Sweet on You

by Katana Collins

  My back arched and my hips pulsed up to press against the hard, flat surface of his stomach. The combination of his teeth, mouth and the scratchy feel of the lace was mind blowing. Or so I thought. Until he tugged the cup of my bra down, revealing my hard nipple to the cool air. He latched on, tonguing, laving at one breast until I was writhing, ready to scream, before moving on to my other breast, driving me completely crazy.

  His fingers entwined with mine, pinning me to the bed as he worked each of my breasts until I was begging. For what? I wasn’t even sure I knew. Or maybe we both knew all too well what I was begging for.

  “Lex,” I gasped his name, sucking in air as though I was drowning.

  He kissed down my stomach, releasing my hands from where they were pinned, and I immediately dove my fingers into his hair, holding those lips against my body. Those magical lips.

  He nipped at my hipbone as he continued his descent until his nose lined up with my pussy and then licked my length from opening to clit over the top of my panties. I don’t know what was so fucking sexy about how he would first touch me through my underwear, but it was like an overture of what was to come. A preview of sorts, which would only make the main event that much more satisfying.

  He licked me again over top of my panties, biting gently at my clit as he reached it. Then, instead of removing my G-string, he curved his finger inside the elastic, his knuckle brushing my inner thigh and tugged them to the side, revealing my swollen, pink flesh beneath.

  He hissed a sigh that was so sexy, so unbelievably tantric, that you would have thought he was the one receiving pleasure, not me.

  I pushed onto my elbows, wanting to see him, to watch every move he made. His palm flattened onto my stomach and his eyes drifted closed, almost as though he was in a brief moment of prayer, before his tongue flattened against me in a slow, sensual lick. He circled my opening with his tongue and then his lips joined in the action.

  In a movement so involuntary I wouldn’t have been able to stop it if I tried, my hands fisted the covers around me and I gasped, unable to take my riveted gaze off him as those lips latched onto my clit, varying in speed and pressure, just enough to keep me squirming.

  His tongue explored, caressed, thrusted, flicked, and did all sorts of other things I didn’t have the presence of mind to describe. He seemed to be savoring me like I was the most decadent soufflé.

  His palm, which up until just now, had still been flattened on my stomach, slid down until he tugged my panties down and off my body, pausing just long enough for me to slip out of them before he had his mouth back on me. But even that brief moment apart had me moaning, crying out for him until his lips returned to my sex, licking faster than before.

  His finger traced my opening, then slid inside as he tongued my clit, and he grunted against the hiss of pleasure that escaped me. I groaned in pure delight as he penetrated me with his finger, gliding it in and out in a slow, rhythmic thrust that paralleled his tongue.

  The closer I got, the faster his movements were. My hips churned against his mouth, but it didn’t throw him off of his rhythm at all. He moved perfectly with me, adjusting the pulsing of his fingers to match the circular motions I was making.

  Every muscle in my body was clenched too tight. My lungs were too tight. My eyes were squeezed shut. My toes curled into the bedspread and my hands reached for Lex’s head between my legs, my fingers clutching his russet colored locks. Then, all at once—release. A white-hot ball of fire exploded from my core like a firework, each little flame cascading across my body. Every clenched muscle in my limbs released until I melted into my bedspread.

  My chest heaved with labored breaths like I had just run a seven-minute mile. My calves burned and my stomach quivered with aftershocks of pleasure.

  Lex shifted from where he was between my legs, moving beside me, but sliding his fingers to my clit, continuing to stroke me through the pulsing edge of orgasm. “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Am I okay?” I repeated. “Oh my God, that was mind-blowing, Lex.”

  He gave a sheepish smile, bringing his top teeth down on his bottom lip. “Glad to know I haven’t gotten rusty.”

  Rusty? Hot damn. Not even a little.

  I rolled over him, straddling his waist and rubbing myself across his hard shaft, still covered by the cotton boxer briefs. Then, reaching into my nightstand, I tore a condom from the packet that had been in there for years—probably quite literally— and set it down on the pillow next to us.

