This is one of those times I really love being a woman. To feel so powerful at the submission of a man. As Stetson tongues the ring piercing through my nipple, my body intensifies with a fierce possession over him. Acting on that feeling, I reach a hand out to run through his hair and yank at his salt-and-pepper strands. Anything to intensify this moment.
His blue eyes immediately find me, not once letting up from his sucking. “I like you on your knees for me, Stet. Handing over the power looks good on you.”
A chill of flattery and pride fills me instantly with his words in response. “I never had the power, my love. It’s always been yours.”
And that right there is why I trust him with everything I am. He doesn’t wait for me to say more. No response is needed to a statement like that. It’s a good thing, too, because whatever he’s doing with his tongue has my pussy throbbing. I need more.
I’m thankful Stetson parked closer to the back of the lot by the lake, giving us plenty of privacy from our side. Shocking even myself, there’s a thrill deep inside me knowing Austin and Stetson’s family and friends are close by. All it would take is letting our guard down for a second, and we’re caught. I hear laughter and cheers as each of them takes turns jumping into the water from the rope swing, and the sizzle of the barbecue as Kyle grills the burgers he claims to be the world’s greatest at making—but none of those sounds appease me like Stetson’s growl against my nipples does.
The way he tastes me like I’m his favorite delicacy.
The indulgence he’s always claimed me to be is nowbecoming a craving that needs to be filled. Rectified. Savored.Consumed.
I’d be perfectly content leaving Earth just like this. At the mercy of Stetson Cole’s mouth.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to help myself any longer. My sensitivity to nipple play has become the thing that could have me coming without any contact to my pussy whatsoever. Abandoning my nipple, I fight the urge to riot as his lips pepper kisses and suck the sweat off my skin.
“Is that a hickey?” I peer down at the now purple bruising near my belly button and gape at Stetson in alarm. “Oh my god. You just gave me a hickey.”
A mischievous grin finds me, and my heart can’t handle it. He’s too handsome. Too dangerous for his own good, taunting me with those baby blues. “It’s not like Austin will be seeing you like this. So, I’ll mark you however I damn well please.”
I shove his shoulder playfully, horrible at masking how much I actually like him defiling me. “That’s for me to know and Austin to find out.” It’s been years since I’ve had a hickey. I’m thirty. Not eighteen and sneaking around with my stoner boyfriend in the back of his Nissan Altima. Being with Stetson like this makes me feel young again, and with the trajectory life has taken me on as of late, I could use a bit of youthfulness.
The sweep of his tongue and sucking of his lips creates a delicious tension in my belly, my core damn near soaking my bikini bottoms. Not one, but four hickeys mark my lower stomach, and I secretly love knowing I get to keep a piece of Stetson with me. It’s when the sudden slapping of my pussy through my bottoms sends shockwaves of both pain and pleasure throughout my body that I yelp without reservation.
“What the—” A cross between a moan and a scream leaves my lips.
“Trying to get a rise out of me, Cove? We’ve already established how fucking savage I become when your name is associated with any man but me. But you have yet to see how ill I get at the vision of them seeing you likethis.” He shoves the fabric of my bikini into the center of my core. “I won’t play nice.”
A haze of lust clouds my thinking. I just want to be fucked. “What happened to being a Southern gentleman?”
He growls loudly, and I’d be shocked if it went without an audience. “My manners are gone to the wasteland, baby girl.” As quickly as he dropped to his knees before, Stetson rises and slings open the truck door, my body in his firm hold in seconds. “Did you forget what it’s like to be the woman I take? Because I won’t just take you. I’ll steal you for an eternity, and then some, ruining you for the rest of your days. There won’t be a you without me. Cove and Stetson. Until hell takes over,” he growls in my ear, laying me across the front bench seat.
I’ve forgotten my name. What was life like before Stetson? Hell if I know, and I never want to find out.
“Remind me, Stet. Fuck me with your tongue.”
“Maybe I should mark the inside of this cunt.” My bikini bottoms are gone. Tits putting on a goddamn show. I arch into the first swipe of his finger, my center soaked with arousal. “You have no idea how hard my cock is right now. And just knowing all your little city boyfriend has to do is round the truck, and he’ll have a front-row seat to me devouring your wet pussy makes me even harder.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, my hips stirring in search of friction.
His tongue licks me from bottom to top. “Would that make you happy, Cove? To be watched?”
Surprisingly, yes.“Oh god.”
“Not exactly the response I was looking for. Answer the question.”
Despite Austin meaning absolutely nothing to me, the image of him, or anyone for that matter, watching Stetson eat my pussy like his life depended on it, would have me coming fast and hard.
A dark chuckle vibrates across my center. “Figures we’d be perfect together. I don’t enjoy sharing, but when it comes to killing off needy stragglers who can’t take a hint, I’ll play along. Now, lie back and take your pleasure.”
Stetson leaves no room for debate or further conversation, just tastes me at a nonchalant pace. He’s got nothing but time. Unhurriedly teasing, tasting, and savoring my pussy like it’s a reward. Something he’s missed and longs to enjoy at whatever rate he chooses. I can hardly hold back my cries as he draws my clit between his teeth, pulling at the swollen bud and swirling his tongue around my center.
He’s a master at multitasking, something I’ve found men my own age severely lack. Praise all things holy for Stetson’s experience with other women. They’ve assisted in perfecting his sexual talent, supplying me with a man of developed experience.
But from here on out, I’m the woman who gets to satisfy his healthy appetite. Me. Not them.
Two fingers enter me and curl just where I like them. He remembers the triggers of my body. Another thing that makes him an anomaly. “How’s my girl? Feeling satisfied yet?”
