Page 19 of Bourbon Truths
Nodding, she undid my belt and went to work on the fly. I kept my hands trained to stay on the wall, encasing her head so I wouldn’t be tempted to help her. I wanted her to do it on her own, even though she was working at a snail’s pace, most likely on purpose.
“Take your time, babe. I have all fucking night.”
She visibly swallowed, boosting my confidence even higher.
Finally, she worked my jeans down, along with my briefs, allowing my cock to spring free. It was hard, so fucking hard that when she touched it with her fingers, it almost ached. I needed release, and I needed it badly.
“Tell me how fucking hard I am,” I demanded as I leaned over and spoke directly into her ear. In the dim red light, I saw the goosebumps that rose on her skin from my proximity.
“Kace,” she moaned.
“Tell me,” I gritted out.
“You’re so fucking hard,” she whimpered. Her deftly skilled hand ran up and down the length of my cock.
“You did that to me. Your fine-ass body, the way you pressed against me, the heat of your pussy on my lap—you made me this hard, Lyla, so tell me, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”
My mouth was against her ear as I spoke, and my chest was inches from hers, moving rapidly up and down. She pulled away to look me in the eyes, to see how serious I was. What I wanted to convey to her was I was beyond serious. I needed her, right here, right now.
“Well?”
Her hands dropped from my cock and captured my face with her hands. With brute sexual force, her lips landed on mine, causing me to push her harder into the door. Instantly my mouth opened to hers, granting her access to everything I had to offer.
Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, playing with my senses, lighting me on fire.
“Do you want me?” I asked, pulling away from her kiss and running my tongue along her neck.
“More than anything,” she confessed.
Pride beamed in my chest, and that was all it took. I was hanging myself over the edge for this moment and this moment alone. I just wanted one more taste of her.
My hands left the door behind her and found her hips. I pinned her against the hard wood and then ran my hands up her stomach, but this time, I didn’t stop below her shirt. Instead, I connected with the underside of her exposed breasts and found her hard nipples. Her breasts were fucking praiseworthy. They were more than a handful and so fucking round and perfect I wondered if they were augmented in any way, but from the feel of them, I knew they were natural, making it that much harder to forget this gorgeous woman.
“God,” she cried as I gripped her breasts hard, playing with her nipples. I squeezed them, plucked them, rolled them until I didn’t think I could take the feeling of her breasts in my hands any longer.
My dick twitched as her body occasionally grazed it. I needed more. I was ready to explode. I was done teasing.
“Grab my wallet from my back pocket,” I said into the side of her neck. She listened well and did what was told. She didn’t even need to be directed further. She knew what to do. She opened my wallet and pulled out a condom.
Quickly, she put my wallet back in my pocket and pulled the condom out of its wrapper. Without asking, she sheathed my length in record time and then looked up at me.
“Take your sorry excuse for shorts off,” I demanded.
“Sorry excuse?” she asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.
Leaning forward, I said, “Do not fucking play with me. You know those shorts are too revealing. Now take them off.”
Without another word, she pushed them off and toed them away. Her bottom half was naked, only a pair of heels gracing her feet. I looked up at her shirt and with a shake of my head, pulled it up, exposing her breasts. My mouth quickly found her nipples and I sucked.
Her head flew back, hitting the door, but she didn’t mind as she pushed her chest further into my mouth. Slowly, I ran my hand down her stomach and hovered right over her pussy. She made little pelvic thrusts into my hand, letting me know exactly what she wanted.
Knowing I needed the same thing, I gave in to her demands and pressed my fingers inside her heated core. Instantly I was hit with how wet she was, for me. Heat blazed through me from the knowledge that I was able to turn on such a gorgeously beautiful woman like Lyla.
Not wanting to take my time anymore, I grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around my waist, lifted her, and then guided my dick inside her. One thrust was all it took. I was fully inserted. We both groaned at the same time from our connection. With the way her chest was moving at a rapid pace, I knew this wasn’t going to take long.
I grabbed hold of her face, looked her in the eyes, and then descended on her mouth once again. With each thrust of my hips, my kisses grew deeper. Her hands simultaneously ran through my hair, making me feel dizzy from the way her nails scraped against my scalp.
A heady combination of lust, yearning, and something deep I didn’t want to explore at the moment hit me, and it hit me fucking hard. My thrusts started to become uncontrollable, and her cries grew louder and louder with each passing connection.
