Part 15 (1/2)

He interrupted her with a kiss. ”Stay. It'd give me a perfect excuse to f.u.c.k you all night long. And I'll be a nice, obedient boy toy and give you morning s.e.x before taking you to work.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized asking her to stay overnight was a far cry from his usual never-stay-the-night, f.u.c.k-and-fly stunts. In fact, that they were at his place, half-naked, eating and joking after having s.e.x was already a huge aberration for him. They were heading into relations.h.i.+p muddle, but f.u.c.k if he could stop himself. He liked being with her.

She snorted. ”Obedient? Somehow I don't see you that way.”

She had that right. ”We can ride together to the library, give the volunteer ladies there something to talk about. Unless you're scared it'd ruin your reputation.”

”Oh, I'm okay with the walk of shame. Besides, I think my reputation is ruined already. I don't think there's a soul in this town that would believe you're up for immaculate dating.”

He traced his thumb over her lower lip. ”What do you usually eat for breakfast?”

She shrugged. ”All sorts of things, as long as they don't have refined sugar or flour.”

So not a cereal girl. ”Bacon, eggs, and coffee then.”

She puckered. ”No coffee, I don't like it. Anything that needs tons of sugar and milk to disguise its taste is not good.”

He chuckled. ”Ah, and your diet soda is...?”

”A problem, I know. I'm working on it.”

Her smile was so s.e.xy. ”Okay, so bacon and eggs and diet soda it is.”

”Cole...?” she asked, her voice shaky as he parted her legs and wedged his thighs in between. ”What are you...?”

”It's three a.m.,” he said, nipping her throat. ”I'm being a nice, obedient boy toy and giving you morning s.e.x. Take the s.h.i.+rt off.”

She began to shake her head, but he curled his fingers on the side of her neck and, tipping her head back, kissed her. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He could work around her hang-ups. And Christy was much more agreeable when she was aroused.

It took several minutes of him kissing and petting her, but soon she was panting and didn't complain when he slid her s.h.i.+rt off. She was flushed and for a second looked embarra.s.sed, but she complied.

”You're so beautiful,” he said as he tugged her mussed-up hair behind her, leaving her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her stomach exposed, his hands gently exploring her.

She rolled her eyes. ”You don't have to try flattering me with empty words. You're getting into my pants.”

He frowned. What was with her and compliments? He didn't like the way she acted when he complimented her, how her chin jutted out stubbornly, how her eyes narrowed in disbelief. Every time he said she was beautiful, she acted as if he was lying.

Not willing to have an argument with her now, he decided to let it slide. Picking a fight with her wouldn't help her loosen up.

”You need to learn I don't say things I don't mean, but you're right about one thing: I am getting into your pants.”

He lowered his gaze to the glistering moisture falling from her puffy pink folds, dampening her inner thighs. Just the thought that she'd gotten that aroused by him kissing and fondling her made his c.o.c.k pound in desperation. ”Make yourself come, babe...for me.” She blushed even harder. ”Come on, Christy, I want to see,” he said as he kissed her again and again, until she was back in that haze state where she seemed to forget all her inhibitions.

”You lick them this time,” she whispered, placing her fingers in front of his lips.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Her fingers were small and cool, and her eyes glimmered in excitement as he licked her.

Slowly she took her fingers from his mouth and brought them to her p.u.s.s.y. Just like that he was ready to come.

She played with herself, a bit awkwardly, eyes closed, head tilted forward, hair falling over her face-hiding.

”Don't hide,” he commanded, harshly stroking himself.

She obeyed, her hungry stare roaming over him, almost undoing him as it settled on his raging hard-on.

Little by little, as her cute fingers became bolder, she got more adventurous and tipped her head back, her legs opening more. Breath labored, her back arched, pressing herself against her hand.

She was trying and she was close, but she didn't know how to get where she needed to go.

”Do you need any help, sweetheart?”

She nodded. ”Yes, please. Make me come, Cole. I ache.”

”What do you want, sweet thing-my fingers, my c.o.c.k, my mouth?”

She blushed. ”I...ah, I want it all, Cole.”

At her words he got even harder. She was such a contradiction. Shy and embarra.s.sed one moment, daring and wicked the next.

He kissed her hard. ”Let's start with my fingers, shall we?”

While she kept playing with her c.l.i.t, he burrowed two fingers in her clenching p.u.s.s.y, then hooked them and rubbed her G-spot.

She whimpered.

”You feel amazing, baby.” He took one of her hands and brought it to his c.o.c.k. ”Feel how hard I am? You do this to me. Come for me, Christy. Show me how much you want me.”

”Oh G.o.d, Cole, I-”

”I got you. Give it to me, Christy. Now.”

He flicked his tongue over the side of her neck and took a bite, suckling and drawing her flesh inside his mouth.

She came, long and sweet, her tight p.u.s.s.y squeezing him, her whole body trembling in his arms.

c.o.c.k leaking like a motherf.u.c.ker, legs shaking, and heart about to come out of his mouth, he watched her, mesmerized. He loved the way she came. Her body tensed while her whole expression relaxed, mouth slightly parted, eyes closed.

As she began relaxing, she covered her face and shuddered in silent laughter.

”What's so funny?”

”I hate kitchens. Nothing good ever happened to me in a kitchen. Except for now. I think I love your kitchen.”

He pulled her to the edge of the counter and, taking himself in hand, directed his c.o.c.k to her puffed-up folds. ”And you're going to love it more by the time I'm done with you.” He slid up and down her slit, circling her tender c.l.i.t, reveling in her shudders. When he was totally wet from her juices and completely crazed from need, he poised at her entrance.

”Are you ready for me now? I need you so f.u.c.king badly it hurts.”