  It was my turn to shower him with attention. If he hadn’t had sex in years—and hasn’t had sober sex in even longer—I wanted this to be amazing for him. I wanted to blow his mind like he had blown mine.

  But I was nervous. So nervous. Anxiety jounced around in my belly… until he smiled. He smiled at me from where I had flipped him on his back and reached up to brush a stray, curly hair behind my ear. All that anxiety disappeared.

  I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pausing as his eyes skimmed my body. My flesh heated beneath his gaze, nipples tightening against a cool breeze that brushed my sweat-dotted flesh from the open window. I reached down, pinching the elastic waistband of his briefs and tugged them gently down his legs.

  His cock sprang free from the cotton, hard and thick and long. One vein ran the length of the underside of his shaft, and my mouth watered as I stared at him.

  I bent over him and took him slowly into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sliding them down his shaft until it hit the back of my throat. As I pulled back, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him, and dragged my tongue along that vein that was so appetizing earlier.

  Impossibly, he grew harder, larger in my mouth, and my sex clenched as I heard his hiss above me. That hiss melted into a moan that was like liquid gold coursing through my veins. I wanted his pleasure—his pleasure was my pleasure. I wanted our bodies to melt together in passion and lust and satisfaction. My breasts were heavy as I bobbed over his dick, taking him faster and deeper than before, my fingernails digging into his thighs.

  Above me, I heard my name, but it sounded far away, like I was underwater and someone from the shore was calling for me. I heard it again, then a light tug on my hair.

  I paused, withdrawing his hard length from my mouth and looking up to him. “Ronnie.” Lex was panting, looking down at me. His eyes were wild, almost terrified looking. “It’s been years… if … you don’t stop… I’m going to…” he was taking deep breaths between each word, until finally, he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting it.

  “Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that.”

  After another moment, he chuckled and exhaled in relief. “It’s okay. That was a close one, though. That would have been embarrassing.”

  Even though he was making it sound like a joke, there was a vulnerability in his words. I could tell they were truthful.

  I reached out, scraping my thumbnail across his bottom lip. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Not about this. It would have been a compliment to my skills.”

  “You are definitely not lacking in the skills department,” he said, laughing, still breathless. “That’s for sure.”

  I bent to kiss him and his hand found my cheek, caressing me gently.

  I reached for the condom, holding it up. “Are you ready for this? Or do you need a minute?”

  “God, no. I don’t need a minute. I need you.”

  19

  Lex

  With Ronnie’s mouth on my cock, I thought I was going to explode. She was going to town on me, devouring me, swallowing against my head in a way that was explosive and unimaginable. Sex when I was high? It had never been like that. It had been foggy. Like I was in the midst of a sandstorm, eyes half closed. It was sloppy. There were distractions. More often than not, I could barely remember it. I could hardly remember which partner I’d been with let alone what someone liked and what they didn’t if, God forbid, there was a repeat. Sex was selfish. Well, to be fair, life was selfish back then. N
othing I did was for anyone other than myself and feeding my habit. But my partners were all junkies, too. Even though London and I were a couple, we weren’t exactly known for being monogamous. So sex was simply a means for each of us to get off and that was that. Like mutual masturbation.

  But this? This was different. Ronnie was different. Hell, I was different. Above all else, this had to be for her. I wanted it to be about her pleasure more than mine.

  But based on that blowjob? Holy shit. It was going to be about my own pleasure too. And suddenly I was really nervous about how long I would last.

  Luckily, for me, she stopped just in time and looked up at me, pupils dilated wide and her curly, dark hair a wild, sexy mess around her flushed cheeks.

  In seconds, she had the condom torn open, sucking in a choppy breath of air before she sheathed my erection with the latex. I moved to roll on top of her, but Ronnie stopped me with her flattened palm against the center of my sternum. Though her movements were sensual, they were still firm. She was all business, even in the bedroom, and she lowered me down onto my back once more to climb on top of me.

