She couldn’t decide whether to laugh or groan at that.
Lance laid himself back, head propped on a single pillow, and patted his chest. “Climb on, sweetheart. Drown me in your pussy.”
Chapter seventeen
All-In
She’d experienced oral sexexactly one time before, and it had not involved her sitting on her lover’s face. Lynnette wasn’t so naïve as to never have heard of the position, but actually taking it? It felt all kinds of wrong. She wasn’t terribly overweight but that didn’t mean she couldn’t suffocate the man. She practiced good hygiene, but she hadn’t shaved or waxed her pubic hair in a while.Maybe this wasn’t—
The thought fled from her as Lance latched onto her hips and tugged her down, until she could feel his mouth at her core. And by the time her brain processed that, he was in motion. Kissing and licking over her, teasing her clit with flicks of his tongue, and groaning as his hands flexed into her skin. The sound was as indecent as his tongue was delightful and Lynnette had to brace herself on the headboard. Sparks of something she could only describe as euphoria continuously fired through her, taunting her with a release she could never give herself.
Lance wedged his tongue up inside her, flattened it, then licked her all the way to her clit in one long motion. He groaned in a way best described as orgasmic while his hands dragged down to her ass. And Lynnette finally understood. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hips rocking faintly against his jaw, and her hands dropped to his hair. He was feasting on her, on her body, and somehow, they were both enjoying it.
His tongue circled her clit again before he sucked it fully into his mouth, and the sparks inside her finally ignited. Lynnette cried out before she could catch herself, before she could think to try, her hips grinding down on him as the pleasure rocked through her.
Just when the delightful intensity ebbed into that fuzzy state of relaxation and her body went limp, unable to hold itself upright, Lance moved. He caught her and somehow repositioned them so her head was on the pillow beside where his had been, and he was leaning over her with a wide, glistening grin.
“You’re fucking delicious, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his fingers skimming over her skin. He bowed his head, trailing lingering kisses along her throat. His wandering hand settled over one of her breasts, cupping and squeezing. “Need to taste more of you.” He swept his tongue through the hollow at the base of her throat and pinched her nipple, making her moan. “All of you.” His head moved lower and he sucked her neglected nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her areola before drawing back to tease the hardened peek with his teeth.
Lynnette arched into him, her breathing still unsteady. She moved a hand to his torso and let her fingers wander the contours of his muscles while he lavished her breasts with alternately rough and gentle caresses. Soft kisses, firm squeezes, nips of teeth, a rub of his thumb—he was determined to tantalize her until she exploded from the inside.
Finally, her fingers found the loosened waistline of his pants and dipped beneath. Her angle was wrong to do much more than brush the pads of her fingers against skin that ought to have been covered, but it sent a message.
He grinned against her, gave her boob one last suck, and let it slide from his mouth as he looked up at her. “You ready for me to fuck you so good you forget what year it is?”
She was too breathless to laugh, so she smiled and let her fingers follow the trail of fine hairs back up his abdomen. “It’s highly unfair that I’m naked and you’re not, don’t you think?”
He licked his lips, the green brightening in his eyes with a heated intensity. “I do.” Lance reached down, caught her wandering wrist, and brought it to his lips for a ridiculously gentlemanly kiss before he rolled off her. “One thing you should know, to brace yourself,” he said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
Lynnette raised a brow at what sounded like words of caution. “Brace myself?” She really hoped he wasn’t about to boast about his size.
He shrugged and for a split-second she would have sworn she saw a dusting of something like muddied red darken his face. “About a dozen years ago, I lost a bet. And since I’m a man of my word … well, you’ll see.”
Lynnette blinked, thoroughly confused.
Then he shoved his clothing down, toed off his socks, and crawled back onto the bed. There was still a layer of gauze around his wounded leg, which didn’t surprise or even distract her. What did, of course, catch her eye was the impressive cock standing up at attention between his legs. And she could admit, to herself, that he might have been in the right to boast about his size … if that were what he’d done.
But why the hell mention an old bet?The lip she hadn’t realized she’d pulled between her teeth as she raked her hungrygaze over him suddenly popped free when she saw it. What he had to have meant. Her lips lifted and a breathless laugh choked from her. “Is that— Does that really say—”
“Cannon,” Lance supplied. He dragged his thumb along the side of his shaft, from root to tip, in a move that was simultaneously sensual and emphasizing the unexpected tattoo adorning his length. The word ‘cannon’, all capital letters, curved up from his base and ended just shy of his head.
She couldn’t imagine how much that had to have hurt.
“A bet,” she said after a long second, finally tearing her eyes away from the unique sight. It was unexpected, yes, but it was just ink on skin. It didn’t actually detract fromhim.
He shrugged, lips twitching in a lopsided grin. “A few of us had a little too much to drink and were very, very bored. Bored Marines do stupid shit.”
Her eyes flicked down to the tattoo. “Why that word?”
“I was Artillery,” he said. “One of the nicknames for that field is ‘Cannon Cocker’.”
Lynnette let out a groan as the rest of the joke played out in her head. Drunk young men daring each other to do stupid things, or making bets with stupid costs, of course that kind of group would associate a term like that with this result.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Lance said, taking advantage of her distraction to crawl over her properly. His voice dropped to a thrilling vibrato. “Might not be my sexiest tat, but I still know how to use the equipment just fine.”
She managed not to laugh that time and instead reached up to loop her arms around his neck. “I don’t know,” she teased, “you might have to prove that claim, boyfriend. Show me what you can do with your cannon.”
He chuckled and dipped his head, teasing her lips with his tongue as he rolled his hips and let his hard length grind against her mound. “Spread your legs for me, Lynn,” he murmuredwithout lifting himself up. “You’ve seen what’s yours.” He nipped at her lower lip, the licked it in a soothing motion. “Now it’s time I claimed what’s mine.”
