“Yeah, maybe when you finish telling me about the trip out this morning.”
“Right. Blondie from the club and church yesterday? Apparently, when I told her that the only thing she ever was to me was a number in my phone, I wasn’t clear enough. She showed up this morning, about gave the morning gatekeeper a heart attack with her shit. I reminded her, again, that her and I were never anything and wouldn’t ever be something.”
“I’m guessing the claws weren’t part of your end game?” I turn and kneel in front of him. With one hand to his chin, I move his head to give me a better look at the angry red welts on his skin. “Do you need a rabies shot?”
I am so busy looking at the marks, and trying to decide if he needs antibiotics or something stronger, that the rough, deep laugh that bursts from his lips catches me off guard. I jump slightly, correcting myself before my knees can do some serious damage to his manhood.
“No, babe. No shots. Although, if you want to play nurse, I won’t argue.”
“Shut up,” I laugh. “Seriously, do you need me to rough her up?”
“Jesus, you’re serious right now, aren’t you?” He quickly sobers when he sees that I will, in fact, go offer up a good twat punch or two. “Babe, I got this. If you see her, do not even go near her. If I’m not there, call me. I would say I don’t think she will be an issue, but after her little stunt this morning, I’m not really sure what she will do next. I can promise you, there is no fucking way she misunderstood me this time.”
“Let’s hope so. I don’t share. Never learned.”
“Never shared? Jesus, you kill me. Now, come here and kiss me and make it better.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. Our lips seal together, and I immediately respond to this man. By the time I finish ‘making it better’, there’s more water on the floor than is left in the tub. But, I climb out of that tub with some serious satisfaction that some psycho ex hasn’t ruined the morning.
Chapter 13
True to his word, we spend the whole day Sunday wrapped up in each other. The times we manage to come up for air to refuel only end up with even more incredible sex in random spots around his house. I don’t want the day to end, but with Monday morning coming quicker than I wish, I know I have to get home.
“Stay,” he mumbles into my neck when I try to leave the bed. I am sore in places I have never been sore before. It is the best feeling.
“Can’t. I have to be in at 7:00.” I am trying, unsuccessfully, to leave his warm cocoon of sex.
“Leave in the morning,” he replies, while snaking his hand down my body and over my wet lips. “Stay.”
“Greg, really. I can’t stay, I have to be up, and I actually have to get some sleep to get up.”
His fingers stop their movement, and within seconds, I’m on my back with his hard body over mine. “Come back tomorrow?” His blue eyes are searching mine, and there isn’t anything but unspoken promise reflecting in them. “Come on, Beauty.” His hips start rubbing against mine. With each thrust forward, the metal through his dick hits my clit, and send shocks through my body, electrifying my skin and burning my blood. “If you won’t stay, at least say goodbye right.”
This man… it is glorious to knock him down a few notches on the ego scale. Watching his eyes spark when I give him a hard push off of me, then and jump on top is priceless.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, rubbing my swollen sex against his hard body. “Did you want a goodnight kiss?”
“Yeah, Beauty, give me a goodnight kiss, and I might let you leave.”
With a laugh that is too loud even to my ears, I slide my hands up his corded arms and pull his arms above his head. “Don’t move.”
Leaning up, I run my hands down his hard chest, leaving red lines where my nails pass over his heated skin. Not hard enough to hurt, but it’s enough to make him feel the bite. “Ready for your kiss?” He’s close to snapping, and I fucking love it. Without giving him any warning to my intentions, I crawl off his body. He raises one dark brow as I kneel close to his shoulder. “Pucker up, babe,” I say, and with a little twisting and maneuvering, bring my lips to his, and my mouth wraps tight around his throbbing dick.
I lean up slightly when I feel his large hands grab my hips and pull me closer to his mouth, his fingers digging into my skin to make sure he doesn’t lose his hold.
“You aren’t following the rules.” I joke.
He gives me a sharp bite against my pussy, lifts his mouth off just enough to speak, and grunts, “Fuck the rules. Goddamn you taste so fucking good.”
When he brings his lips back and clamps down, I moan like a whore and bring my lips back down to his cock. The rings throw me for a second until I learn how to work them, and more importantly, how he likes me to work them. When I flick the ring through the tip, he moans. When I put my lips around both piercings and swirl my tongue, his whole body jerks and he growls against my clit. He almost flies off the bed when I take him deep in my throat and swallow around the tip.
“Fuck!” he roars against my skin, turning his head and biting down against my thigh. The only thing he does is fuel my desire. I take him as deep as I can before slowly dragging my mouth back up. “Meliiii…,” he trails off and after a few seconds of feeling his abs clench against my tits, he brings his mouth to my wet center again and digs in.
We continue to duel against each other for a good ten minutes, silently daring the other to come first, but when he takes one of the hands tightly gripping me, and runs a finger lightly across my ass, I know I won’t last long. He trails his finger from each end until he sinks it deep. With just a few deep stabs, I’m coming against his tongue. I pull my mouth free and scream loudly.