“I’m using it as in you better start fuckin’ me and not be fuckin’ with me.”
“I love your logic, and your use of the word fuck. Very inventive.”
“It’s my favorite word. So many uses.” He pushes my palm against his hard, rigid cock. “But right now, I want you to quit being fuckin’ annoying, so we can get to fuckin’.” He winks at me. “See what I did there?”
“Very inventive using them both an adverb and a verb.”
I grasp the zipper and slowly ease it down. When I reach in and wrap my hand around his thick girth, he hisses out a breath. He nods as his eyes slide shut. I push his back to the mattress and lick my lips. He looks bigger than I remember, if that could be possible.
When I lower my head and take him in, he pulses against my tongue, and I let him slide further down my throat. He digs his fingers into my hair with a rough, feral grunt. I fist him,sucking him like the sweetest candy. The silent room fills with his groans and my lips smacking against his swollen flesh.
“Harder, babe, suck me harder,” he demands.
I increase the pressure pulling at him, milking him, wanting him to feel every swipe of my tongue, every squeeze of my lips. I move faster, and when his hips lift, I know he’s close.
“Fuck yeah, babe, swallow me whole.” Bolt’s body stiffens, his thighs flex, and his warmth fills my mouth. I keep at him, taking all of him, then licking him clean before resting my head on his thigh.
“Shiiit,” Bolt mumbles. “That was fuckin’ amazing. The club girls could take lessons from you.”
“I’m thinking you mean that as a compliment.” I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this man’s raw honesty.
“Fuck yeah, it’s a compliment. They do too much biting, not enough sucking. I don’t get it ‘cause some of those chicks are sucking off a few guys a night, and they still can’t get it right.”
I chuckle. “Maybe that’s the problem.”
“Whatever. I don’t give a fuck, ‘cause you sucked me dry.”
He reaches down, and a second later, I’m draped over him with his lips clamped to mine. “Love the taste of me on your lips.”
He rolls me under him, and again I’m floored by his overall strength and how he effortlessly moves me around. Both amazing and a bit daunting.
He braces his hands on the mattress and smiles down at me. “I ain’t nowhere near done with you yet.” Then he leans back. “Up on your hands and knees.”
He reaches for the nightstand, yanks open the drawer, and rummages around until he pulls out a string of condoms.
I cover his hand with mine. “Stop.”
CHAPTER 2
NICOLETTA
Bolt’s brow furrows when I take the condoms out of his hand.
“I’m on the pill, and Brad and I hadn’t had sex for at least three months before he died. And there was no one else.”
“Shit.” He stares at me like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle.
“What I’m saying is,” I continue, “you were the last person I had sex with, and we used a condom.”
“Yeah, I always strap up, but I still get tested. Came up clean a week ago.”
“So, I think we’re good.”
“Shit, babe, we’re better than good. Taking you raw would be fuckin’ amazing.” He cups my face. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” Again, his concern floors me in a way I wouldn’t have expected.
His expression changes to a teasing snarl. “I think I told you to get up on your hands and knees, right?”
