“And last night? What were those six spanks?”
“You being insubordinate.”
She pushed herself up to full seated position and glared at him. “Insubordinate?”
He grunted again with a nod. “Rolling them baby blues at me like some cheeky Catholic school girl. Next time I’ll get out the yardstick.”
“What are you going to have me do, then?” she asked, being sure to add just enough sass to her tone to make his nostrils flare.
“You’re going to tell me all about your time with your Polish friend while I go down on you.” Then forgoing all customary acts of foreplay, not even a kiss, he slunk down the bed until he was positioned between her legs. An irritated and impatient scowl crossed his face as he pulled off her underwear, as if it was the most inconvenient and inconsiderate thing in the world for her to be wearing panties to bed.
“Now, what was her name?” He wasted no time in getting down to business and, using the entire surface area of his tongue, swept it up between her folds. She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.
“Her name was Maja.”
“And how did you two come to be together?” he asked, managing to speak through his task.
She swallowed. “We, uh … we met in Panama, at a bus station. We decided to get a hostel together to save money.”
“And is that where you … ?”
“N-no … oh God, that feels good.” Knowing that she loved it when he rubbed her with his stubble, he started using his prickly chin against her clit, exploring her cleft with his fingers. Alternating the torture with nibbles and nips on her inner thighs. “Oh … God, yes.”
“When did the two of you finally hook up?”
“Not until a bit later … ” She shamelessly bucked up into his face. Her hands traveled along her own body and cupped her breasts, pulling and twisting the nipples just hard enough that the pain was exquisite but not overwhelming. “We decided to go to the San Blas Islands, and that’s where we first hooked up.”
“How did it happen?”
“We were at a beach party. Dancing and drinking in our bikinis. There were a couple of guys who had just shown up that day. We’d been there for a few days at this point … Oh God … these guys were Spanish, I think, and pretty aggressive compared to the rest of the friends we’d been meeting along the way. And they wouldn’t leave Maja alone. We stuck close together and as the night progressed started behaving more like a couple, just to get the guys to back off. We were dancing on the beach, and I’m not quite sure who kissed who first, but before I knew it, we were making out, our breasts knocking as our drinks sloshed into the sand.”
“And then what?”
She exhaled. “And then we found ourselves back in our bungalow. A tangle of limbs and lips and curious hands. We were only in our bathing suits to start, so it was easy enough to get naked. At first, we just kissed. She was a good kisser, a really good kisser. She had a tongue ring and it … ” Krista squeezed her eyes shut tight, envisioning Maja and her perky breasts and hourglass hips swaying toward her, licking her lips. She was stunning. Soft curves, light brown hair, bright blue eyes, absolutely gorgeous. “I think at first I was surprised that she found me attractive.” She went on. “I mean, she was supermodel beautiful, and I’m, well … ”
His head popped up. “You’re what?”
“I’m … me … ”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brock’s brows furrowed into a deep frown. Were they really going to do this now?
“I mean I know I’m not hideous or anything, but I’m no Maja. My hair isinsane and uncooperative; my skin is near translucent; and I have more freckles than the beach has sand. Maja was perfect.”
He fixed her with a fierce and menacing glare. “I thinkyou’refucking perfect, and I don’t want to EVER hear you say anything self-deprecating again, you got that?” He grabbed her leg, pulled it up so her hip left the bed, and a firm hard smack came right down on her exposed butt cheek.
Krista yelped.
His eyes were like hot daggers, boring into her soul. “I wouldn’t have fucked your brains out four months ago and accidentally knocked you up if I didn’t think you were hot as hell. And I wouldn’t be continuing to fuck your brains out now if I still didn’t find you beautiful, so shut the fuck up.” And then he slid back down onto his stomach. “Continue with your story.”
Krista’s mouth just hung open. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, with such raw and heated passion. And to hear such things from Brock, a man who kept his feelings so closely guarded that one might suspect him a robot—if she hadn’t been already lying down, she would have been knocked flat on her ass.
His eyes flashed open, and a growl rumbled up from deep in his chest and buzzed on his lips. “Continue with the story, Krista.”
Licking her lips, she continued. “Uh … so we kissed for a while on the bed, and then the booze must have hit my system, because I got brazen and bold and let my hand trail down her body, exploring her plump folds, pumping and scissoring until she was panting and begging me for more. I’m not going to lie, it was a pretty big high knowing I could turn her on and get her off like that. I wanted to see if I could do more. I slowly sank down onto my stomach and licked her. I’d never been with a woman before, never stared a pussy in the face before, and it was equal parts exciting and terrifying. But I just did the things that I liked.”
“And what do you like?”
She glanced down her body at him and laughed. “Oh, you know whatI like.”
