by Taryn Quinn
Oh. My. God. How hot was that?
She wanted to ask her easygoing, affable pal why he had his tongue pierced, but she couldn’t drag away to find out. She also couldn’t force her thighs together tight enough to relieve the sudden ache in her pussy.
“Justin,” she gasped. “Why—”
“Don’t wear it all the time.” The sparkle in his eyes as he eased back, sucked in air, and dove down for another kiss would’ve made her grin if she weren’t so damned turned on.
Then he started sucking on her flesh as if she were a cherry popsicle, and her mind went blank, except for one salient point.
She wanted to feel that tongue ring somewhere else.
Everywhere else.
Two
Justin tunneled his fingers through Kylie’s sleek cap of blond hair and drew her mouth a whisper away. “Still want that hot bath you mentioned on the way home from the hospital?”
She tilted her head until her hair tumbled into her bluer-than-blue eyes. Those sexy eyes had teased him across the bar for months, and he couldn’t believe he was finally seeing them cloud with desire. Again.
The first time had been so long ago he might as well have been looking into another woman’s eyes.
“I saw your tub,” she mumbled. “Definitely only big enough for one.”
“True.” He cupped her cheek, unable to stop touching her for a moment. Not when he’d waited so long, even if he hadn’t fully been able to acknowledge that wait to himself.
After their one-night stand, he’d moved on. What choice had he had? His attempts to find out what had gone wrong after their night together had hit a wall. A friendly, polite wall, but still one nonetheless. Then she’d started dating her boyfriend, they’d graduated, and that had been that.
Before tonight, Kylie had been off-limits, so he’d steered clear. Though he’d kept to his own boundaries, she was the reason he hadn’t pursued another woman since the day he’d walked into her bar six months ago. Anyone else was just a substitute, and a poor one at that. But now he could spend the night making her forget she was alone, as she’d asked.
Even if that meant he’d be left holding his dick afterward when she more than likely bounced back to her boyfriend, at least they’d have tonight. And tonight would be memorable. He’d make damn sure of it.
“So I guess we’ll have to try something else.” He peeled back the comforter and rose. “Bring this,” he said, pushing the cover into her hands as she stood.
She shivered, and he was willing to bet she wasn’t cold. “I don’t think we’ll need a blanket.”
Justin hooked a finger in the collar of his baggy T-shirt and bared her shoulder to his eager mouth. With one slow lick, her nipples hardened against his chest, and he had to fight every impulse to drag her down to the floor and fuck her right there. “You might be surprised.”
Before he could get lost in her, he led her down the hall to the master bedroom and crossed through to the en suite bathroom. He flicked on the light and glanced back to where she stood in the doorway clutching the comforter, looking small and bruised.
His throat tightened. “Listen, maybe this isn’t the best idea. You’re sore.”
Steeling her shoulders, she walked forward and cocked a brow at the impressive erection tenting his shorts. “And you’re not?”
“That’s different.” He tried not to groan as her hand wrapped around his shaft. As much as he wanted—needed—this night with her, he’d be damned if he hurt her in the process. “Besides, we’re in the bathroom.” He jerked his thumb at the narrow shower stall next to the tub. “A cold one of those and my soldier will stand down.” Her palm ground against the base of his cock. “Maybe two showers.”
Her husky laughter made it awfully difficult not to beg her to get down on her knees. “You’re bigger than I remember.”
“Am I supposed to be complimented or offended by that statement?”
“Definitely complimented. Goes along with that totally unexpected tongue ring and…” She trailed off as she rolled up his shirt and checked out the tattoo on his abs. “Man alive.” Her gaze swung up to his. “So hot.”
He wanted to preen like a peacock, but the already proud part of him was doing more than enough puffing up. “How about you?” He slid his hands under her T-shirt to stroke her smooth, supple back. “Any ink?”
“No. I’m a wuss when it comes to pain.”
