“Paloma,” I growl, “don’t make me beg.”
“But that’s my favorite part.” Her voice drips with desire, and my only want is to stroke that fire even more.
“Please, Dove,” I say, running my thumb along her panties. “Let me taste you.” The need to wrap my fingers around her panties and kiss my way up her legs is overwhelming. Her sweet cherry scent engulfs me as I sink my teeth in her inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt, only enough to leave a love bite. The choked gasp falling from her pretty mouth undoes me as I massage both of my thumbs where her ass cheeks and thighs meet. “Please say yes, Dove.” Dipping my head lower, I rub my nose along her hot slit and the last of her teasing disappears.
“Please, Clinton.”Fuck,her words are too pretty, too needy. With her consent, I pull her panties to the side, needing to taste her right this second. Licking up her sex, I lave my tongue into her folds and groan, my bulge pressing into the seam of my pants.
Paloma’s legs tense, her back bowing off of the couch, pressing herself to my greedy mouth. Without a second thought, I rip her panties off her hips and hear a quiet “oh my God”from Paloma before I delve into heronce more. Swirling my tongue around the sensitive bundle, I slide two fingers into her soaking sex and suck on her throbbing clit.
I want to tell her how good she tastes, how good she feels but then I would have to remove my mouth from her perfect pussy. Instead, I praise her in my mind as I lick deeper into her.
You taste so fucking perfect.
So pretty spread open for me, so fucking soft.
“Clint. Oh my God. Feels so good.” She bucks into me, but I don’t relent. I suck her clit into my mouth again before steeling my tongue and fucking her with it as I firmly circle my thumb on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her body shudders as she curls her fingers into my hair, her walls clenching around my tongue. “P-please, tell me you have a condom.”
“I do, baby.” I reach for the drawer near the couch, pulling out a black packet. “Do you want me to put it on?”
Swiping my tongue into her folds, she cries out a “yes” and I stand, unhooking my belt and pulling the leather free before unbuttoning and removing my pants. My dick strains behind my black boxer briefs, and when I pull them down, a satisfying gasp leaves Paloma’s mouth.
Before I can tear the condom wrapper, she takes it from me and slides the condom over my stiff length. Having her hands wrapped around my cock sends a shiver down my back. With one pull, I tug the shirt she’s wearing over her head, and her full breasts and soft belly come into view. I kiss my way up her body, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I do. My voice is all gravel when I wrap my hand behind her neck. “Come here.” I slant my mouth on hers, savoring the taste of her juices on my tongue.
Pressing my dick at her entrance, she stiffens slightly, and I pull back. “We don’thave—”
“Oh, I want to. I just don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“It’ll fit. We’ll make it fit.” Full body shudders start from her shoulders, and I can feel the delicious shake as it reaches her thighs. She tugs me down on top of her and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. Slowly, I stroke into her, letting her body accommodate to my size before I pull out and do the same motion again and again, giving her another inch at a time. She gasps once I’m fully seated, our foreheads pressed together as I slide out of her again and sink into her fully. “Paloma, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
Her moans coax me on as I wrap my arm around each of her thighs and thrust into her again. I take my time, stroking into her slowly as she fully adjusts to me, and when she breathes out, I pound into her once, twice, then pick up speed.
Our skin slaps together as she reaches for me, her hands needing to be tamed. I prop one of my legs up, holding her thighs open and grip both her wrists with my other as I press them into the pillows above her head.
When her back arches this time, Paloma’s mouth drops open on an O, and I fuck her through her orgasm as I find my own release. My thrusts become erratic, losing their momentum the closer I get. “Do you want me to pull out?” I ask her. Though we have a condom on, I need to know if she needs more space before I finish.
“No,” she shouts. “Shit, papi, that feels so good.” Those fucking words send me over the edge, and I fall onto my arms, not wanting to put all my weight on her. When I can feel my legs, I pull myself onto the couch and tuck her into me before I wrap a blanket around us. Before I can consider cleaning us up, I need to feel her body against mine. I need to know what just happened between us was real.
I press a kiss to her hair as she scoots deeper into me and we lie here forwhat feels like no time at all until her soft moans are nothing but light snores, and my eyes grow heavy, her breaths lulling me into a deep sleep.
19
Lou:Their putts just don’t connect, much like their chances at a smooth comeback.
Chuck:Regret’s piling up on that green like stubborn, untrimmed grass.
Lou:Maybe they need to switch clubs—maturity might do the trick.
Chuck:Or just drop the bag and run.
Opening the audiobook of a thrillermance I’ve been listening to, a scream of pleasure or fear plays through my noise canceling headphones. I get a good stretch in before I start my run.This is exactly what I need, I think to myself as my feet push off the pavement. The leaves have slowly begun to turn into those beautiful autumn colors I love so much. When I first bought my house, I came here often for a casual stroll. I simply wanted to get out and explore my neighborhood. But what became a stroll, turned into a walk, which changed to a morning run on the days I could get out of bed.
There’s this burn that comes from running. It somehow frees me of my internal thoughts. I’ve been so focused this past week between ramen with Clint and then the dumbass move of kissing him, I haven’t had the time to prepare for the tournament. What the fuck was I thinking kissinghim?
I felt like such an idiot after propositioning him, but what he did was right. I’m not ready, but I’m beginning to think about what it could look like to be with a man like Clint, someone so sure and confident. But how can he be so sure of me when I don’t know what the hell I want? How can he…No. See, this is why I came out for a run in the first place, to get out of my head. A cool autumn breeze presses against my skin as I push myself harder. The higher my heart rate is, the less I’ll think about his annoyingly gorgeous face.
I crack my neck as I come around the bend of the trail in an attempt to relieve some more stress from my body. I push a little harder, wanting to feel the welcoming burn in my legs as I run. Abruptly, my entire body comes to a stop as I slam into a large wall. Hands reach out and grip my forearms, stopping me from ending up on my ass, which I could do all by myself without running into anyone, if I’m honest. I pull off my headphones, resting them on my neck to see what or who I ran into.
“We almost went down. Are you okay—oh shit!Paloma?” The warmth in his voice surprises me, because what are the odds I would run into the only person I consider a true ex-boyfriend. Danny and I dated for about ten months a few years back. I still wasn't ready for a commitment, and I don't think he was either, but we knew whatever it was we were doing, we were better off as friends. He moved out of the state, and I’m surprised to see him back.