  I never knew what to expect from her. In some ways, it was sexy as hell. It was also confusing as hell… but for now, I just wanted to focus on the sexy part.

  My gaze swept her body and I took all of her in, wanting to memorize every second of this evening. Just the sight of her had my cock throbbing, aching, hard and ready for her. She was gloriously beautiful in a way that transcended her looks. Yes, she was physically beautiful, but kneeling over me like this and taking charge? She was also confident and strong and powerful in a way that had me melting at her feet, ready to do whatever she wanted.

  She blinked slowly, bowing her head to mine and taking my lips in a kiss that was so achingly slow, I could feel it in the base of my stomach. I slid my fingers up the back of her neck, threading them into her curls, and tugged the kiss deeper, pressing my tongue against hers.

  Her hands landed on my ribs, her thumbs grazing the sensitive skin at my sides.

  With my free hand, I palmed her breast, brushing my thumb across her pebbled nipple and kneading her with just enough pressure to cause her to shudder, break the kiss and throw her head back.

  With a thrust of her pelvis, her wet pussy glided against my length and we both groaned in unison at the slick friction. Her fingers drifted down my abdomen, stroking at the lines of muscle until she reached my girth and gripped me. The firm hold contrasting with her silky soft skin caused a gasp to tear from my throat.

  She pinned me down and lowered herself onto me, burying my dick inside her.

  Her head fell back as she paused there, my fingers digging into her hipbones, I arched up, stabbing deeper inside of her. She moaned, her head lolling to the side.

  “Lex,” she moaned, my name a stuttered breath on her rosy lips.

  She eased off of me slowly, gliding me almost entirely out before sinking back down onto me and rocking her hips.

  She squeezed her muscles around me, pulsing herself in an erotic way that left me gasping and arching into her for more. Her speed increased, bouncing hard up and down on me, circling her hips in greedy movements to milk me harder, faster.

  It was a dizzying struggle. I fought to keep my eyes open, fastened onto her, because it all felt so good. Too good. I didn’t deserve this much pleasure. I didn’t deserve her.

  Carnal need and lust clawed up my spine, ratcheting energy through my entire body. My muscles felt like they were on fire as I met each of her movements thrust for thrust.

  I loved the way her body responded to mine. In some ways, it was subtle: the flush of her chest; the staggered breath that pushed out of her parted, wet lips; the clenching of her muscles around me as I grew harder inside of her. In other ways, it wasn’t so subtle: the sweat dripping between her breasts; the way her moans were growing louder, more urgent, her eyes squeezed shut in needy determination.

  I pushed onto my elbows, bracing my weight with one hand, while pressing my thumb against her clit.

  She cried out, her fingernails clawing into my shoulders as I stroked her in a fast staccato that matched the rhythm to which she rode me. Her movements on top of me sped up, impossibly harder and faster, her breasts bouncing wildly in my face. I leaned forward, grazing my teeth gently over her dark pink nipple before sucking it deeper into my mouth. It hardened against my tongue, turning into a firm bead of need.

  Her body clenched one final time around me, the spasms of her orgasm gripping me and spiraling me over the edge into my own ejaculation. I drove harder into her, thrusting through the shuddering spurts of liquid gold surging through my body and pulled her tighter against me, nipping and kissing my way from her breasts up her neck until she went limp in my arms, her mouth crashing onto mine. Her warm palms cradled my face as we each rode the wave of pure ecstasy.

  Still holding her in my arms, I rolled her onto her back, resting over her body. Our legs tangled together like a sailor’s knot and even though I had just come, I was still hard. Ready for more. After two years of no sex? I wasn’t sure I would ever have enough of Ronnie. I swallowed, studying her below me. Her cheeks were the same shade of pink as her natural lips. The tiny bit of eye makeup she had put on was merely a smudgy gray on her eyelids now. Her curls were wild, fanned out around her against the bedspread. And she was absolutely breathtaking.

