Sweet wetness spilled from her entrance and I lapped it up, drawing another curse from her before focusing on her clit. Sliding her feet up under her, she angled herself closer to my mouth.
“More,” she moaned. “I need your fingers while you do that.”
I’d never been with a woman so unafraid to direct me to what she wanted. What she needed. Naomi was in this for her own pleasure, and that was fucking hot. If I gave her free reign, she’d probably sit on my face or ride my cock. She was determined to come, and she’d use me how she saw fit. I couldn’t wait to drive her over the edge and see what happened when she completely lost control. Continuing to lick her clit, I gave in to her demand and slid a finger into her wet pussy.
She groaned, grinding against me, desperate for friction. “More.”
I added a second finger. She was so wet her juices dripped down my hand. I curved my fingers, pressing against her G-spot as I flicked, sucked, and nipped at her folds. My teeth scraped against her nub while my fingers squeezed inside her and she exploded, crying out as she came. I continued to play inside her throughout her orgasm before removing my fingers and lapping up her juices. The sweet taste of her mingled with the whiskey on my tongue, tasting like heaven.
Inspired, I patted her on the ass and told her to raise up. She flexed her hips toward the ceiling, giving me an excellent view of her pussy. Grabbing my glass, I sloshed some Jack inside her and quickly slurped it up. Yes. Heaven. I shared my treat by kissing her deep, so she could taste her own whiskey-flavored honey.
I’d been trying to drive her crazy, but my plan was backfiring. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Needing to be inside her to get some relief, I released her hands and said, “Turn over.”
While Naomi rolled onto her stomach, I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and wrapped up before angling her hips right where I wanted them. Her pussy was still soaking wet. Paired with her round, pale ass in the air, it was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up at her entrance and smacked her ass hard. She let out a moan as a red handprint formed on her cheek.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded. “God, yes. Do it again.”
I smacked her ass until both cheeks were rosy red, and she was begging me for more. Then I grabbed her hips and jerked them toward me as I drove into her. She gasped and dropped her head, taking me all in. Her tight cunt squeezed around me, making me hiss out my own curse. Releasing her hips, I reached up to palm her breasts and marveled at the way they spilled out over my hands. Squeezing gently, I used them to anchor myself while I pulled out and drove back into her.
“More. Faster,” she breathed, arching her back to take me in deeper.
She liked it rough. Good. I tweaked her nipples, then gripped her hip with one hand while my other one found her swollen nub. Rolling it between my thumb and finger, I picked up the pace, driving into her the way she wanted it. The way we both wanted it.
“Yes. God, yes.” She dropped her head to the mattress, giving me a better angle.
This time, she didn’t come quickly or easily. I had to work at it, alternating between smacking her ass, playing with her breasts, fingering her clit, and pulling her hair. The challenge drove me. I kept changing the angle, searching for that spot that would make her lose her mind. She was a lively one, chasing her orgasm like she’d never get another. One leg went over my shoulder, the other in front of my knee. She arched her back and rubbed her clit, squeezing her channel around me as I fucked her. Barely hanging onto my own release, I rode her like I was a dying man and she was my last lay.
When she finally went over the edge, she took me with her. I came so hard I’m surprised I didn’t shoot the top of the condom clean off. Sweaty, breathing heavily, we both collapsed on the bed. Between the whiskey and the marathon sex, the room was spinning. I needed a moment to collect myself and process what had just happened.
This was no ordinary fuck. It was… different. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. She was different.
Before I could figure out why, Naomi slid out from under me.The little wildcat had somehow slipped free of the belt I’d bound her wrists with.Wobbling slightly, hair and eyes wild, she stood and gave me a satisfied smile. “Thanks, Marine. I needed that.” She stepped into her panties and jeans, pulling them both up at once.
Shocked, I sat up. “What are you doing?”
She buttoned her jeans and grabbed her bra, giving me a blank look as she slid the straps over her shoulders. “Dressing?”
Right. Which was exactly what she should be doing. We were done. It was time for her to leave.
So, why didn’t I want her to?
She tugged her shirt over her head, covering up all that perfection, and gave me one last smile as she bent to tug on her boots. “See ya ’round,” she said, before turning and walking out my door.
As I watched her sexy ass sway, I felt a strange sense of loss. I had to fight the urge to ask her to wait and at least give me a minute to figure shit out. And after she closed the door, I realized that for the first time in years, I’d fucked someone without thinking about Genie. Not even once. More guilt flooded me, making me feel like shit.
No matter how great it felt, being with Naomi was wrong. She was active duty and she’d be heading back to Cannon soon. Casual sex was fine, but this thing between us was far more than that. I didn’t want any relationship—not now, possibly not ever—but especially not one with a fucking Pedro.
Resolving to ignore the draw I felt and stay away from Naomi for the rest of her visit, I slipped out early the next morning and crashed on a coworker’s couch until Tuesday when I knew she’d be gone.
Yeah, she’d cut and run after we’d fucked, but I was the cowardly asshole who stayed away until I knew she was gone so I wouldn’t have to face that temptation again.
Naomi
Two Months Ago
“TELL ME ABOUT your brother’s fiancée,” Monica said as she sat on my bed and crossed her legs. She had come over under the pretense of helping me pack, but she’d been doing nothing but firing off questions since she arrived. She couldn’t believe Link was marrying a woman he’d only known for a few months. Hell, I couldn’t believe it either. My brother was usually pretty level-headed, and I didn’t think he’d ever had a relationship that lasted longer than a week.
