“What a coincidence,” I say.
There’s a shine in his eyes that tells me exactly where this is heading, but it still comes as a bit of a surprise when I hear it out loud.
“Think I could convince you to come in with me?” he asks, reaching out to tug lightly on a ringlet of my hair that escaped my ponytail.
No beating around the bush, then. I only allow myself a moment to consider it before giggling and stepping in closer, enjoying the flash of heat in his eyes. I never thought Wayne would look at me like this.
“Yeah, I think so,” I say teasingly, laying my hands on his shoulders and scratching my nails over the fabric of his shirt.
“Thank fucking Christ,” he huffs out, his grin widening.
He practically drags me inside, his arm around my waist to hold me against his side as we walk down the hallway. His room is all the way at the end of the hall, and he fumbles his keycard out of his pocket with one hand while the other traces the shape of my body over my clothes. He swipes his card before swinging the door to his room open. The second it closes behind us, he pins me against it. His hands are hot and insistent on my skin, shoving the hem of my skirt up to grab a handful of my ass as he takes my mouth in a kiss.
He tastes like whiskey and I moan at the unfaltering desire in his movements. I didn’t often allow myself to fantasize about Wayne, but I never dared imagine he’d want me this much.
“Fucking hell,” he groans into my mouth. “Sexy little thing.”
He pulls me away from the door and leads me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine until he lowers me down onto the mattress. His hands are busy, one shoving at the hem of my skirt and the other tugging at the buttons of his own shirt. I can do nothing but weather the storm that is his attention.
My skirt goes flying, along with my shirt, and I shiver at the heat of his gaze as it travels over my body. His nails dig into my skin and he groans when my hips stutter into his hold.
“Want you in my mouth,” he says, and drops to his knees, tugging me to the edge of the bed.
I hardly even have time to realize he’s sliding my panties off before his tongue is between my thighs. His stubble scratches against the soft skin on the inside of my legs, a delicious contrastto the slick heat of his mouth. My head slams back against the bed as I moan and tangle my fingers in the loose waves of his hair. He eats at me like he’s starving, pleasure washing over me in overwhelming waves. I shake in his hold, sensitive and relishing in the bliss. It's been so long since I've had sex that was more thanfine.
The first orgasm slams into me without warning, and I toss my head back on a shout. I tremble as he continues to lap at me, his grip tightening on my hips when I try to pull away to catch my breath. He doesn't give me a second of reprieve, his lips sealing around my clit so he can suck and turn me into a wailing mess.
He doesn’t stop until I shove him away, overstimulated and shaking from orgasm after orgasm.
“Fuck, Wayne,” I giggle.
He grins at me, his lips slick with my own wetness, and I tug him up to the bed with me. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my life, desperate and empty and needing him inside me immediately. I groan at the taste of myself on his lips as I yank at his pants, shoving them down as soon as they’re loose enough to slide off his hips.
I should insist on a condom, but the slide of skin on skin feels so good, and I wrap my legs around his hips, tossing the thought off to the side.
I just wanthim.
He slides into me slowly, groaning as he sinks every last inch of his cock into my soaking pussy. It stretches me out perfectly, and I shudder beneath him as he starts a punishing pace. Our bodies move together like we’ve been doing this for years, the rhythm coming easy and sending searing pleasure through my core. I’m so full I can hardly breathe, Wayne’s palms a searing source of pleasant heat everywhere he touches.
I lose myself to the bliss, raking my nails down his back as he drives me to orgasm over and over again on his cock. I can't even breathe, losing track of how many orgasms he works out of me. All that exists is agonizing bliss, all-encompassing and overwhelming.
By the time he ducks his head into my neck and stutters in his rhythm, I can't think straight. He digs his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise when he cums, breathing out a sigh of my name that sounds like a prayer.
Jesus.
Maybe Ishouldgo out more often.
WAYNE
“Morning, Pops,” I say as I swing the front door shut behind me.
My dad, the always-stoic Everett Riggs, blinks at me in surprise. He’s half-hunched over in the recliner tying his boots. He doesn’t say anything as I toss my duffel bag down by the door, just stares at me with his brows furrowed.
I spent the night at the motel downtown to give Jenny some time to get over her little bitch fit, which turned out to be a truly excellent idea. I didn’t expect to run into Katie McArthur, and I sure as shit didn’t expect her to look likethat. She’s got a hell of a body these days, and a good fuck was exactly what I needed to blow some steam off.
She passed out after we finished and I wound up spending the night in my SUV, not wanting to cuddle up with her and not willing to drive home after drinking. At least the room I paid for—which I’d planned to stay in alone—didn’t go completely to waste.
Dad says nothing for a long, tense moment. “Wayne,” he mutters, nodding his head. “You planning on staying for a while?”
