Christ. She’s glistening—wet, pink, ready.
A shiver runs through her, and she falls back, landingsoftly on the pool table. I guide her legs over my shoulders, her thighs warm against my cheeks. My nose skims the inside of her leg until I’m exactly where I want to be. Right at her center. Breathing her in. She lifts her hips, impatient and needy. My hands grip her ass, holding her there. Then my tongue darts out, tasting her in one long lick that has her whole body jolting.
She tastes better than I remember. She tastes like heaven. If I died here, buried between her thighs, I’d go out a fucking happy man. Her breathy moans urge me on. My tongue flicks over her clit, and her hips lift, chasing my mouth, seeking more. I hum in approval, the vibration pulling a gasp out of her. I lose myself in her sweet pussy, licking and sucking until she’s writhing under me. I look up, and fuck me, she’s a goddamn sight. Her blonde hair is fanned out across the pool table, hands spread, her back arching as I devour her. My hands slide down the backs of her thighs, curling around and pushing her legs higher, opening her more to me.
She’s becoming wetter by the second, slick and sweet on my tongue, and I hiss when my cock presses painfully against my zipper. A wave of heat rolls through me. I shift one of her legs higher on my shoulder and reach down with my free hand, freeing the button on my jeans enough to adjust myself. My fingers wrap around my cock, squeezing hard to relieve some of the pressure. If I don’t get a fucking handle on myself, I’m going to come in my pants.
“Hunter,” she moans.
My name on her lips steals the air from my lungs. My heart beats impossibly faster. I swirl my tongue around her clit before taking it between my teeth and sucking hard. Her hands fly into my hair, tugging and pulling. Her whole bodytenses, thighs trembling around my head. She comes so hard, she can’t hold herself still.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she cries, rocking into my tongue, riding out every wave of her orgasm.
Pride fills my chest. Watching her come apart like this—because of me—hits somewhere deep. She let go with me. Trusted me enough to lose control in my hands. And fuck, that makes me feel like the luckiest bastard alive.
Gently, placing her legs down, I push myself to my feet, licking the taste of her from my lips. She’s sprawled out, one arm flung over her eyes, chest rising in quick, uneven breaths. Her nipples peak through her dress, begging for attention, and I can’t resist. Leaning in, I pinch one between my thumb and finger, rolling it slowly. She squirms, a satisfied sound spilling out. Her arm shifts, her eyes hazy and blown wide, finding mine.
A slow, smug smile pulls at my mouth. “Fucking stunning,” I breathe, low and ragged.
Her stare lingers on my lips—still slick from her sweetness—before dropping to the hard line straining against my jeans. Her mouth falls open with a quiet inhale. My skin prickles with the heat of her stare, and when she props herself up on her elbows, a wicked glint flashing in her eyes, I know I’m fucked.
“You want some help there?” she asks, her voice dipping low.
Like a starved man, I nod, taking a step toward her. Before I can take another, her leg snaps out, the heel of her boot pressing firmly to the center of my chest. The contact knocks the breath out of me. My gaze travels up the line of her calf, the curve of her thigh, and my cock throbs at the thought of her being bare and dripping for me under that dress.
“Beg,” she says, confident as hell.
My fingers curl around her ankle while my other free hand drifts down, wrapping around my aching cock in my jeans. The second her eyes catch the movement, she shakes her head slowly.
“No touching,” she murmurs, her tone commanding.
I instantly raise my hands, surrendering them to her. A low growl of frustration rumbles in my chest, but fuck if I don’t love this. The bold, bossy version of her. The confidence and control. The way she’s stripping me bare without laying a single finger on me.
“Please, baby girl, please, will you touch me?” I beg.
She watches me, and the anticipation thrums through my veins so hard, my vision blurs. Slowly, she sits up, her silky hair spilling over her shoulders. I swallow hard, every muscle in my body going tight as she hops off the table.
“Please,” I rasp, voice cracking around the need.
Her finger trails down my chest, slow enough to make my lungs freeze. I suck in a sharp breath, waiting, hoping.
“You know…” She rises onto her toes, closing the space between us until her lips whisper against mine. “I quite like the idea of making you wait a little longer.”
Her lips brush mine, soft and warm, our breaths mingling before she leans in, deepening the kiss. When I try to chase it, to take control, she pulls back, a wicked smile pulling at her mouth.
“You made me wait long enough,” she says, stepping away. “I think it’s only fair you wait too.”
My jaw drops, and the air leaves me. I fucking love this side of her. By the time I snap out of it, she’s already walking toward the door, her hips swaying.
“Oh, and Hunter,” she calls over her shoulder. “No touching until I say.”
The door swings open, and she slips through it without a glance back, leaving me alone in my own damn bar, straining against my jeans and aching like hell. My pulse rings in my ears, the throbbing near painful, but I won’t touch myself. She gave me a rule.
And fuck me, I’ll follow it.
19
TRY NOT TO ORGASM OVER THE SMELL
