by Penny Wylder
"I could have stopped."
"What?" Her voice is dazed.
I grin. "I could have stopped, and made you wait until morning to finish fucking you."
She opens her eyes, glaring at me. "You'd have watched me make myself come, then." I laugh, and she realizes that I'm joking, and her expression eases. "I'm glad that you didn't do that."
"Me too."
Her eyes slip closed again. "This is a great bed, you know that?"
"I do."
Diamond's eyes close and she snuggles down against the comforter, and before I know it, she's asleep, breathing deep and even. I'm usually the one that falls asleep first, even if I try not to be. But right now, I don't feel like sleeping. I'm electrified.
Separating myself from her, I clean up before coming back to the bed, and moving her under the blankets. I take the other side, knowing that I need the sleep, even if it seems very far away.
I knew that I'd end up with someone here in my bed with me, but she's different than I imagined. She's...refreshing. Funny and sexy and I'm going to break my own rule, because I know that I'm absolutely going to fuck her again before both of us leave this suite. Maybe more than once.
That rule was put in place after First Shot became a success, when some women started thinking that because I slept with them a couple of times they had some kind of claim on me. Ever since then it's been one and done, though not every day like the Dirty Thirty is supposed to be. I turn, and look at Diamond's sleeping face. We're far from Green Hills, and she doesn't know who I am. Venturing back in one more time won't hurt. Besides, that was the best sex I've had in years. I'd be an idiot to walk away after just once.
But I do have to walk away. Those are the rules.
I watch Diamond's back slowly rise and fall in sleep, and let it guide me to my own.
I feel before I’m fully awake. Heat and slickness and movement. God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a dream like this, and I don’t want it to end. There’s a flash of coolness as the tongue leaves my cock, and suddenly there’s a warm mouth cradling my balls, sucking one and the other and back again.
It’s not until the sound of pleasure leaves my throat that I realize this is not a dream. Diamond’s body is between my legs, lips wrapped around my balls and she’s sucking them like they’re the best damn lollipop she’s ever had in her life. Suction so perfect that I can’t see straight.
I was already hard, because naturally my body is going to sit up and smile when a beautiful woman puts her mouth on me. But every last drop of blood I’ve got floods to my cock when I look down and see movement under the blanket as she sucks.
I’ve never had a woman suck my balls without my asking—or telling—her too. Diamond is sucking on them like she craves the taste. Like it’s the only thing she wants to do in the world, and she could spend eternity happy, mouth stuffed.
Her tongue teases me, flicking back and forth over my skin as she hums. I think she knows that I’m awake now. Fingers close around my shaft, stroking me while her mouth works, and I curse under my breath. The vibration of her laugh feels fucking good. Fucking miraculous.
Grabbing the blanket, I rip it off both of us, and the sight of her mouth stretched around my balls and her slim fingers working my shaft is enough to make me come right now. The tip of my cock is already wet and anticipating what she’ll do next.
It’s the longest I’ve ever had a woman go down on my balls, and I think I might love her a little for that. Every pull of her mouth reaches deep into my gut and draws out pleasure. Even my shaft jerks every time she sucks me deeper.
Releasing me, she meets my eyes, black hair messy and flying everywhere. Her eyes are sparkling with amusement and arousal. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I say, voice hoarse.
“I thought I could repay the favor,” she says lightly.
I swallow. “You’re doing a hell of a job.”
Diamond’s smile is as bright as the sun shining through the window. “Wondered if you were a ball man. Decided to find out for myself.” And she doesn’t give me a chance to speak as she sinks down again, enveloping them between her lips.
The feeling is fucking indescribable. Her hand is moving on my shaft again, in time with the suction of her mouth, and my balls start to tighten. I’m going to come, and soon.
“I—” I can’t even finish the sentence. My brain is flatlined with overwhelming pleasure.
