His hand cups my breast and a thumb bothers my nipple until I have to bite into a sheet to keep from moaning. When he pauses, it’s payback time. I kiss down his incredible abs, reach his briefs, and soak the cotton as a primal groan sounds deep within his chest.
Who’s-the-Noisiest no longer in question, he lifts his ass off the bed so I can tug off his underwear. His cock free, I lick his thick vein, explore the edge of his silky tip, and dip into the hole.
“Sam.” Shaking, his hands dig into my hair and he holds my head where he wants it to stay.
I open wider, as far as I can go without gagging. Then, with my fingers clamped around his base, I suck him off.
Eyes scrunched tight, he bites his lower lip as I straddle his leg and press my hot, wet core to his knee. I hump him as he swells and urges me on faster.
“F-fuck.” Thrusting into the back of my mouth, he spasms, and shoots his fluids down my throat. It’s a lot to swallow but I gulp down as much as I can and smile.
Eyes milky in a post sex haze, he reaches between my legs. His eyes widen as his fingers dip into my soaked panties and find my swollen core. Slowly, he circles in my juices, teasing me to the brink of heaven. Every once in a while, he flicks a nail across my nub making it blossom into a tight mass of nerves.
Our gazes meet with a passion so intense, tears well as I climb higher. Digging my heels into the mattress, I arch up, and, oh God… His mouth mutes my scream.
As fireworks explode behind my eyelids, he rolls between my legs, and thrusts deep into my sensitive core.
Holy shit.
He’s got me flying, shivering, and shuddering. Each time he enters, I think it can’t get better but it does. When a second, orgasmic eruption overwhelms me, he feels it, and comes again, too.
I don’t remember much after but I must sleep because I wake to the sun shining through the tiny attic window on the other side of the loft.
As I test out my tired muscles, Sienna stirs in the kitchen. The sweet, sweet aroma of brewing coffee floats up the stairs and Suds, his hair all sex-mussed, lifts his long dark lashes.
He stretches cat-like. “Mmm. G’mornin’, sugar. Sleep good?”
“Ah-huh. And, for the record,youare a lot louder thanme.”
“Not how I remember it.” With a stupid grin, he kisses me, finds a pair of sweats, and tugs them on.
Knees on the mattress, I open the bottom drawer of my dresser and searching, find yoga pants. “A tie. Definitely.”
“Nope. You are the quintessential screamer, darlin’, pure and simple.” He tries to rush to the stairs but I lurch, pinch his calves and tickle the sensitive area behind his knee.
Laughing, he tugs me to my feet. “Okay. I will admit we’re even only if you agree to a rematch.”
“Fine.” I slip my bra off of a bureau knob, latch it, and grab one of Suds’ oversized t-shirts.
Inhaling his musky, manly scent, I pull it over my head, and follow him down the staircase. At the bottom, Suds actually blushes as he approaches Sienna in the kitchen. “I’m real sorry if we woke you last night.”
Coffee in hand, she yawns. “I took a sleeping pill and was out like a light. Where’s your cat?”
“Here, kitty, kitty.” I cluck my tongue and check under the couch but she’s not there. “That’s weird. Usually she stares at the refrigerator until we feed her.”
Sienna takes a sip from her mug and glances around our pad. “So, this is an office as well as your home. How does that work?”
“Oh my God, so much better than before.”
She raises her brows so I try to explain. “My cousin Joey lived downstairs. He’s seriously overprotective.”
Fingers out, I wave my hands in an Italian salute. “Yo, Sammy, what da fuck?”
She smiles. “I don’t have anyone, other than my brother and my in-laws. But I do miss them like crazy.”
“Why the tour?” I snatch eggs from the fridge. “Scrambled?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
