The moment I felt her body tighten, barreling toward release, I pulled back.
“No, no, no,” she pleaded, raising her head to stare down at me. “I was so close.”
“Give me your name, and this can all be over,” I said, a crooked smile on my lips.
I shouldn’t have liked torturing her as much as I did. I’d never been with someone as mouthy as she was, but goddammit, there was something about her that had me toying with every line I’d ever set.
She glared, balling her hands into fists as she said, “O.”
“How many letters are we going for, darlin’?” I asked, slowly working in and out of her wet heat.
She blew out a breath, and I watched in glee as her patience began to wane. “Well, I’m sure as hell not going with my full name if this is the game we’re playing…”
Her words ended with a sigh as I leaned forward and blew on her clit. Her eyes met mine with a challenge I relished.
“I can do this all day and night, darlin’. I can wind you up so tight you’ll be begging and pleading for me to fuck you, but I won’t. Not until you give me your name.”
Her defiant gaze didn’t waver, didn’t break for a second.
I sighed, trying and likely failing to hide how giddy her choice not to give in had made me. “I guess we’ll have to do this my way…”
Over and over again, I brought her to the brink with my tongue, earning every bit of her ire as she bit out the remaining three letters.
S.
I.
E.
Josie.
Her name was Josie, and I’d never heard a name so sweet—almost as sweet as her perfect pussy.
It was on the last letter that I dove back in, fucking her fast and hard with my fingers. I stood, pulling her up and pressing my mouth to hers as she ground against my hand, chasing the orgasm that came only seconds later.
I’d never kissed anyone with my eyes open, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to watch every beautiful, euphoric moment of her pleasure. She screamed and thrashed in my arms, clinging to my body like I was the sole thing in this world keeping her from floating away until, finally, she slumped forward and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Josie, huh?” I asked, feeling the curve of her smile on my skin. “Was that so hard?”
She pulled back, revealing the full flush of her cheeks. “No, but it was fun.”
I quirked a brow. “Really? Because at one point, I was getting flashbacks to the Exorcist and thought I was close to losing my life.”
Josie rolled her eyes, readying to volley back the same smart-ass comments we’d been trading, but I was done playing. I was done with the games.
I wanted this woman, and I wanted her now.
She let out a breathy gasp as I removed my fingers and gripped her bare ass, and brought her closer, dragging her drenched cunt along the rough denim covering my erection. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she pleaded, looking down between our bodies.
“In my truck,” I said, kissing her forehead. “You okay with staying right here?”
Josie nodded, but I sensed apprehension on her part. “There aren’t, like, cameras in here, right?” she asked, looking around.
I shook my head, stifling a laugh. “Uh, no. Frank isn’t a big fan of change and thinks the government could track him through security footage. I had to buy a card reader and computer myself so we could accommodate tourists during the summer.”
That’d been one hell of a fight. For damn near a month, every day when I came in, the computer had been unplugged and the charging cord hidden. Only when I threatened to install the cameras he’d been so adamantly against did he come clean and show me where he’d stashed it.
I looked around, grabbing my shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable, and while she still had her top on, she was exposed from the waist down.
