I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Good, because I’m going to need your help interpreting the shit coming out of his mouth.” Our words were whisper-quiet in the room. “If I prospect for the club, I might be able to rent a room at the clubhouse.”
“Is that what you want?” she whispered. “Hellers would give you protection from the Kings.”
“It’s more than that. I can find a room on Craigslist. I’ve never belonged anywhere. Meeting Kiss, finding Romeo again, meeting you and your family, just feels like the first time I could have something good.” Her hair slipped through my fingers. “The problem is sleeping on the chair across the room. He’d be my sponsor.”
“He won’t be a problem,” she said like a promise. “He wouldn’t do something to hurt you because he knows it would hurt me.”
I closed the space between us and kissed her. In the darkened room, her mouth opened, and her tongue tangled with mine. Beneath the quilt, I ran my palm along her flank, and onto her ass.
I wanted to do more than kiss her, but not with Cruz in the room. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from having a taste of her mouth.
As I kissed her, I split her legs with my thigh and held her just above the edge of her jeans so I could feel her satiny skin beneath my fingertips. Heat slipped along my spine and sank low in my groin. As my gut clenched, my cock hardened.
I sucked on her lip, then slipped back into her mouth for another heated taste. As I continued to kiss her, ourbodies shifted. I hovered over her, kissing her, rocking my cock into the apex of her thighs, sliding my hand under her shirt, and bracketing her ribs with my palm.
I rasped my thumb against her nipple and cradled her breast, and she sucked in a little breath, pressing her chest into me. Her tit filled my hand perfectly. The turgid tip prodded against my palm. I gently squeezed the fullness, then pinched and twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She smiled and nipped my chin. Wedging her hand between us, she unsnapped my jeans, lowered the zipper, and slid her hand into my boxers.
I inhaled hard, flaring my nostrils as she banded her fingers around my dick. Were we really doing this now with Cruz in the same room?
“Baby,” I whispered. Her hand felt so good on my dick. “I can’t fuck you with Cruz in the room, but I need to touch you, too.”
Leveraging up, I opened the snap on her jeans. Fabric rustled and the leather creaked as she shimmied her hips and pushed her jeans down her legs and kicked them to the floor.
My lips found hers again. At the same time, I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, traced the seam of her smooth, drenched pussy, and gently grazed the edge of her clit with the tip of my finger.
“Ryatt.” She tensed as I spiraled a finger into her tight passage. She sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed my dick. I smiled against her lips, then doubled up, fucking her with my hand. Her back arched, and her low moan saturated the air.
“Shh,” I whispered as the leather couch squeaked beneath us. She alternated between stroking my cock and cupping my balls in her hand. My jeans incheddown my hips as she jerked me off. The warmth of her hand scorched my flesh, searing me to my soul. She felt good beneath me. Heat surged into my balls and the telltale pressure built low in my groin.
I wasn’t going to shoot my load before I had her coming on my fingers. She was so fucking soft, wet, and warm inside. One day. God, one day I’d be inside her. When we were alone. When I could have her on my mouth before I had her under me. When I could whisper how good she felt. How good she made me feel. Not when I had to clench my jaw to keep from making any noise.
Her body tightened, and she trembled beneath me. I jammed my fingers deep inside her, twisting, plunging in and out and rubbing her clit with the heel of my hand.
My dick pulsed, primed to fucking blow. I fought the pressure.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I kissed along her jawline, tasted the soft skin of her neck, and breathed in the warm essence of her flesh. “You come before I come. Always.”
“Don’t stop,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to fist my cock, stroking me from base to tip, smearing precum over the head with her thumb. Her leg hooked my hip, spreading her thighs.
I flicked my tongue against the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. Whispering so only she could hear. “Shh. You feel so good.” My words were barely whispered. “Come on my fingers.”
“I’ve imagined you and me together.”
“I think about you every night,” I said.
Her small gasps of pleasure were soft and heated, sizzling against my skin like lightning bolts, sendingshockwaves over my body. “Baby, you’re killing me.” I sank into her mouth again, kissing her, swirling my tongue against the soft wetness of hers.
She widened her thighs, making a cradle for my hips. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and shifted between her legs. She was beneath me, her panties tugged to the side, and my jeans around my hips. I ground my dick against her. She was wet and hot, soaking me in her juices.
One moment I was grinding against her, and the next the head of my cock nudged her opening. Only a sliver of light from the moon cut through the darkness.
But Cruz slept on the chair.
“McKelle?” Her whispered name was a question, and at the same time a plea. I wanted inside her, but this was emotionally dangerous for both of us. I wanted to think we were ready for more.Iwanted more. I wanted the taste of her pussy on my lips. I wanted skin to skin when I fucked her. I wantedher. I didn’t want to share. She wasn’t done with Cruz, but she wanted me, too.
