to dwell on that possibility right now.
Izzy’s legs are bent and spread wide, making me roll my lower lip into my mouth with my tongue.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say while gripping the collar of my shirt and lifting it over my head.
I take a step toward her, lowering my hand to stroke my aching cock. It’s going to have to wait its turn. Her eyes widen and trail to my briefs, and her tongue darts out over her lips.
“Scoot back,” I demand.
She moves with no extra convincing while I lower my body to the bed, crawling toward her as she shuffles on her back toward the headboard.
My palm flattens against her stomach under her shirt, and she sucks in a breath, closing her eyes like she can somehow soak in the feeling of my hands on her better with them closed.
When my fingers graze the swell of her breast, she arches up again, this time lifting her shirt and yanking it off, along with her unhooked bra.
My mouth wastes no time closing the distance, and I cover one of her nipples with my lips, swirling my tongue and lightly biting down.
Her hips continue to buck up, and I reach a hand down without moving my mouth, putting pressure on her clit with the heel of my palm and pushing inside of her with my two middle fingers at the same time.
“Ohhh,” she moans through a whisper. “God. I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
I lift my head, continuing to curl my fingers inside her.
“Knew what?”
Her eyes open lazily, half-lidded and gleaming with lust. “That you’d know exactly how to touch me.”
My cock jumps, practically crying to be let out, as she moans those words. I have to bite my lip to keep from kissing her. But the way that her head dips back behind her shoulders as her mouth hangs open is too good to look away from.
I’ve had enough damn time the last few days daring to imagine this. No way am I going to obstruct the view when I finally have it right in front of me instead of in my head.
Time seems irrelevant as I watch her, and I can’t help but quicken the pace and the pressure of my hand’s movements, searching desperately for the right spot that is going to make her come completely undone.
It’s the second her eyes slam shut and she soundlessly holds her breath that I think I found it.
Take your time, my inner voice warns. Savor it.
If she gets off without me tasting her, I’m not sure I’d ever recover.
In one swift movement, I shift my body down, momentarily replacing my fingers with my mouth. It catches her by surprise at first, as she gasps and rises up to her elbows.
I lick up her center, stopping my lips over her clit and pulling it into my mouth with one long ruthless suck. The flat of my tongue pushes down, back and forth. My fingers push back inside her, and she clenches so hard I think it might be cutting off my circulation.
“There,” she whispers, just loud enough for me to barely hear. “Oh my god, Ledger. Right. There.”
When she pulses against my fingers, I about bust in my fucking briefs. It’s magical. And I can barely hold back from rising up and slamming inside her to feel it against my cock. I let her ride out the wave as long as I can, and it takes a few minutes for her to come all the way down.
Her chest finally rises at a slower pace, and her body loses all tension, collapsing against the pillows.
“No fucking way.” She’s still whispering.
My brow furrows, and I move toward her face, supporting my body weight with my arms on either side of her.
“Look at me.” Her eyes snap open instantly, and I bend to kiss her on the lips. She cups the side of my jaw, forcing me back down when I try to pull away again. I chuckle, lifting my head. “No fucking way, what?”
“I—” she stutters and has to shake her head a few times, coming out of the daze. “It’s just that I didn’t think that was possible.”
I quirk an eyebrow, wondering what the hell she’s talking about.
“That fast. I just— I lost control of my entire body. It felt like an explosion.”
The growl that comes out of me is borderline barbaric, but there was no stopping it. I wrap my arms around her body, turning to my back and flipping us so that she’s straddling me. My thumbs dig into her hip bones, and her hair flips to one side as she giggles.
The dim light from the bathroom bathes her in a glow, and I stare up at her, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin.
“Don’t tell me that. Now you’re going to have to put up with my ego.” I smirk.
“I’ll put up with your ego as long as you take out an insurance policy on that mouth. It’s too good, I could die.” She tips her face up toward the ceiling, sighing deeply.
“That’s dramatic.” I purse my lips and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers to selfishly put her attention back on me. She lowers her gaze and rolls her hips.
Before I even know what I’m doing, my teeth dig into my bottom lip. I push my hands into the mattress, lifting my body and hers along with it.
She squeals for a moment, but as soon as I slide off the bed with her in my arms, she circles my waist with her legs and damn near chokes my neck with the grip of her arms.
“And why exactly are we leaving your room?”
“We’ll be back.”
I have to get us out of my bed for a few minutes. If I don’t, I’ll be fucking her in the next thirty seconds, and I don’t know for sure if she wants to take things that far.
I stalk down the hallway, coming to a stop in front of the liquor cabinet. With one hand under her ass and the other clutching the bottle of whiskey, I quickly turn toward the couch and flop her on her back.
“It’s not even lunchtime,” she laughs while studying me with the bottle in my hand.
“Yeah, well, I need half a shot after that.”