  She smiled, sliding her arms above her head and stretching with a satiated yawn. “That was pretty good for neither of us getting any in years.”

  “Pretty good?” I joked. “You were sensational. I’m sure I was rubbish—”

  “Don’t do that self-deprecating British thing,” she scolded playfully.

  “You’re the one who used the phrase ‘pretty good,’ not me.” I grinned. “That just means we need to try harder.” I slid the condom off of me, tying the end.

  Ronnie lifted a brow. “I look forward to that—” her eyes went wide and she jolted up on her elbows. “You’re still hard,” she said, her voice completely changing.

  I shrugged, looking down. “This is pretty typical for me. Good stamina and all.”

  “How… how is that possible? I thought all men needed, like, at least a thirty-minute buffer?”

  She actually looked terrified and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump you again. Not if you don’t want to.”

  “No… I do. I really do. I’m just… shocked.”

  Her bright blue eyes met mine, dilating as I knelt between her legs, placing my palms on the insides of her thighs and spreading her wider for me.

  God, I missed this. The feel of a woman’s silky skin beneath my touch. The sounds of her whimpers. The sight of her skin flushing at the height of desire. I moved my fingers to her wet core and slid them over her slick center, teasing her with soft, swift strokes.

  Her gasp rapidly morphed into a moan and the small of her back arched off the bed, wrinkling the blue bedsheets as I slid two fingers deep inside of her. My blood roared in my head. “You’re so wet,” I whispered, pumping my fingers in and out of her.

  I couldn’t wait another second. I needed to taste her. I wanted to swallow every cry of pleasure, every pant, every moan. Bending, I flattened my tongue against her, the taste of her desire more delicious than any dessert I’ve baked in my life.

  With my free hand, I dragged my fingers gently up and down her smooth thighs, each muscle jumping as my touch glided across, finally landing at the curve of her hip and grasping her hard, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.

  She wriggled against my hold, whimpering. I inhaled deeply, taking in her intensely feminine scent. That fragrance was going to haunt me forever. Delicate and feminine with traces of rose and soap. It made me hungry for more.

  I traced the length of her clit with my tongue, circling as I rounded her nub. She exhaled a trembled moan that made my dick so hard, it hurt. Something in me became unhinged at that sound and I dove inside of her, fucking her with my tongue. Devour
ing every whimpering moan, clutching at her outspread legs as she exploded around my tongue, her muscles contracting and tightening around me as I lapped up every second of her delicious orgasm.

  She sighed and stretched her arms overhead and I climbed up toward her, falling onto my elbow next to her and tracing the curve from her ribs to the swell of her breast with my fingertip.

  She rolled over, looking up at me, her sky blue eyes a beacon of light in an otherwise dark room. “That was incredible,” she whispered and flattened her palm to my chest before leaning forward and slanting her lips over mine.

  I cupped her jaw, pulling that kiss deeper and clutching her mouth to mine. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of those lips.

  But our moment was short lived. From downstairs, a crash echoed through her house, followed by the shrill cries of a dog in pain.

  20

  Ronnie

  We tore our mouths away from each other, jumping to our feet. Somehow, I managed to tug on my jeans and shirt as I ran down the stairs and climbed over the doggy gate. The first thing I saw was blood. Lots of blood.

  “What happened?” Lex said, on my heels, buttoning his pants as he, too, climbed over the gate. Frost was on the kitchen counter and she seemed fine from what I could tell. Lex ran to inspect her while I followed the trail of blood to where Penny was beneath my coffee table, whimpering. He looked up at me with giant, guilty, brown eyes.

  “Oh, shit,” I whispered, looking around. “He got into the roses.” I realized as I looked around. The flowers were scattered around the floor, and the vase was broken at the base of the kitchen cabinets. From what I could tell, the thorns from the roses had cut Penny’s mouth and paws. I gently reached over and touched his paw, which he yanked away from me with a yelp. But I had managed to see the thorn lodged between the pads of his feet.