by Taryn Quinn
Of course, that could be from her wiggling against me.
I gripped her ass. “You want this over with in two shakes, or for me to take a little time?” I tugged at her nipple through her shirt. “I can do either.”
Her fingers slipped into my hair. “Not too much time. I’m dying here.”
She was eager. I appreciated that in a woman. Maybe it’d been as long for her as it had been for me.
I dipped my hands lower to the fringe of her cutoffs along the backs of her thighs. I tugged so that the material dug into her skin a little and slid my fingers under the denim from behind. Her gasp fueled me to roll my hips under her. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
After shifting her scrap of panties out of the way, I eased between her cheeks and found her wet. I groaned against the lace in front of my face and shifted her higher against me. “So wet, darlin’. For me? Or just because you need something?”
“Is both a bad answer?”
I dragged my beard across her bra and found her nipple. “Best answer. We both need something tonight.” I tugged her nipple through the lace bit of fluff under her T-shirt. “I’m okay with that, are you?” I tucked my fingers into her damp heat and had to bite back a groan.
It had been awhile since I’d had a slick pussy so ready and willing without working for it. The women I’d dated lately were a helluva lot more jaded about sex.
“Yes. I just want to have a great orgasm. Is that too much to ask?” She leaned back a little. “I don’t think so.”
I added a second finger inside her sweet pussy and tugged harder on her nipple. “Nope.”
She rolled her hips away from the rhythm I’d started. “I need you…” She ground out a frustrated sigh. “More…left.”
I let her nipple go with a snap of her lace and withdrew my hand.
“No. I didn’t mean…” Her huge golden eyes were bright with a fever I understood. Some schmuck probably left her without a real orgasm on the regular. There was a serviceable orgasm that did the job, and then there was the kind that made everything shake. I wanted her at earthquake status.
I wasn’t sure why it was so important, but I wouldn’t stop until I got it.
I hooked my arm around her waist again and flipped her onto her back on the cushion. I shoved boxes out of the way and heard the scatter of books. I needed her spread out. “Do you have a bed for this?” I asked against her belly.
“No. I, uhh…I don’t have one of those yet.”
I glanced up from the snap on her shorts. “What?”
She grimaced. “I sort of left my place in a hurry. The bed wasn’t worth the expense of moving it. But I’ll get around to ordering one. Eventually.” She gave me a hopeful smile. “Do you want to wait? I…” She met my gaze, her hips moving restlessly.
“We’ll make it work, darlin’.” I peeled down her shorts and found endless gold over cream skin. Her belly was soft as a peach and the more I revealed, the hotter I got. She was bare. Absolutely bare. I sucked in a breath and caught that citrus flavor wrapped in sex. I wasn’t a man of many words when it came to getting naked, but right then, I wanted to get downright worshipful.
Instead, I let my mouth do the work in a much more effective way.
I licked her tight little slit. Her shorts trapped her thighs together so I turned my head a little and sealed her pussy lips with my own. Seemed fitting our first kiss wouldn’t be traditional.
I circled her tight little clit with my tongue, my fingers digging into her lightly muscled thighs. I was going to peel her open and fuck the holy shit out of her.
There was no doubt in my mind that was where this kind of night was heading. But right then, what I needed from her was a quaking thigh release. The sort a man never forgot once he’d witnessed it.
Once he’d caused it.
I dug deeper and brought my thumb up to play. When she arched up off the nubby textured cushion, I held her against me and double-checked that she wasn’t trying to stop me for real.
Some women weren’t into oral, but the way she flung back her head and reached for her own tits told me I was doing all right. I reached up with my free hand and flipped up her shirt and that lacy thing so I could see her breasts too.
My dick was pounding in time with my brain, but I wanted to see everything. She was so long and lean with the perfect kind of curves. Tiny nipples the same color of her pussy strained up against the golden firelight of the last rays of sun and her tiny-ass candles.
The shadows and light were just enough to drive me a little too close to insanity.
I buckled it down.
Not yet.
Not time to let go just yet.
She glanced down at me with wild dark eyes and struggled out of her shirt and the shaper thingy. I watched, my mouth still sealed over her swollen pussy. I drank down everything she gave me. I didn’t mind going down on a girl. The control of it usually got me centered so I didn’t blow my wad in two seconds like some chump kid.
This one was backfiring.
My blood surged and my vision hazed as I held on against her bucking hips. She tasted fresh and salty with something…extra. Nope.
Don’t think about that.
Just a fuck.
I didn’t need anything other than a fuck tonight. I was just messed up because of the day.
Not that I’d even thought about what today was after Kelsey opened the door. She was the opposite of my ex in every way. Including here where she was so incredibly responsive. So very in the moment.
Her fingers slid down to my hair and the sharp tug of pain dragged me out of my head.
Not about my past right now.
It was about her. And making her come her damn brains out so I could lose myself in her for a few short minutes before I had to get back to my responsibilities.
“Dare,” she said on a half whimper.
I leaned back and dragged her shorts off the rest of the way and opened her legs wide.