I reach down, gripping her hair with my hand, and as good as her mouth feels on my balls, I want to see her swallow me. I want to see my come leaking from her lips. She looks up at me as I grip her hair, and my voice is rough with sleep and pleasure. “Suck me, and don’t stop until my cum is in your throat.”
Diamond moves her mouth back to my cock, and I pull her down onto it, loving the way her lips stretch around my shaft. I’m too big for her, but she’s going to swallow all of me anyway.
I hit the back of her throat, and she holds me deep. I’m so aroused that it’s all I can take. Pleasure barrels through me like a train, and my climax explodes. It fills her mouth, overflowing from her lips even as she swallows me. I don’t think it’s ever going to end. This may be one of the best orgasms of my life.
She grins when I’m finished, releasing me from her mouth, and licking her goddamn lips to catch what she missed. “Holy fuck, Diamond.”
“Happy Birthday.”
“The best present a man could ask for,” I say, reaching for her and yanking her to me. She squeaks as I lift her, pulling her upwards and higher, until I can grab her hips and haul her over my face where I can reach her pussy. “And good girls deserve presents too,” I say before licking her, swallowing that sweet taste that I find so fucking addictive.
And I devour her pussy. The best fucking breakfast. Happy birthday to me. I make a mental note to thank Brennan for not letting me stay at First Shot yesterday. Without him, I wouldn’t have my mouth buried in this perfect cunt. She’s so wet she’s dripping into my mouth, and my dick rises again in a salute.
She tastes sweet and sharp and rich, and the fact that she’s aroused beyond belief is not lost on me. Having my balls in her mouth turned her on. Hell, she might even be wetter than when I first got her into bed last night. If that’s what gets her this wet and aroused, she can suck my balls any day of the goddamn week. Every morning. We’ll make it a task she can’t leave the bed before completing—if I were ever going to see her again.
“Glenn,” she gasps. “You don’t have to—oooh.” Her hands land on the headboard, and she’s moaning as I graze my teeth across her clit. No edging for us this morning. We’re going straight to the end zone and not looking back.
I grab her ass and pull her onto me, finding her entrance with my lips and licking deep. She spasms above me and I can barely contain my smile. I like feeling her shudder as I fuck her with my tongue before licking back up to her clit and back down. I like the slick feel of her, knowing that it’s all for me.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”
Absolutely. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck. I’m relentless, using my tongue to stroke her and never stopping, even for a second.
Diamond’s begging dissolves into nothing but moans, keening as she starts to shake. I can feel her thighs quivering and I pull harder, drive her higher, enjoying the sound of her voice breaking as she goes over the edge, body jerking out of her control. She grinds against my lips, fucking my mouth, taking her pleasure. I don’t let go.
Even when she’s falling out of the orgasm, I keep sucking, liking the little spasms and aftershocks I can feel. Any man who claims he doesn’t like eating out a woman is either a pussy or a goddman liar. There are few things better than knowing you can wreck someone with your mouth.
She collapses beside me in a heap, taking deep breath after deep breath. “Why are you so good at that?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Lots and lots of practice.”
“Ugh, I don’t want to know
that!” she says, tossing a pillow at me, but she’s smiling. I catch the pillow and pounce, rolling over her so that she’s underneath me. She’s soft and utterly female. Gorgeous. My dick was already hard again. The feel of her makes it harder.
Like I said last night, this rule is made to be broken.
She’s staring up at me, and I’m staring at her. I need to move and get a condom, but I can’t. Not yet. I like the way she feels pressed up against me too much.
Her lips are swollen from blowing me, and she’s completely flushed from her orgasm. She’s so fucking kissable, and I can’t resist. Not just because she’s gorgeous and I’m about to have a great time fucking her, but because Diamond is fun to kiss.
I was too drunk to think about that last night, but she kisses me back perfectly. Lips and teeth and tongue pulling me in and pushing me out and challenging me. They make me want to conquer her lips, but we’re only ever in a stalemate. I try harder, and so does she.
