Page 29 of Smartasses
He brushed his thumb over her slightly parted mouth. She shivered and nipped his thumb. Giving in to the wicked temptation she offered, he lowered his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss, melding his lips to hers, not waiting for an invitation to sink his tongue into her luscious mouth. Dragging his hands upward from her hips, he lifted her sundress higher as he went until he had to pull away from her to pull it over her head and fling it across the room. He’d no more than done that than he dipped his head back down, feasting on her mouth as he plastered his hungry body against her, rocking against her even though the friction wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted—needed—more.
He wanted to watch her tits sway as she rode him until she couldn’t come anymore, have her fall into a sweaty heap beside him to sleep, and then wake up a few hours later to do it all again and again and again. Fuck. Was there anything more dangerous than that? Easing back from her, he fought to steady his breathing and get the world back on an even keel. Fucking to prove a point, that was all this was. It was all it ever could be.
He rocked his dick against the crotch of her soaked panties, slow and steady, so unlike his heartbeat. He didn’t seek out her kiss-swollen mouth. Instead, he zeroed in on the base of her throat, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, then licked his way up her throat, bringing his mouth against her ear.
“Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?” He ground his cock against her, squeezing her ass cheeks in his firm grip. “This is what you do to me every time I so much as think about you, and it’s only been a few days. I guess I should be grateful. A few months, years, with you and I’d be lost.”
She stiffened in his arms. “Put me down.”
He stilled against her, their position as intimate as it could be with her still in panties and him still in his jeans. Way to go, asshole. How about you keep your jerk mouth closed unless someone writes the lines for you? He knocked his forehead against the wall but released his hold.
She glided down his body until her feet touched the carpet and pushed him back several paces so that the back of his knees nearly hit the bed. Not giving him time to recover, she swept her leg behind his and knocked him down onto the Snow White comforter.
“Just fucking, huh?” Her hands were on the button of his jeans, flicking it open with ease. “Is that all there is between us?” She yanked down his zipper and shoved down his jeans and boxers. “Fine. Then let’s fuck. One more for the road, right?”
He lay flat on his back, never moving a muscle while she stripped him, turned on beyond belief, her ferocity making his balls ache. And as she stood, looking down at him as she slipped off her bra, he deliberately slid his right hand across his pecs, over the flat landscape of his abs and stopped only when he wrapped his long fingers around the base of his shaft, rubbing his cock in long, slow strokes.
Watching him, she cupped her tits and rolled her hard nipples. “I will miss seeing you do that.”
“You like watching me jerk off?”
“Almost as much as I like this.” She strutted to the edge of the bed, lowered herself, and planted her knees on either side of his thighs before wrapping her hands around his wrists and bringing them up over his head. She ran her hands down his arms, keeping herself positioned so that her center hovered directly above his hard cock but didn’t touch it. It was fucking torture. Without hardly any effort he could pull his arms free, flip her, and sink balls deep inside her, but there was something about the way she was looking at him right now — half in awe and half out of her mind — that made him want to find out what she’d do next. He didn’t have to wait long. She lowered her head to his pecs and lapped at his flat, dusky nipple, drawing him into her mouth and sucking.
His moan echoed in the room, and he bucked against her just enough to bring his dick into direct contact with her.
She clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. “I don’t think so. Not yet anyway.”
Still holding his arms in place, she scooted higher over him, kissing her way up across his shoulders and up his neck, teasing him within millimeters of losing all control.
“Just.” She brushed her lips across his but pulled away before it developed into a real kiss. “Fucking.”
He practically heard glass shattering at that moment when his control broke. Slipping free of her hold, he moved his hands to her round hips, rolled her over, and settled himself between her splayed legs, then he bent down to take her mouth with an intensity that shook him to the core. His tongue swept inside her mouth, teasing her until she writhed beneath him, her busy hands gliding over his thighs to his ass and urging him wordlessly to move against her. On this point, they were in agreement. He lowered himself until his cock lay nestled against her core, her damp panties the only thing between him and her pussy’s slick tight grip.
His hands were everywhere at once, caressing her tits, skimming across her stomach, and finding their way between her panties and her silky folds. He dipped a finger into her entrance, his thumb circling her attention-starved clit as her wanton moan filled the hotel room. The sound reached somewhere deep and primal inside him, but he wanted to push her, make sure she always remembered this, remembered him.
He dipped his head lower, taking the elastic band of her panties between his teeth and dragging them down her legs. Pushing her legs back open as wide as they could go, he kissed and licked his way up her calves and thighs, not stopping until he arrived at her slick entrance.
“Say it, Aubrey,” he said, his words pressing up against her swollen flesh as his tongue and fingers worked in concert.
“Say what?”
God, that breathy about-to-come tremor in her voice nearly killed him, but he had to do this. He had to prove the point. “That this is just fucking. That it doesn’t mean anything.”
“You’re an asshole, Carter.”
“Yes.” He felt her tighten against him, so close to coming, and he stopped, stilling right as she was on the edge. “Say it anyway.”
“It’s just fucking.”
Like a gullible fool, he would have sworn he heard a catch in her voice, but he knew better. She’d lied to him for the entire cruise. Why stop now? He sure as hell wasn’t. Renewing his efforts, he lapped at her clit and worked his fingers inside her, focused on making her come so he could block the rest of it out. Then her muscles locked and she came undone.
Her taste still on his lips, he leaned back and grabbed his jeans, pulled a condom from his wallet, and unrolled it over his cock as he watched her come down from her orgasm. He wouldn’t forget the sight. Her blond hair fanned around her as she looked up at him with that dazed, satisfied look in her eyes. It was almost enough to make him forget. God knew he wanted to because Aubrey was right. This had never been just fucking.
And when he slowly sank into her, inch by inch until he filled her completely, he knew that for all of this being a way to make her remember him that he’d be the one who’d never forget. Fuck she felt so good, so tight and hot around him, and he gave in to the moment. Forgetting everything before and after as he thrust into her again and again, reaching down between them to roll his thumb over her straining clit. It didn’t take long to put him on the edge as she rose up to meet his every stroke.
“Aubrey, I—”
He had no idea what he would have said after that because her orgasm hit hard, his name on her lips as she tightened around his dick, and he came with her.