She gasped and tried to move up on the limited real estate of the cushion, but this was where I wanted her. Just on the edge where I had complete access to her pussy. I dragged my beard along her ass to give her an extra tickle of sensation as I fucked her gently with my tongue and wrecked her with my fingers.
The surprised cry that came out of her made me work harder. When her thighs clamped around my head, I kept going. There she was. She shook and arched up against my mouth.
Wild.
My little wild girl.
I glanced up as she soaked my face. Her red hair had come half out of its bun and was twisted around her shoulders and head, the tips sticking to her breasts as she arched and screamed.
Unable to hold back another second, I reached down to free my strangled cock, then flipped out my wallet and cursed when cards scattered. Where the fuck was my emergency condom?
Fuck.
There it was. Thank God.
How long had it been in my damn wallet?
On a hope and prayer, I sat back on my knees and rolled it down my shaft.
She reached up for me, but I brushed her fingers away. “Nah, darlin’. I’ve been listening to you scream and watching you shake under my mouth too long.”
Her chest and neck were flushed and her eyes glassy from a truly stupendous orgasm. That made it all worth it for me. Today, of all days, I wanted to make sure one woman was happy with my efforts.
I dragged the head of my cock through her swollen folds.
She hissed and rolled her hips so sweetly. In tune now, she was eager to get me inside her. And God, it felt good to have someone want me between their thighs. Want to touch me.
I sunk into her slowly.
She dragged in a deep breath and groaned. She pushed at my shirt and I flipped it off behind me. Her gaze went even wider. “God, you’re ripped.”
I looked down at my chest. Between the shop and working on my house all the damn time, I had little time for the gym, but I was young and strong. At the shop, I did a
ll the heavy work. Chasing after my son did the rest.
She raked her nails down my abs with fascination. I grinned and licked my lips where her scent and flavor had settled deep in my beard. “Hang on, darlin’. As much as I appreciate the compliment, I need to fuck.”
Her eyes widened as I slid forward and went balls deep inside her. “Fuck.” The word came out harsher than I intended, but she felt so damn good. And it had been so fucking long since I’d let myself take a moment just for myself.
This kind of goddamn moment.
I dropped on top of her, caging her in as I hooked her leg around my hips.
She took the hint and wrapped herself around me. I braced myself on the hardwood floor and was very glad for the cushion beneath her because I couldn’t quite rein myself in.
I slammed into her until my teeth rattled, until her back arched up, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I looked down at her to make sure I wasn’t being too rough, but she was right there with me.
Fuck, yes.
I felt the tremble in her thighs just as her little pants turned to groans. I was pretty sure they turned into screams, but I couldn’t be sure since my brain literally shut off as my orgasm reached up from my spine and crumpled me like my race car when it hit the wall.
Everything when silent and white as I came before the world crashed back in and the tail end of her cries dented my consciousness.
Damn.
At some point, I’d crashed into her body and flattened her into the cushion. Her thighs gripped my hips, and her nails lightly trailed over my back. I brushed my lips over her neck before I rocked back onto my knees.
She hissed out a breath as I slipped out of her.
I reached between us to pinch off the condom. “Hold on, darlin’.”
“Not sure if I’m…capable.”
I huffed out a laugh and rolled upright. I wasn’t sure I was capable myself. I rolled off the condom and tied a knot. “Can I use your bathroom?”
She waved me off. “Yeah. There’s a box in there with towels and bodywash if you want a quick shower.”
“Actually, if you don’t mind?”
“Nope. I’ll just lie here and recover.”
I grabbed a napkin from the table and took care of the condom. Yeah, I needed that shower. Hot sex was messy and there was less of a chance my son would ask a zillion questions if I didn’t look like I’d just had a…workout.
I hiked up my jeans—for fuck’s sake, I still had my damn boots on.
Christ, we’d been really intense. I hadn’t experienced something like that in a good long while.
After a quick check to make sure she was still semi-conscious—just barely—I stood and headed into the small bathroom. I pitched the napkin in the little garbage can under the sink and washed my hands. I still smelled like her. Not in a bad way.
Hell, if I had more time, I would’ve gone for seconds.
I dug around in her box and found a frilly bottle of orange goop. I flipped the top and there was her scent—blood orange. Huh.
Guess that answered the citrus thing she had going on.
My dick instantly jumped at the memory. Having my head between her legs and getting an overdose of that scent had been enough to sear it into my brain.
Certainly not enough to get all Pavlovian about it though. Jesus.
I spotted a box of condoms next to the washcloths.
Hmm. Probably should have gone for one of her condoms instead of my ancient one.
Good to know in case we decided to revisit… No.
I wasn’t in the market for more than one hot evening. For all I knew, neither was she.
I sighed at the naked shower stall. She hadn’t put up the shower curtain yet, so I had to take a few minutes to do that. I kicked off my boots, jeans, and boxers and tripped over the fucking box. Her bathroom was barely more than a closet.
Once I’d done a quick cleanup, I got out and swore when I saw the time. Wes was going to be a cranky asshole if I was much longer. I had him on a strict schedule—for his benefit and mine. Mostly for him though. The kid had so much energy and if he didn’t get to sleep near a certain time, he got overtired and it was a long goddamn night.