“I don’t think so. You’ve barely complained once tonight, and I know you have to be hurting. Shit, you can’t even take meds. Maybe that’ll teach you not to do such a stupid, reckless thing again.” He couldn’t stop the censure in his voice any more than he could resist lifting her onto the counter.
“Maybe.” Her tongue swept out to wet her lips. “Maybe not. You’re not my daddy, so you don’t have a say either way.”
Because he heard the sly taunt in her tone, he didn’t get annoyed. No way would he let her play him so easily. He braced his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. “Does it count if I get you to call me Daddy?”
Her nose wrinkled adorably. “I hate that phrase.”
Justin laughed and leaned in to suck her lower lip between his teeth. “I could make you say it.”
She shook her head, making a sound suspiciously like “nuh-uh” while he worried her plump flesh between his teeth. By the time he finally drew her tongue into his mouth, her eyes were hazy with lust. “I could make you do things too,” she murmured between kisses.
He didn’t doubt it. “Like?” he asked, trailing kisses from her swollen lips to the tender line of her jaw.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her scorching center against his erection. “Like getting you to tell me why you got your tongue pierced. And this tattoo.” While she spoke, she rolled up his shirt again and feathered her fingertips over the black ink on his abdomen. “I could have an orgasm just thinking about either one.”
“Yeah?” That made him inordinately pleased, especially on the heels of her small dick reference. “So you remembered me as not packing much, huh?”
“The memory’s kind of indistinct, to be honest,” she hedged. “But at least that means I was remembering you in bed. That makes up for some of it, right?”
“Nice save.” Her wild movements against his groin picked up speed until he could feel her wetness soaking through the layers of their clothing. He closed his eyes. God, the thought of her damp pussy covered only by his boxers drove him wild. He reached between their bodies and pressed two fingers against her clit. “Fuck, you’re throbbing.”
“No kidding.” She grimaced and tugged up her T-shirt. “All over, but more there.”
“Hang on. Let me.” He pulled it over her head, unable to stifle his groan of pure appreciation at the sight of her bare breasts. They weren’t huge, just firm and perfect. Small nipples a shade darker than her peach skin peaked under his avid gaze, and almost immediately he felt liquid trickle down his shaft. “Look, fair warning.” He inhaled a ragged breath. “It’s been awhile for me. A long while. And—”
“Touch me, Justin.” She seized his hands and brought them to her breasts. “Everywhere.”
He spread his fingers, feathering them over her velvety skin. She let out a low moan. When he clasped his lips around her nipple, she urged more of her breast into his mouth, arching her back as he sucked. Every thought, every emotion rolled over her face, encouraging his own desire. Her cornflower-blue eyes burned as he switched his attention to her other equally needy nipple. Sweet, so sweet. She smelled like plums, freshly plucked and ripe. Tasted like them too. He sucked harder. This time, her fevered moan whipped across his nerve endings like a thousand cat-o’-nine-tails.
He’d planned on going slow. As crazed as their kisses on the couch had become, he had no intention of pushing her or rushing her into more than she could handle. Despite what she thought she knew about him, when he fantasized about them sleeping together again, he didn’t imagine leisurely mating accompanied by s
oft music. Kylie demanded hard, driving rock and quick, punishing thrusts.
His need for her slayed him. Right now he didn’t feel tender toward her. Not with the head of his cock pushing against the waistband of his shorts in a desperate attempt to get free.
She pulled him against her, almost demanding he devour rather than savor. “Easy,” he murmured.
“No.” Daring him, she reached down and slipped a hand into the plaid boxers she wore. The fingers she dragged back to her mouth glistened under the too-bright fluorescent lights. “Not easy.”
She let out a soft sigh at the first taste of herself, and he nearly wrenched her hand away so he could lick it clean. Instead of swallowing all the liquid she’d collected—and he knew just how wet she was from the brush of her covered groin against his—she painted some over her lower lip until it gleamed. She was baiting him, and he had no intention of resisting.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he leaned and dragged his tongue over her lip, groaning from her taste and the erotic feeling of her swollen flesh under his tongue ring.
