“No, you’re gonna come.”
His lips closed around my clit as his tongue circled it. When he gave it a good suck, his fingers dipping in and out, I cried out; my legs shook, a massive orgasm shuddering through my body. Rumbling sounds came from him as he feasted and sent the release into overdrive. Everything went black as my pussy clenched over his fingers.
“Rick, ohhh! Rick, fuck me!”
I’d actually meant that last part rhetorically, but as I stopped clenching and panted to catch my breath, his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me down. He flipped me onto my knees.
Barely able to hold myself up, I leaned on my elbows and did my best to keep my ass in the air.
I cried out again as his thick cock filled me from behind. My legs continued to shake as he grabbed my hips, pistoning in and out. The leather of his cut rubbed my ass over and over. If he didn’t have a firm grip on my hips, he’d thrust me straight into his nightstand head first, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I moaned as my fingers struggled to grip the hardwood floor; I did everything I could to hold my head up.
“Rub your clit,” he instructed through ragged breaths.
Steadying my weight to one forearm, I reached down and let my pointer and middle finger open around him, and mypalm rubbed over my clit. His slick cock slid through my fingers as he went in and out of me.
He grumbled from behind me, then pulled out. I gasped as his fingers went inside. I was going to protest when I felt warm jets splattering over my ass.
He still fucked me with one hand as the other came around and moved mine out of his way. “Come again for me, baby.”
Able to relax onto both arms again, I leaned into him as he worked me with his hands. My already shaky legs began to quiver as another intense wave flowed through me, squeezing inside. My hips continued to rock my clit against his fingers.
Mewls and pants flew from my mouth as the room closed in on me. My head hit the cool floor, but I couldn’t raise it, and I didn’t care. Briefly, it seemed as if I was floating. All I could still feel was his hands on my pussy, his jeans and leather against the back of my thighs and ass. No floor beneath me. Nothing else around me.
Finally, as the waves stopped crashing through me, my body turned to jelly, but he slowed the fall and laid me down gently.
He straddled my back, brushing my hair to the side before his lips pressed to my neck. “I’ll give you a few minutes, but I’m gonna eat that pussy again before you pass out on me.”
Mumbling, I said, “If even a light breeze hit my clit right now, I may jump out of my skin.”
He chuckled from behind me, then climbed off before he smacked his palm over my bare ass. He wiped something overmy cheek to clean me up, but I was too lazy to look back to see what it was. Then he dropped another firm smack over the spot he’d wiped.
I squealed but couldn’t move. “I feel like you’re trying to distract me.”
He lifted me from the floor and pulled me sideways onto his lap. Thank God he didn’t try to make me straddle him because seriously, my whole lower area needed a warm blanket and a rest.
“I think you distractedme, Sparrow,” he said, cupping my breast with one hand. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. When I told you I’d do whatever necessary to keep you, I meant it. But hopefully you’re okay with staying here until we find a place.”
Even though my nipple was sensitive, like every other nerve ending in my body, I didn’t move away from his hand. The touch was just light enough that it didn’t send me into a spiral, and even though I couldn’t handle anything else right now, I wanted his hands on my skin. “So again, you just decided we’re going to live together?” I asked as I stared into his dark eyes.
“I don’t want to spend any more time apart from you. I’m not saying it’ll always be easy, but I’ll work every day to make it worth it.”
“I have to stop letting you get me off track with your dick because I fear you default to that when we are arguing.”
His brow furrowed and his hand stopped circling over my breast. “We weren’t arguing before. We were having a conversation.”
The devilish charm and self-assurance was part of why I fell so hard for him before. “Well, let’s just put this all out on the table now.” I pulled away from him, standing in all my naked glory. “You need to be undressed, though. This doesn’t seem fair.”
He stood, pulling his cut off, and hung it on a hook near the door. Taking his shirt off, he said, “I don’t mind stripping for you, but just so you know, I feel like you being naked gives you the upper hand in negotiations.”
Hands on my hips, I said, “Fair is fair. Now lose it all.”
He certainly was a glorious sight. Hard lines, perfectly round muscles, thick thighs, a tight, round ass you could bounce a quarter off of, and that beast between his legs, just wow.
“May I sit?” he asked as I inspected him, my eyes going back to the sparrow on his chest over and over.
“You stand. In fact, go to the other side of the bed and stand.” Maybe my idea of nakey chatting wasn’t such a solid plan. He was incredibly distracting.