I was still damp as I dragged up my jeans. When I opened the door, I got a very nice view of Kelsey picking up the wreckage of our…whatever it was.
She spun around wearing a threadbare baseball shirt with a unicorn across her chest. It skimmed her thighs and made her look about fourteen. “Oh, hi.” She cleared her throat.
Great.
I didn’t need to think about how young she was. She couldn’t be that young.
Dear God, I hoped.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Nice shirt.”
She glanced down and crossed her arms. “I like unicorns.”
I leaned down and picked up a stack of papers. “Evidently. Stickers?” God, she wasn’t like nineteen or something, was she? Sage and Ally wouldn’t have been hanging out with someone that much younger than they were.
At least I didn’t think so.
She took them from me. “Planner stickers.”
“With rainbow shit?”
“Sometimes you need to put a little sparkle on a crappy day.”
I took the pile of papers from her and set them on a box. “Kelsey? Tell me you’re over twenty-one.”
“I’m well over twenty-one.”
“Good.” I slid my hand around her back, groaning when her shirt rode up and I came into contact with her glorious ass. “I had fun. You?”
She tipped her head up to meet my gaze. “That was one word for it. Hell of a christening this place got.”
I grinned and couldn’t resist kissing her saucy mouth. She did that gasping breathy thing then went onto her tiptoes and met me head on. Damn this girl for making me want just a little more than an afternoon.
Maybe one more.
I gripped her ass with both hands and pressed my eager cock against her belly. I drew back, taking a nip out of her lower lip. “I have to go.”
She dragged her nails across my chest with a little sigh. “I have tons of unpacking to do. Hope you don’t think I tip all the pizza guys like you.”
I laughed. “You better fucking not.” I gave her one more hard smack then a squeeze and she yelped. “See ya, pizza girl.”
“A new nickname.” She laughed and tugged her shirt down. “Thanks for coming, pizza man.”
I laughed and snagged my shirt off the box where she’d folded it. I gave her little apartment one more look around. “You don’t have any help?”
She shrugged. “I’m used to doing stuff for myself. Don’t worry about me.”
I nodded. I knew how that went. “Get yourself a bed. Those cushions aren’t good for your back.”
“Don’t I know it.” She rubbed her ass. “I think I have cloth-burn on my butt.”
I turned her around. Sure enough there was a bit of pink on her perfect ass. And the outline of my hand. I frowned. I hadn’t hit her that hard.
She tugged her shirt down. “Dare.” She spun around.
“Did I hurt you?”
She pressed a hand to my belly, twisting her fingers in my shirt. “No. Nothing hurt. Well, I mean, not the bad kind.”
I fisted my hands at my sides. “I was too rough.”
“No.” She wrapped her much smaller hands around my fist. “Don’t ruin it by getting all guy-like. I liked it. At the risk of swelling your head, I loved it. I’m just a cursed redhead. Anything shows up on my skin. Wait until you see the PMS pimples. Really.” She sighed. “Lord, will I ever stop talking while I’m ahead? No. The answer is definitely no.”
I fought a smile. She was damn cute. “If you’re sure.”
“Positive. This was the perfect eight o’clocker.” She laughed.
I lowered my mouth to hers. Even knowing I’d left marks, I couldn’t quite stop myself from taking her mouth in a rough kiss. When I pulled back, there was a bit of beard burn around her lips. I stroked
the back of my knuckle across her cheek before opening the door. “Bye, Kels.”
She pressed her cheek against the side of the door. “See ya.”
“Get in there. I don’t want anyone else seeing those sexy legs.”
She wrinkled her nose, but her cheeks pinkened and she stepped back, shutting the door.
Cracking my knuckles, I headed down the stairs, then outside. The door didn’t latch behind me and I frowned as I used the steel toe of my boot to get the lock to kick in. Not as secure as it should be. I’d have to talk to Gavin, the owner of the building, tomorrow.
I shook my head. I didn’t have time to worry about someone else. I had enough to deal with. She’d be fine.
I dug out my phone and found four texts from my pop. I texted back that I ran into a friend and was on my way back to pick up Wes. And maybe a pizza of my own. I hadn’t gotten to eat much of Kelsey’s.
Neither had she. I hoped she was eating by now. My lips twitched. Her usual dinnertime of six-thirty had definitely come and gone long before.
Also not my problem.
I headed down the steps to the sidewalk. Nope, I had more than enough to worry about. I didn’t intend to add a crazy redhead to the list.
Three
I needed a quart of coffee and a trough of water.
What had I been thinking?
I rolled over and groaned. Had I had my legs wrapped around a tree the entire night?
Nope.
Just for thirty blissful minutes. A few nights ago. I was still recovering.
Dare.
And oh my God, was I out of shape. Not just the sexy times kind of shape either. Though, hi, that was definitely a whole new workout.
What the hell had I been thinking?
Oh, right, I hadn’t been. I’d been going with the flow. And that flow…yeah, I’d never experienced anything like it. I didn’t even know orgasms were like that.
Sure, I’d had my own version of them. And even my ex had managed to use friction to his advantage a time or two. But nothing like that.