“God. God. Do that to me here.” She rubbed her palm against her mound. “Please.”
His mouth curved wickedly. “Only if you call me Daddy.”
“I’ll call you any damn thing you want.” She smiled. “Except that.”
He grasped the waistband of his boxers and stripped them off her, taking as much care as possible not to jostle her legs or twist her back. The first thing he saw once he’d pulled them free of her legs was the nasty splotch of mottled blue and purple that wrapped around one shapely upper thigh. He went still, seeing other bruises, remembering other reasons for such a small, soft woman to be hurt.
“Justin.” Kylie skimmed her hand over his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
He made himself smile. With one look at that bruise, he’d been a six-year-old boy again. Every muscle had tensed in the classic fight-or-flight response, and his heart still drummed dully in his ears.
Kylie wasn’t his mother. She hadn’t been kicked around by the asshole she still claimed to love even after he’d fractured her bones and smashed her jaw. And goddamn it, he wasn’t going to relive discovering his mama broken on the kitchen floor.
Not again.
Slowly, Justin spread Kylie’s legs apart. The gentleness he’d lost reappeared. She wanted to forget. So did he.
Together they’d remember what it could be like to just feel.
He cupped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. “Legs on my shoulders,” he murmured as he knelt between her thighs. He inhaled the hint of raw need, the subtly sweet fragrance that was all Kylie. His mouth watered as she did as he’d asked and scooted even closer. He bent his head and kissed her satiny inner thigh, closing his eyes against her bruise. His lips swept reverently over her skin until she made the same yearning sound she had before.
“Please.” She widened her legs even farther. “I never took you for a tease.”
“Not teasing.” Hell no, he wasn’t. He fully planned to deliver. He tasted the crease between her leg and her pussy, swallowing the salt of her sweat and her intoxicating flavor. That second taste of her was his undoing.
After sliding his fingers through her small thatch of curls, he moved lower and pinched her flesh tight between his fingers, drawing the swollen lips into a narrow slit. Her wetness seeped out, tantalizing him. He took in the heady sight for a moment before lowering his head to lick, running just the tip of his tongue, then just the edge of his tongue ring, along the pouty seam of her pussy. She let out a startled cry, her hands clamping on his head to direct his movements.
“Oh God.” That she seemed to be mindlessly chanting the phrase under her breath made him smile even in the midst of savoring her. “Put your tongue all the way in me. Please.”
He pushed his tongue a little deeper inside, still holding her lips closed. He rotated the tip of his tongue slightly, drinking down her excitement. He’d never get enough. She rocked her hips and dug her nails into his scalp, begging him, but he continued his onslaught. He wanted her sopping. He wanted her to scream. And most of all, he wanted her to know exactly whose mouth had her, and that he was the only man who could make her feel like this.
This time when morning came, she wouldn’t walk away so easily.
“Yes, yes.” She ground against his face, spreading her arousal across his greedy mouth. “Oh, I want to come.”
“Almost as much as I want you to.” Her petulant tone made him grin, at least until her tugs on his scalp sent an arrow of heat straight down his back and into his aching balls. “Fuck, keep that up, and I will too.”
Playfully, she pulled harder while her heels rubbed into his back in an oddly sensual massage. He slipped his tongue deeper, sliding on her abundant wetness, and her hips rolled forward, offering him full access. Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged his tongue all the way in and relished her raw moans, knowing she had to be loving the feeling of the slick little nub on his tongue as much as he loved exploring her.
Nuzzling, nibbling, sucking, he used every bit of technique he had to make her come. The bathroom filled with the sounds of their joint pants, their mingled groans. His cock pulsed in warning, but he didn’t stop. He’d waited way too long for this.
Her toes dug into his back. “God, I’m almost—”
“I know.”
