He kissed the scar, and then the swell of her breast. She inhaled shakily, eyes closed.
“I need to feel you against me, sweetheart.” He started to take off his shirt, and she opened her eyes, helping him.
“Oh God,” she said breathily, her hands playing over his chest.
He slid his hand to the nape of her neck, bringing her mouth to his, reminding himself not to get too wild with her. More than a year of pent-up passion mounted inside him as she ground against his hard length and they devoured each other’s mouths. The feel of her bare breasts against his chest brought his carnal desires roaring out. His hands were on a mission, touching her everywhere at once—caressing her breasts, moving through her hair, groping her ass. He couldn’t get enough of her. Every touch brought a sharp inhalation, an untethered moan, or a rock of her hips. He was going to lose his fucking mind.
He broke their kiss and growled, “I need my mouth on you.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking hard.
“Ah, yes!” She grabbed his head, arching forward, holding his mouth to her breast, demanding, “Harder.”
The need in her voice made his entire body throb. He lowered her to her back on the blanket, and she lifted her hips, brushing against his cock.
“I’ll get there, sweet thing,” he promised. “But we’ve both waited a long time for this. There’s no way we’re going to rush through any of it.”
He laced their hands together, pinning them beside her head, and dragged his tongue along her lower lip. When she leaned up for more, he pulled back.
“I told you I won’t rush this, baby, and I never lie.” He ran the tip of his nose along her cheek, breathing her in, and said, “Trust me, Chloe. I’m going to make you feel better than you ever thought possible.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Not half as much as I am.”
He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her deep and a little rough, testing the waters. She craned her neck up, trying to give as much as she took.
Hell. Yes.
He thrust his tongue against hers, exploring, possessing her mouth, and then he eased to a series of slower, tender kisses. When she bowed up beneath him, he gave her what she wanted, kissing her harder, deeper. She moved with him, her sexy sounds begging him to take them further. They kissed for what felt like forever, and he was lost in those kisses, lost in her as they made out fast, then slow, sweet, then rough. When he finally drew back, they were both breathless.
“Your mouth is a piece of art, baby.” He traced her upper lip with his tongue, and she made a whimpering sound. “I fucking love your mouth.”
She panted out, “I love kissing you.”
“What else do you love doing with your mouth, sweetness?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer as he slid his tongue into her mouth, stroking over hers without making contact with her lips, leaving her mouth gaping as their tongues teased and taunted.
Her eyes narrowed. “More.”
“Oh, you’ll get more.” She was so demanding, he pushed the boundaries a little further and said, “One day I’m going to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”
Heat flared in her eyes.
“You like that idea, baby?”
“Almost as much as I like the idea of your wicked mouth between my legs,” she said haughtily.
Oh yeah, sweetheart. Cut loose with me. “I knew we were a perfect match.” He traced his index finger along her lower lip, and she licked it, a challenge boldly appearing in her eyes. He slid his finger into her mouth and said, “Suck it, baby. Show me what I have to look forward to.”
She didn’t suck his finger. She licked along the length of it, teasing him until his cock felt like a steel spike.
“Fuck, sweet thing. We’re going to set this world on fire.”
CHLOE WAS SURE she’d died and gone to sexual heaven. She’d never been so brazen, but Justin made her feel safe enough to say things she’d never imagined saying out loud. He made her feel so much more than anyone ever had, and she wanted things with him she’d never wanted before. She’d never been with a guy who talked dirty, even though she’d craved it like a drug. Justin’s dirty talk drove her as wild as his kisses as he blazed a path down her body, whispering naughty promises between sucks and licks. He was as masterful at turning her on with his mouth as he was at flirting. He teased her with his tongue, circling her nipple until she was writhing and arching, pleading for more. He brushed his scruff along the sensitive skin on her breasts and grazed his teeth over the taut peaks, sending rivers of pleasure slicing through her.
“Oh God,” she said, fisting her hands in the blanket.