“Glenn,” she says, breaking the kiss. “You’d better be planning to fuck me right now.”
I laugh. I’ve never met someone like her. Most of the women I’ve been with don’t want to say what they want. They want to make sure that you’re happy and that they’re not an inconvenience. I like that she says what she wants. I like that I can tease her.
“I was,” I say, smirking. “But now that you’ve said it, I’m not sure I can.”
She wraps her arm around my neck and pulls me to her. Those perfect breasts are pressed against my chest and it’s making me so hard that I ache. “Your cock. In my cunt. Right. Now.”
“Let me grab a condom,” I say, rolling off the bed and finding one in my suitcase. I swear that I’ve never put a condom on so fast in my entire life. When I turn around, Diamond is looking at me. Her eyes lazily drift over my body, and she smiles slowly.
I smile back.
Crawling up her body, I drag my lips across her skin. Tasting her again, teasing her nipples, the same gorgeous shade of pink as her lips. I could spend days exploring every inch and crevice, finding the little unknown spots that make her gasp and moan. And then I reach her actual lips, and I kiss her deep as I thrust in, taking her in one brutal stroke.
Her body goes still with shock, and then I’m rewarded with a moan into my mouth as her body accepts me and she wraps her legs around my waist. I plunge into her sweet pussy as deep as I can go. She asked me to fuck her, and I fuck.
Our hips grind together, the sound of skin on skin mingled with our groans, and I move faster. She likes to be hammered, and I brace myself on my arms above her, forcing myself in to the hilt. I’m a battering ram. I will not slow until she breaks, comes on me, is so thoroughly ruined by her orgasm that none will ever compare.
Diamond tenses. And when I plunge in again, she breaks apart, shuddering in my arms, mouth open in a silent scream as she comes. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, fisting it harder than I ever could.
I grit my teeth, barely holding myself back from going over. I’m balls deep in pleasure so good I can barely see. I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, smoothing out my rhythm, slowing it down, so we can both breathe.
She reaches for me, and as she does, I grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath me and resuming my brutal speed. Diamond’s back arches, and this time she does scream, overcome with another orgasm and her whole body spasms in pleasure. I want to keep going, keep her coming until her throat is raw. But I can’t.
It’s too much. I can’t hold it back any longer and I go over, shouting my pleasure as I do. I thrust in one last time and hold myself deep, cock jerking as I come, spilling myself in hot jets.
Both of us are shiny with sweat and sex and I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I lower myself to the bed beside her. “Shit, woman.”
She laughs, breathless. “You too.”
We don’t say anything for a while after that, both sated and recovering. Finally, when my heart rate has returned to normal, my stomach growls. “Breakfast?”
“I could eat,” she says.
I gesture to the bedside table on her side of the bed. “The menu is right there for room service. Order whatever you like.”
When she picks up the menu and looks at it her eyes go wide. “This has to be the most expensive food in Nashville,” she says.
“Not quite, but close.”
She snorts. “I changed my mind. I don’t need anything.”
“Do you remember what we drank last night?”
She thinks for a second, and then her cheeks go pink. “I had forgotten.”
I smirk. “Some room service isn’t going to ruin me. Please, get what you want.”
She looks at the menu again, this time with real interest, but also shyly. I would guess that most of the time she doesn’t interact with rich people. Neither do I. And frankly, I try not to act like a rich person; they can be awful. But in situations like this, when it makes life more fun, it can be useful.
She picks up the phone and orders some food, and when she looks at me, I point to a couple things that I want too. When she hangs up, her smile is shy. “Thank you.”
I smile. “It’s no problem.” The silence hangs between us for a second before I say. “There are a couple of bathrooms in here, if you’d like to shower.”
A slow, sexy smile crosses her face. “You don’t want to shower together?”