He pressed on her clit, and she cried out, her inner walls convulsing around his tongue. Wild spasms racked her body, pulling him into her pleasure. Watching her, swallowing the proof of her desire, satisfied him in a way he hadn’t experienced in so long.
When she finally sagged against the counter, her body limp, he gripped the pearlized handle of the cabinet and pulled himself to his feet. His shirt stuck to his skin, damp with sweat. Maybe he’d need that shower after all, especially since Kylie’s eyelids drooped so low her baby blues were barely visible.
“You okay?” He slid his hand around to the back of her neck and gave her a slow, simmering kiss.
“Oh yeah. So okay I just want to sleep.” Her laughter became a sigh as they separated. “God, you do that so much better than any man I’ve ever been with.”
“It’s the ring.”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” She laughed again. “But no, it’s you.”
“You’re my sexy muse.” Her hand wrapped around him again, except this time she peeled down his shorts first. Her bare palm against his cock felt like she was provoking a volcano, and dammit, he was about to erupt. “What’re you doing?” he asked, though it was pretty damn obvious. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”
“You’re beautiful.” She jerked him hard in her hand, kissing him so his groans spilled into her mouth. “This’ll be quick. I’m not at full speed yet.” She tugged again, her other hand reaching between his thighs to cup his painfully tight balls. “But I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
He didn’t want to come in her hand like an inexperienced teenager, but her brisk, abrupt movements made reasoning with himself a lost cause. Every time her thumb swirled over his slit, his knees trembled, and sweat trickled down the small of his back. “I’m not going to last.”
“That’s kinda the point.” Her tongue wound around his, an erotic corkscrew, while her hands worked him as roughly as he’d always wished a woman would touch him. “Let go, Justin.”
He didn’t need any more coaxing. As his orgasm roared through him, he gripped the counter, helpless to hold back his shudders. His gaze locked on his cock spurting onto her creamy thighs, on her delicate fingers spreading his release into her belly. “Just the way I like it,” she murmured, sucking two wet fingers into her mouth.
The groan that burst from his throat hurt his chest. She was so fucking dirty, so unbelievably sexy. “Take pity on me.”
“I didn’t blow you, did I?” She gave him a wicked grin. “But I intend to take complete advantage of you later.” She hopped off the counter and tossed him a flirty smile over her s
houlder that almost covered her wince. He knew she had to be hurting big-time, but she was working damn hard not to let it show. “I’m a naughty girl, much as I try to turn it off.”
“Why would you do that?”
A furrow appeared between her brows. “Sometimes things go too far.”
He wanted to ask. Nearly did, until sense prevailed. Now wasn’t the time. “No wonder we get along then.” He nipped her earlobe. “Because I’m a pretty naughty boy.”
“Since when?”
“You want a date?” Laughing, he gripped her waist. Then he realized she wasn’t laughing. He eased back. “We only spent one night together.”
“I know, but it just seemed like you were…”
“What?” He almost didn’t want to know.
“Normal, I guess.” She shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Normal? Ugh.” Apparently he should’ve tied her to his bed and whaled on her ass since he’d been neatly branded with the boring label. Her tone said it all.
What a pisser. He’d thought she just wasn’t interested in college. Turned out she didn’t enjoy him in the sack.
Nope, not the least bit demoralizing. Not at all.
Justin reached up to tweak her nipples, tugging them as hard as she’d stroked his cock. She moaned, the sound filling the bathroom. “News flash, Kylie. We’re not in college anymore, and things have changed.”
He attributed her sudden hitch of breath to his brisk touch and relaxed his grip. His hunger for her might not be sated yet, but after her accident, she needed to sleep.
And he had to get ahold of himself. Somehow.
“Time for that sponge bath,” he murmured, reluctantly releasing her.
She turned. “Oh, but—”
“No buts.” He’d already retrieved the washcloth from the cabinet under the sink. “You’re sore and sticky.”
Again her fingers trailed over her stomach. She reached up to cup her breasts. “Not nearly sticky enough.”