He lifted his eyes to hers. “Too much?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
“Baby, I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever fantasized about, and then some,” he promised.
He covered her breast with his mouth, sucking so deliciously she cried out. She’d never been happier about not having neighbors. He squeezed her other nipple, and she tried to press her thighs together to quell the yearning, but his big body was wedged between them. He ground his erection against her center, making her panties wet with the friction. Heat spread through her like wildfire as he masterfully took her to the brink of orgasm. He shifted onto his side, lying next to her, still loving her breast with his mouth, and stroked her through her panties with his hand. She spread her legs wider, needing more. Thank the heavens above he took the hint and pushed his fingers into her panties, stroking over her wetness. He made a low rumbling sound of appreciation.
“Shaved bare and beautiful,” he said hungrily. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
She choked out an embarrassingly horny sound, and the edge of his lips tipped up in a sinful grin. “That’s right, darlin’. I’m going to make you so glad you took the time to do that.”
Ohmygod. Justin took dirty to a whole new level, and she loved it.
He lowered his mouth to her breast again, quickening his efforts between her legs, and rocked his shaft against her thigh. She tried to concentrate on his mouth, but his hand was sending electric currents racing through her. Desire billowed inside her, mounting with every stroke of his tongue, every tease of his fingers. Her emotions reeled as she fought to remain in control. But he was too talented, too determined to bring her pleasure, licking and kissing, squeezing and teasing. Too many sensations rained over her all at once. She moaned and writhed, thrusting and rocking uncontrollably, hanging on to her sanity by a thread.
He put one finger in her mouth and said, “Suck, baby. Suck it like it’s my cock as you come.”
Just hearing his dirty demands nearly sent her over the edge. She did as he asked, and in return he lowered his mouth to her other breast, sucking so perfectly, her toes curled under. He pushed his fingers inside her, fucking her slowly, and used his thumb on her most sensitive nerves. Her climax crashed over her, stealing the air from her lungs. Her body bucked and pulsed wildly. He covered her mouth with his, still working his magic between her legs as he took her in a punishingly intense kiss. She was soaring, weightless and rapturous, lost in Justin’s wicked world of pleasure.
When she finally started the slow descent back to earth, aftershocks throbbing through her, he gazed deeply into her eyes and said, “Stay with me, sweetness.”
“I can barely breathe,” she panted out.
The pleasure in his eyes was palpable. “Too tired for me to take my first taste of you?”
Oh Lord. Her entire body prickled with anticipation. “Never.”
He didn’t hesitate. He kissed, tasted, and caressed his way down her body, lighting up every nerve ending. He kissed her thighs as he gently guided them farther apart, sweeping the grass skirt off her legs. He hooked his fingers into her panties at her hips and locked eyes with her as he took them off. Then he lowered his piercing gaze to her sex, creating a tidal wave of heat.
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes predatorial, and said, “Mm-mm.”
“I’d have waited forever for you, sexy girl.”
She wanted to say she was glad he’d waited as long as he had, but he pressed a single kiss to the cleft of her sex and her thoughts fragmented. When she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was a shaky breath. He held her gaze as he squeezed her thighs, kissing a path from her knee to the crease beside her sex. He dragged his tongue along that crease, so close to her sex, her inner muscles clenched. She couldn’t look away from his piercing stare as he drove her mad with tender kisses and slicks of his tongue. His eyes were so dark, so hungry, she could feel the restraint in him as he pushed his hands up her thighs, dragging his thumbs over the damp trail his mouth left behind.
She felt his hot breath on her center and closed her eyes. Every inch of her was alive with pins and needles as he lowered his mouth to where she needed it most. The first slide of his tongue brought a long, unstoppable moan. He did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue all the way up her sex and teasing that magical bundle of nerves with the tip. Her hips rose off the blanket. She was powerless to stop the gasping, wanton noises from tumbling out as he did it again and again, taking her right up to the edge of ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Enjoy every second, because I sure as hell am.”
