“Rooster,” I whispered. He had hurt me. And I didn’t move on. I got on with my life, but never moved on. But while I wanted to toss a drink in his face, I honestly didn’t want him to hurt the way he’d hurt me.
Still holding my hand over the sparrow, he said, “This only beats for you.”
“Stop talking,” I said, looking up into his dark eyes.
His lips met mine and we fell to the bed. His heated skin pressed to my stomach and my hands caressed the solid planes of his body. His woodsy scent was faint but tickled my nose. He slid down my body, his mouth tasting his way down.
His teeth grazed my pert nipple through my bra but I needed more. Reaching beneath me, I undid the clasp and he helped me pull the straps off. His mouth quickly went to my bare breast, his hand to the other.
My hands went to his hair, pulling the tie so I could runmy fingers through it and pull him closer. His tongue rolled over my nipple before his teeth teased it gently, sending my back arching off the bed as his hand tended to the other one. But after licking, biting, and sucking one, his mouth moved to the other for the same treatment.
I wiggled my hips, needing to feel more. I wanted to feel him everywhere. “Rooster, more. Touch me.”
He chuckled against my nipple, the low hum a different but welcome sensation over the sensitive bud. He sucked hard, forcing a gasp from me before he leaned up and began working my pants off.
Lifting my hips to aid him, I watched as he slowly pulled the legs down, taking my panties with them. My pussy ached, desperate for his touch and my hips moved on their own as his eyes roamed over me.
“Rooster, please,” I begged.
He dropped to his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed by the back of mine. “Remember what I said at the ranch?” he asked as he dragged a finger down my slick folds, then popped it in his mouth. His eyes closed like he was savoring his favorite ice cream.
But I was delirious with need, my hips rolling, trying to get closer to him. “Which part?” I asked breathlessly.
He finally leaned in, his tongue lathing from my opening to my clit before his lips closed around it and he sucked hard. My hands flew down, sending the overnight bag to the floor. “Rick, fuck!”
He released my clit, sticking two fingers inside as hegrinned up at me. “That’s right, baby. Government name when I make you feel good. Now yell it when I make you come all over my face.”
He went back down, his fingers working inside as his tongue and lips mastered my clit. My legs twitched as his tongue flicked over the swollen bundle and he growled. He was eating me like an animal devoured its prey.
My body flushed and my pussy pulsed around his fingers.
“Come for me, baby.”
Stars burst behind my eyes as all the pressure he’d built up exploded. Every nerve in my body prickled as he sucked my clit and worked his fingers deep inside. “Rick, Rick, oh God. Rick!”
My legs shook then tightened around his head. He ate me as I rode the orgasm out, and slowed as I finally loosened my grip on him.
As I panted to catch my breath, practically a pile of jelly on the bed, Rooster gently kissed my thighs before pressing them further apart. “Fucking beautiful.”
Twenty-year-old me would have felt insecure that he was inspecting my pussy after having his face in it, but twenty-eight-year-old me needed more. “Rick, I need you inside of me.”
Chapter 12
Rooster
My cock throbbed in my jeans. I wanted her so badly. Tasting her again was intoxicating. I could eat her for hours, days. But I wanted to beinside of her, and she just told me she wanted me there.
I’d not been with many women since her, but still kept condoms on me just in case. I had urges like anyone else–male or female. Women who didn’t like sex just weren’t getting fucked properly. And I’d be sure that wasn’t an issue for her.
Pulling the condom from my wallet then shedding my jeans and boxer-briefs, I made quick work of sheathing up then crept over her like my prey, tasting each section of soft skin on my way up. My hand cupped her swollen pussy, and I slipped a finger inside her channel.
“Still soaking wet,” I said as I worked another inside before taking her perfect rose-colored nipple into my mouth. The smell of her arousal mixed with her signature citrus fragrance was so perfect I’d bottle it and wear it like cologne if I could.
She moaned and writhed under me, her hands grasping at my hair. It had been so long since I had her, I wanted to take my time, but my cock was fit to burst.
“Rick, please,” she begged, tugging my head up to hers.
Slinking over her, I took her lips, plunging my tongue deep inside. Her hand reached between us, trying to guide me inside but I pushed it away and pulled my lips from hers.
