Page 8 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
We stumbled through the room, all limbs and teeth and tongue. We weren’t pretty, but hell if I didn’t care either. I wanted her and that’s all that mattered. Seeing her in that bar, looking as good as she did, and wanting a man to touch her, yeah, that wasn’t happening.
So, I stepped up.
Dumbest move I could have done.
But I won’t regret it.
Not if it got me here. But here is where it had to stay because I didn’t do relationships. I wasn’t built that way.
“Out of your head,” she grumbled, yanking my shirt out of my jeans and tossing it over my head before letting it fall to the floor. Her lips trailed over my jaw and down my neck, biting at the pulse point and I groaned. My head fell back as my hands grabbed her ass, lifting her up, but her lips were still on my neck, sucking.
Shit, I hadn’t had a hickey since high school, but it felt good to have a woman want to claim me in such a manner.
“All this ink,” she finally said, running her hands over my chest.
“I like it.”
“I do too,” she teased as I laid her on the bed.
“I also think you’re far too over-dressed,” I told her.
“Let me fix it.” She sat up, tossing the shirt over her head, along with her bra, and my breath caught. She had a sternum tattoo, a simple crystal type necklace that fell between her breasts and it was the damn hottest piece I had ever seen, and I've tattooed women’s pussy lips before. But it had also really ticked me off that someone was so close to these breasts.
“Damn, that’s beautiful,” I told her, running my hand over it. She squeezed her breasts together to trap my hand and I leaned down, rolling my tongue around one nipple before moving to the other. “I also like how you aren’t timid here, getting what you want.”
“Life’s too short to be timid.” Her hands moved into my hair, and I sucked hard on her breast, leaving my own mark. Two can play her game and I can own and claim her like she did to me.
“Ready to come again?” I asked, finally pulling back to undo her pants and push them off of her. “Because I want to feel this pussy coat my mouth.”
“Let me feel your tongue on me, please Keith.”
A man’s breaking point, no matter what shit he wanted to claim, was always hearing a woman beg. It just did something to him. And this was no different.
I settled between her thighs, hooking a hand under her leg to spread her open and another over her stomach in place. And then I dived in, like a man starved. And maybe I was. It had been ages since I had sex, probably even longer since I had eaten a woman out.
But I had never had anyone who tasted this sweet.
I swirled my tongue around her clit, making her jerk under my arms. She arched upward, her nails clawing at my scalp, and I relished the sting of pain. She was going to use those nails to undo me tonight, and I was here for it.
I slipped a finger into her soaking core as my tongue flicked her clit quickly, edging her closer to the edge.
“Shit, Keith,” she moaned, pushing more of herself in my mouth. I sucked hard, making her buck as much as she could, but as I felt her walls start to flutter around my fingers, I pulled back, making her cry in frustration.
“What the hell,” she said, sitting up.
“Good things come to those who wait.” I climbed off the bed, shedding my pants and boxers, making her jaw drop at my hard dick. I stroked it once, then twice as she licked her lips. She crawled over to the edge of the bed and before I could stop her, she sucked just the head in her mouth, making me clutch her head to steady myself.
Fuck, her mouth felt too damn good.
And I was too close to blowing to allow her to do that.
Nope, I wanted to coat the inside of her with all of my release.
“Brittani,” I moaned, tugging on her hair. She looked up at me, ready to deep throat me and hell I wanted that too. But I wanted to be inside her more. I tugged on her hair again as she stopped. “Lay back,” I told her, moving between her legs, spreading her wide.
“Bossy,” she said, and I chuckled as I lined up with her entrance, slowly slipping just my head in, teasing her. “Keith,” she groaned and while I wanted to take this slow, to savor her, that wasn’t going to happen. Just feeling her heat surrounding me and her juices coating me was enough to set my teeth on edge, and I held her open.
“You’re right,” I told her. “And I'm sorry,”