Seeing her body naked and wet? My dick is already hard just thinking about it. My voice is low when I speak. “If we got in the shower together, not only would we not be out of the shower before our food arrived, but I think I’d have a hard time letting you out of there for the rest of the day.”
I see her shiver, and I smirk, because I like how my words affect her.
“Good point,” she says. “I wish I could.”
“Plans later?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah. Baby shower. Not mine,” she corrects quickly.
“I think I would have,” I say, laughing. “Anyway, I’m going to shower. Feel free to use whatever you need.”
“Thanks.”
I look back at her as I walk toward the bathroom, naked body glistening in the morning light, before it disappears from view.
4
Diamond
Sweet lord. I close my eyes after watching Glenn’s absolutely perfect ass disappear around the corner. I hear the shower start to run, and I slump back onto the pillows.
This isn’t what I expected when I went out last night. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be in Nashville. I’m not even a one-night stand type person. But last night after the encounter with that creep and all that whiskey…
I don’t regret a thing. Because Glenn is sexy as fuck and that’s the best sex I’ve had in a really long time. Since before Alex and all that shit. Damn.
All I want to do is go back to sleep, but I’m covered in sex, and I have to get back to Eastborough. I’m not exactly thrilled about my sister’s baby shower. I shake my head because I don’t want to think about it. It’s the last place that I want to be, but if I’m going to get any help or respect from my family in the future, I have to be there. No matter how painful it is.
I drag myself off the bed and find an empty bathroom in the full guest suite that’s branching off of this one. Holy shit. Glenn must be loaded. It didn’t really sink in until he reminded me about the whiskey. Because that bottle is like…three grand.
I don’t want to think that I’m here taking advantage of his money. Honestly, I would have left with him even if he had just bought me a beer and not an absurdly expensive bottle of whisky.
My mind flashes back to that last orgasm, and I smile as I turn the water on. God, I would have loved to spend the day in the shower with him. Just thinking about watching Glenn lather up and stroke his cock has my mouth watering and it’s not even real. Dammit.
I wash my hair and body, noticing I’m sore. It’s been long enough since I’ve had sex, even longer since I’ve had sex like that.
Fuck it, I’ve never had s
ex like that.
When I step out of the shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy robe, because who doesn’t love a fluffy robe? There are voices in the main suite, and I can tell through the muffled words that our food is here. I go on a hunt to find all my clothes that Glenn stripped off of me last night.
Even though I’m not embarrassed, I blush pink, my body warming to the memory. I peek out of the door, and the big table that’s out in the dining room area is now piled high with food. I ordered pancakes and eggs, and Glenn ordered an omelette of some kind. But there’s not just that.
There’s fresh fruit and a selection of juices. Milk, syrup, tea, coffee, and the plates of food that we ordered. “Wow.”
Glenn is sitting at the table already, sipping a cup of coffee and looking at his phone. He has fresh clothes on and is barefoot, hair still damp from the shower and delightfully tousled. In the light of day and new clarity of mind that’s not impaired with alcohol and sex, it’s even easier to see how fucking hot he is. Sandy blond hair and rich brown eyes, not to mention his body. All I can see right now are his forearms. I’ve never been able to figure out why those are so attractive, but they are.
He looks up at me and smiles, mouth tipped up on one side. “Yeah, they do a good job with breakfast.”
“This is way too much food.”
“Speak for yourself,” he winks.
I pour syrup on my pancakes. They’re so good that I moan. Not only is all this food seriously over the top, but it’s delicious. Glenn devours his omelette in what seems like just a few bites.
Now that we’re not in bed, I’m not exactly sure what to say to him. Do I ask for his number? How would that even work? He clearly doesn’t live in Nashville. He could be from anywhere.
I keep glancing at him and I can feel him looking at me whenever I’m looking away. It’s like a middle-school dance. A little awkward, but not the worst.
“How long are you in town?” I finally ask, taking one last bite of the pancakes.
He clears his throat, and his eyes fix on me. “I leave today.”