Part 9 (1/2)

She clung to his forearms, her hips lifting into the movement, wanting more, urging him deeper. He watched his hand, his expression intent as she came for him with a sudden quick clench on his fingers.

'Very nice, honey, but we know you have more, don't we?'

She dug her nails into his arm. 'We do, but not here. How about we leave the was.h.i.+ng and come back for it later?'

His fingers remained embedded inside her as he continued to thumb her c.l.i.t. 'But I like this, I like you right here coming for me.'

Robyn opened her eyes wide at him. 'Dakota, we're in public!' G.o.d, wouldn't that look good, pictures of her fornicating in the laundromat with an unknown cowboy. Not that he was unknown of course. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. 'What happens if some of those fans of yours walked in? What would you do then?'

'Nice try, honey, but I'm not stopping.'

She moaned as he added a third finger, widening her with every subtle stroke, setting her up for another climax.

A loud cough echoed off the walls and Dakota went still. Robyn tried to pull away from him but he held her trapped against the machine. She turned her head a fraction, tried to isolate the sound, realized it came from the back of the shop and started to pray.

With one swift motion, Dakota put her on the floor behind him. She peeked over his shoulder as a large Latino lady with a name badge that read 'Maria' came out of the back room and headed for the first tumble-drier. Without speaking, Maria dumped the contents of the drier into a basket, picked it up and retreated back into her closet.

Dakota grabbed Robyn's hand and headed for the door. She tried to slow him down, to tell him her jeans were still unzipped. He took a sharp left turn which brought them down the side of the laundromat. Hot air and pieces of multicolored fluff danced in the shadows, pumped out by the enormous fans.

'What are you doing?' Robyn asked.

'I'm not finished yet.' Dakota shoved his hand back inside her soaking wet panties, lifting her on to her tiptoes. 'Come for me again.'

He worked her hard, all four fingers pumping into her, his thumb placed firmly over her c.l.i.t. His kiss was just as possessive, claiming her mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers, making her moan and writhe against him. She came again, cried his name into his mouth, felt his murmured approval on her very breath.

His arms closed around her and held her tight. The thick rod of his shaft pressed hot and urgent against her belly.

'Touch my c.o.c.k, honey, do it fast, make me come.'

She unzipped him and wrapped her hand around the thick base of his shaft. Restricted by his jeans, she worked his c.o.c.k with both hands, shoving his dripping erection through her fingers until he started to shudder and curse and call her name.

His hand covered hers and the thick heat of his come spurted between their interlocked fingers. He lowered his head to her shoulder and let out a long breath. His heart pounded against hers as he held her close.

'I want you, Robyn. I want inside you.'

She closed her eyes, enjoyed the weight of him slumped over her, the scent of his sweat and come, the yearning in his voice. 'OK.'

'Really?' He lifted his head, stared right into her eyes.

She swallowed hard. 'Yeah.'

He slowly kissed her forehead and zipped up her jeans. 'Let's go and put the was.h.i.+ng into the driers and make use of that motel room one last time.'

Chapter Eight.

Robyn allowed Dakota to march her back to the motel, her hand held firmly within his grasp. As soon as he shut the door to their room he was on her, his mouth locked onto hers, his hands smoothing down to cup her b.u.t.tocks and press her firmly against his erect c.o.c.k.

'G.o.d, I want you so bad, honey.'

His murmured words made her tear at the snaps of his s.h.i.+rt, even as he dragged her T-s.h.i.+rt over her head. She struggled with his belt buckle, heard him groan as her fingers fumbled with his zipper. He fell to his knees, pulled her jeans down with her panties and helped her step out of everything along with her sandals.

She gasped as his tongue licked her c.l.i.t and delved between the moist layers of her s.e.x.

'Open your legs wide for me, baby, let me taste you.'

Robyn grabbed on to his shoulders as his mouth worked its usual magic, probing, licking, nuzzling, taking her higher with every stroke. His fingers joined in and plunged into the slick wetness he'd created, dueled with his tongue to drive her wild. Robyn sucked in a breath.

'Oh, G.o.d, I'm going to come.'

'Yeah, do that, honey, all over me, that's right.' Dakota crooned the words against her pulsing s.e.x, shoved his tongue deep to experience every sensation right along with her. She was the most responsive woman he'd ever f.u.c.ked. Her body so quick to come for him again and again that he'd never get enough of her.

He got to his feet, shucked his s.h.i.+rt and then took off her bra. Her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth. With a groan, he bent to his task, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth as he sucked.

Her hand slid inside his jeans and fastened around his shaft. He circled his hips, let his pre-come lubricate her fingers until he could move more freely. She shoved down his jeans and underpants and he worked them off along with his boots. Raising his head, he stared into her pa.s.sion-filled brown eyes.

'I want my c.o.c.k in you, right now.'

For once she didn't say anything sa.s.sy. She nodded and backed toward the bed. He helped her stretch out and pushed her knees wide so that he could get the perfect view of her p.u.s.s.y. He leant over her, hands planted on either side of her hips and studied her lusciousness.

He licked her c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue until it felt as hard as his c.o.c.k. 'Do you want me, honey?'

She moved restlessly against the sheets, driving him even wilder. 'G.o.d, yes.'

He licked her again, circled her opening, lingered on each subtle fold of her p.u.s.s.y lips until her hand fisted in his hair. He raised his head and licked his own lips. 'Are you sure?'

Her hand tightened, almost bringing tears to his eyes. 'Yes!'

Dakota shook his head and climbed off the bed. 'You'll have to ask more nicely than that.'

She sat up, b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving, eyes shooting sparks, and lunged for him. He didn't try to avoid her, just drew her close into his body and held her tight, his c.o.c.k riding against her belly, his teeth nipping at the hollow of her shoulder. With his free hand, he undid her braid and ran his fingers through her long hair.

'G.o.d, you're beautiful when you're angry.' Her teeth sunk into his arm and he laughed. 'Ask me nicely, Robyn.'

She jerked her head back, her smile all teeth. 'f.u.c.k you.'

He captured her chin, risked a quick kiss on her mouth. 'No, you have that wrong. Say ”f.u.c.k me, Dakota.”'

Still holding her tight, he reached across to the bedside table and located the pack of condoms she'd left there earlier. He grabbed one and used his teeth to open it. She wasn't fighting him anymore, her gaze fixed on the condom, her wet s.e.x rubbed the underside of his c.o.c.k as he rolled the condom down.

He maneuvered her back down on to the bed and straddled her. 'I want to hear you say it, Robyn, I want to hear you tell me to f.u.c.k you.'

'Why? You're going to do it anyway.'

'No, I'm not. This has to be because we both want it. No going back, no pretending you just went along with me.'

She groaned. 'Dakota, this is just a f.u.c.k, not a commitment. We don't have to sign a treaty or anything.'