God, the things he said…
He pushed one hand beneath her bottom, lifting her hips. His mouth covered her sex and his other hand found that mystical spot that made her lose control. Her consciousness ebbed as he feasted on her, expertly playing over all her pleasure points, building her desires to a crescendo that had her thrashing and whimpering. Adrenaline and heat twined together, filling her veins, chest, and limbs. He pushed his fingers inside her, zeroing in on that secret spot like a homing device. When he moved his mouth higher, she nearly detonated. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel as he took her up, up, up, and higher still, until she was hanging on the edge of a cliff. He did something out of this world with his mouth, or fingers, or a frigging sorcerer’s wand for all she knew, and she shattered into a million glorious pieces.
“Justin!” flew from her lips like a demand.
He stayed with her, tasting and touching, heightening every sensation until she collapsed to the blanket, a trembling, boneless mess. He kissed his way up her belly. Every touch of his lips sending tingles skittering over her skin. She’d never been pleasured so thoroughly, and when he gathered her in his strong arms and kissed her, he breathed air into her exhausted lungs.
When their lips finally parted, she felt transformed. He kissed her forehead so tenderly, she rested her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes.
“Feel that, baby?” he said in a low, confident voice. “That closeness? We’re anything but fleeting.”
Knowing he’d taken her worries to heart filled her with happiness. She lay listening to the crackling embers of the fire and the music floating out from the cottage, absently tracing the tattoos on his chest. She opened her eyes, her gaze moving down his stomach to the formidable bulge in his jeans, and she realized that while she was lying in sated glory, he still had a raging hard-on. She had never been into giving oral sex, but everything was different with Justin. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her. She moved her hand lower, stroking him through his jeans.
He covered her hand with his, stilling it. “You don’t need to do that.”
She rose up so she could see his face. He looked as blissed out as she felt. “I can’t leave you like that after you made my entire world tilt on its axis.”
He pressed his lips to hers and rose onto his elbow beside her so they were face-to-face. “I didn’t pleasure you so you’d do it in return. What I did was for me as much as it was for you. I’ve thought about feasting on you so many times, I could practically taste you in my sleep.”
She felt herself blushing and said, “There’s the Justin Wicked I know.”
“That guy never went anywhere, babycakes.” He kissed her and said, “Now that you’ve stopped cockblocking us and realized that I’m your man, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
“God, the way you talk is so…”
“Honest?”
She laughed softly. “I was going to say brash. I’m just not used to it.”
“Aw, come on. After all the time we’ve known each other, how can you say you’re not used to me?”
“I’m used to you. Well, certain aspects of you, like your flirting and pushiness. But I’m not used to hearing you talk dirty to me, or openly claim me and mean it.”
“I’ve always meant it.” He flashed an arrogant grin and said, “You’ll get used to hearing all of it. Give yourself a day or two.”
“Just don’t get all possessive and weird on me. I’m not your property.”
“How about freaky?” He leaned over her, taking her down on her back, both of them laughing as he smothered her with kisses. “Can I get freaky on you, blondie?”
She squirmed beneath him, grasping at his back as he kissed her neck. She felt something slippery beneath her fingers and said, “What is that?”
“I was getting a new tat from Tank when you texted.”
“Can I see it?”
His grin turned wolfish. “Do I get to inspect your body for tats?”
She laughed softly, realizing she’d never enjoyed a man’s company in or out of bed as much as she enjoyed Justin’s. “I can assure you that I have no tattoos.” She pushed playfully at his chest and said, “Let me see your new one.”
They sat up, and she covered her breasts, looking for her coconut bra. Justin reached for his shirt. “Here, sweets. Wear my shirt.”
“Thank you,” she said as he helped her put it on. The fabric held his scent, and as the soft cotton settled against her skin, she felt even closer to him—and a little awkward. “Does this feel weird to you?”