“Mmm,” she hums, snuggling into the blanket. “It’s so much warmer in here.”
I stand next to her, looking down and roaming every inch of her with my eyes.
Water is a more suitable choice, I’m sure.
But I pull the top off the whiskey bottle and take a swig anyway.
I need every bit of a shot to calm my heart rate.
It’s beating furiously as I take in the subtle softness at her waist and the flare of curves over her hips.
She’s a dream I don’t want to ever wake up from. And it’s then that I decide I’m not letting her leave this place without having all of her.
I have half a mind to not let her leave at all, but I’m more cowboy than I am mountain man, and I’ve read enough books to know the difference. Kidnapping isn’t exactly my specialty.
“Can I have some of that?”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and extend the bottle toward her. She sits up, scooting to the edge of the couch, and takes a small sip, keeping her eyes on me. When the bottle tips past her chin and amber liquid drizzles down the front of her body, I cross my arms and smirk.
“Oops.” She shrugs with feigned innocence.
In a flash, I grab the bottle and set it down on the floor. My thumbs hook the waistband of my briefs, and I shuck them off. Her eyes widen as I step closer, fisting the base of my cock.
She straightens her back, sitting tall with her lips parted. I almost fill her mouth right then and there, but I hold back.
My free hand smooths over the side of her hair, and she tilts her head to lean into my touch. I gather as much hair as I can, gripping it and pulling her head back so that she’s looking up at me.
I widen my stance, shifting my weight and pulling her back by her hair. Painfully slow, I drag my cock between her breasts and over her chest, catching every stray drop of whiskey that I can.
Her mouth is wide open, gasping for air now, and her breaths come quick and short. I exhale deep through my nose, tingles shooting through my entire body as I trace the line of whiskey on her naked body.
She arches into me, making me throb against her delicate skin. I tighten my grip on her hair and push my hard length up her neck and finally over the cleft of her chin.
Her hands come forward, smoothing up the tops of my thighs. I don’t fully let go, but I loosen the hold on her hair when she leans forward and plants a trail of kisses along the tattoos.
The tips of the black ink trees disappear underneath her mouth on one leg, and then she hovers over the ridge of mountains on the other, opening her lips to run her tongue along the designs.
Her hands continue to roam up, and she lets the sharp edge of her nails run over either side of my hips.
The raised surface of her bandaged fingers draw across my skin.
I lift her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the burn.
Her thumb makes its way into my mouth, and I smile around it, swirling my tongue.
She’s a fucking tease, and I love it. Every single second of it.
But I’m dying to have her mouth a little farther north, so I pull her head back. She straightens her back and stares up at me with big blue eyes. I move a strand of hair off her cheek and then push my hips forward, gripping my base.
Her focus never leaves mine, not for a moment, while I slide through her pale pink lips.
The inside of her mouth is the closest thing I think I’ll ever feel to heaven on earth. I draw my hips back, pushing right back in a second time.
“This fucking mouth,” I groan. “God, you’re so hot like this. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted my cock down your throat, just to look at your perfect lips wrapped around every inch of me.”
Her long moan vibrates through my body like a shock wave, sending a chain reaction of chills that I feel all the way to my toes.
I can’t help it when my thrusts start to pick up pace. She suctions her lips around me each time I pull out, and fuck, I am not going to be able to keep this up.
It’s too fast. I don’t want it to be over.
I silently commit to doing this again before the day is over, and the promise to myself is enough to stop fighting the unbearable need to shove to the back of her throat and fill her mouth again over and over.
I lose any last sense of restraint as her hand vanishes between my legs, cupping my balls. Her thumb runs up the seam, and I’m done.
As much I want to watch, my head tips back and I thrust forward one last time. With my eyes twitching shut and a guttural groan, I spill every last drop over her tongue.
The coherent thought crosses my mind, as soon as I’m finished, that I probably should have asked her if that was okay. But when I look down, her cheeks are flushed and her other hand wraps around my thigh, unwilling to let me back away.
“Don’t swallow,” I grunt out between pants.
My stomach clenches as I slowly drag over her tongue, not wanting to let any spill out. I groan softly again, rolling my head to the side at the sight. Her bright eyes search mine when I take a few steps back.
I reach toward her, hooking my thumb over her chin and pushing it down so that her mouth is wide open. The fireplace is behind me, and a little bit of light from the day is filtering in through the windows. Without asking, she sticks her tongue out, covered in my release.
Her thighs press together, and she squirms under my stare the longer I drink her in. Finally, after I think I’ve got my fill, I bend to find the bottle at the foot of the couch, tip her head back, and pour a slow stream of whiskey over my cum.
With my index finger now hooked under her chin, I close her mouth for her. Her eyes stay fixed on me as her throat bobs once, letting the mixture slide down her throat.