“You asked me that after we kissed last night, and my answer is the same. Not even a little.” His brows knitted. “Is it weird for you?”
“To be nearly naked in front of you and wearing your shirt after you just did all those dirty things to me? Yeah, a little. I like it, but it’s new. I have butterflies again, and I got all tingly just from putting on your shirt. I’m not a butterfly, tingly person.”
“I hope with me you’ll feel, and do, a lot of things you’re not used to. I’m sure we both will, because what we have is different from anything we’ve experienced in the past. It’s okay to feel all those things, Chloe. They don’t make you a weaker person, so enjoy it. Don’t overthink it.”
Once again, his sensibility calmed her.
“And you look damn hot in my shirt.”
She crossed her arms over her belly and said, “Good, because I’m going to sleep in it tonight.”
“Don’t get me thinking about you lying in your bed or I’ll end up carrying your hot little ass in there.”
She spotted her panties by their feet and pulled them on, trying not to think about Justin in her bed, and said, “We are not going there. Let me see that new ink of yours.”
“Sure, right after you tell me about this.” He touched her anklet. “I noticed you wore it to Gavin and Harper’s wedding, and last night at the beach.”
“I can’t believe you noticed that.” And she loved that he did. “Serena gave it to me right before I started college. It’s my spirit animal.”
“A dragonfly?”
“Mm-hm. When we were young, we’d take walks down by a creek near our house and there were always dragonflies flying around us. And not just one or two. We would see like eight or ten. So I looked them up online and found out they symbolized change, hope, and adaptability. They say when you see a dragonfly, it’s time to make a change.” She touched the anklet and said, “I wear it on special occasions, like the wedding, and tonight with the girls, or when I need strength to make a change, like when I s
tarted college or a new job.” She didn’t say why she’d worn it last night. Now was not the time to talk about something so dark.
“That’s fascinating. And you’ve had the same one all these years?”
“Yes. Now flip over and show me that new ink, biker boy. I’m on a voyage of discoveries tonight.”
“And what have you discovered so far?”
“That you are a very dirty talker.”
“You liked it, pretty girl, and don’t try to deny it.”
“Hush. You’ll embarrass me,” she said, nudging him onto his stomach.
He crossed his arms under his head and said, “Tank didn’t have much time to work on it before you texted, and you’ve seen my other tats.”
“I know, but I’ve never really looked at them.” They’d been to the beach with their friends many times, but when Justin was shirtless, his ink was the last thing on her mind.
What she’d felt on his back was a clear film, like Saran wrap, secured in place with tape over the new tattoo. She couldn’t tell what the tattoo was, but there was an outline of wings and something that looked like clouds behind them. Her gaze drifted away from the new tattoo to the dark, spiny branches of the meticulously detailed tattoo of a tree spanning from just below his broad shoulders all the way to the waist of his jeans. The branches were nearly bare, and there were several leaves drifting down his back. Each leaf looked so real, she had to touch them. Ribbons were strewn between and over branches, each one with a word or a name printed across it. There were dozens of ribbons, some with names she didn’t recognize and others with names she did, like Con, Ginger, Tank, Baz, and Gunner. An angel was tattooed on a branch, her bare feet dangling beneath her, so detailed and beautiful, her wings looked soft as feathers. Ashley was written on a ribbon draped from the branch beside her, below her feet, to the branch on her other side. Steph had told Chloe and their girlfriends about Justin’s cousin committing suicide when she was younger. It had made her sad then and even sadder now.
She didn’t know what Tank’s or Baz’s given names were, but she assumed those were their road names. It didn’t surprise her that he’d used their road names, given how much the Dark Knights meant to him. What did surprise her were the other names she recognized, like Gavin and Harper, who shared a ribbon, and Violet and Andre, and a few more of their closest friends. Although, now that she understood how important Violet’s friendship was to Justin, that surprise turned to admiration.
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