CountMeIn

by Paige Thomas

  “Ah, fuck! I can feel you. I wanna make you come just like this.” He continued the slow seductive roll of his hips, barely moving, grinding against her entire body.

  How could such subtle motion feel so damn good? Her pulse quickened and her nerves sang as she inhaled the deepest of breaths. Her thighs tensed, anticipating what was to come next.

  “Oh God!” A freak tidal wave crashed over her, tumbling and washing away any doubt that lingered about sneaking into his room.

  With a short, sinister chuckle he pulled the warmth of his groin away only to quickly slam his cock back home with long hard strokes, picking up speed with every deliberate pound, his heavy balls slapping the skin of her ass. Her hands left the headboard and she clutched his shoulders as her inner walls clenched around him, the remnants of the pleasurable wave a whitewash of satisfaction as it settled over her skin with a fizz. Left boneless, she gazed in awe as Ricky found his happy ending, his face beautifully scrunched before he came.

  “Ahhh…like a fuckin’ boa constrictor, I swear. Fuck!” His body twitched, his butt muscles contracting beneath her palms.

  He fell on top of her with a heavy sigh, his body limp, though slight tremors still shivered over his skin as he softly groaned into the pillow beside her head. It was heaven having him lie entirely on top of her—reassuring, comforting—but she had yet to fully catch her breath and his dead weight wasn’t helping.

  As if he’d heard her thoughts, he rolled to her side and disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, wincing with the flex of his sweaty muscles.

  His cell phone rang from his discarded jeans and he rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. After swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he bent to retrieve his phone, glancing at the display with a heavier sigh. “Damn it. I need to take this call.”

  He stood with a grimace, rubbing the base of his spine. “Why don’t you go take a shower and meet me in the living room when you’re done?” Without waiting for her response, he picked up his jeans and strolled unabashedly stark naked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

  She was again pitched into complete darkness, but this time she needed it, welcomed it, allowed the void to calm her senses from the joyride that was Ricky Bradshaw. Geez, she had truly underestimated the drummer’s skills. She tingled and pulsed in places she never knew existed and she liked it…a lot.

  She crawled to the edge of the bed and switched on the lamp before opening the drawer of the side table. Two strips of condoms lay inside, eight in total, and nothing else. She placed one strip by the lamp and made use of the bathroom off the bedroom, silently praying Ricky would soon be done with his call and decide to join her.

  Chapter Two

  She stepped out of the shower, alone, and disappointment stayed plastered all over her face as she dried herself in front of the mirror. She scowled at her reflection, contemplating what could be so important to drag Ricky away from a free supper so early in the morning. They’d only completed the first course and she was far from done. She wanted the full banquet—the all-you-can-eat buffet!

  She tightly wrapped a towel around her bust and tucked it underneath her arm, switched off the bathroom light before strolling back into the bedroom. The thick carpet beneath her feet was luxuriously soft and tickled between her toes as she combed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to free the worst of the tangles.

  After grabbing the condoms by the bedside, she folded them into her palm and then flinched when yelling echoed from the next room. She couldn’t quite make out what Ricky was saying so she scurried to the closed door and pressed her ear against it.

  “I don’t give a flying fuck what the goddamn will states. I don’t want one thing from that asshole. What? Well if it’s not completely worthless give it to Goodwill. I don’t care, just get rid of it.”

  She glanced down at her fisted hand before straightening and quietly turning the doorknob, pulling the door ajar a few inches.

  “No, I won’t be there. I’m busy, I told ya that already. Well she can do whatever the hell she wants, but I’m not changin’ my mind for… I haven’t spoken with her in how many years? So what the fuck would give you the idea I’d start now? Damon, I pay you a shitload of money to take care of this crap so just do what you’re freakin’ told and we won’t have a problem.” There was a long pause and the silence was deafening. “No, you make it go away or I’ll find someone who will. If you still want me as your client, you’ll call me back when it’s done. I don’t care what time it is, just do it.”

  She pulled the door open all the way and stood beneath the arch, appraising the flex of his back muscles as he slammed the phone onto the kitchen counter and stomped into the open living room.

  Filled with uncertainty, she considered if it would be wiser to simply get dressed and slip out of the hotel room—be content with the little time he’d given her. Whatever was going down had him in a rotten mood and she didn’t want to bear the brunt of his anger.

  It came as a surprise when soft music played on the stereo, seemingly giving her feet permission to venture farther into the dragon’s lair. He’d breathed fire into the phone, surely scorching the ears of the poor soul on the other end, but she prayed only puffs of smoke remained. Smoke she could deal with.

  With timid feet, she crept into the kitchen which openly faced the living room and waited to see if he’d notice her. He sat with his back to her, hunched forward on the black leather couch.

  The soft music wafting throughout the room switched to a sultry ballad as she approached the tall refrigerator and opened it in search of something cool to quench her thirst. Large, warm hands wrapped around her waist as his nose nuzzled the nape of her neck, nudging her hair out of the way.

  “Hurry up and getcha drink, princess. Time’s a wastin’ and the bell’s already ringin’.” He nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

  “And what bell would that be?” She laughed, leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the shelf, but her fingers grasped thin air as he swiftly pulled her flush to his chest.

  He ground his hips against her ass, his digits digging into her skin through the towel. “This bell right here.” He emphasized his words with another salacious grind. “Ding. Ding. Round two is up, baby. You ready for me?”

  She slammed the door of the fridge and the towel was ripped away as he pushed his body hard against her back. She couldn’t turn and face him. She was wedged between the warmth of his smooth broad chest and the hard cool surface of the appliance in front of her. The button of his jeans was open and the zipper scratched her skin. It should have irritated her, but it turned her on even more, her body welcoming each grind of his hips. She hissed and shivered at the same time and his responding chuckle was a beautiful melody, his breath uneven beside her ear. “You like that, baby?”

  She pushed her ass out, expected a harder grind in return, but his body heat left her before a sharp whack landed on the cheek of her right buttock. The sting quickly eased by a firm circular rub from his warm palm. She whipped her head around as his other large hand slapped her left butt cheek, repeating the soothing aftercare. She had never been smacked before. Not like this. This was pleasure with only a dash of pain. He slapped her right cheek again, three times in quick succession, though this time he didn’t massage her tender skin afterward. He allowed the sting to turn into a slow burn. She was sure he must have left a red print in the shape of his hand behind and, again, she liked it…a lot.

  Nimble fingertips gently traced down the length of her spine. She shivered as he caressed the small of her back, glided down the crevice of her ass to her pussy, teasing the rim of her core with light strokes. She was already wet for him again.

  “Spread them pretty legs wider for me and don’t move,” he whispered into her ear. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind her lobe and she trembled all over. She didn’t need telling twice. His voice was deep, commanding, sexy and she liked where he was headed.

  His war
m breath blew over her as he followed the trail his fingers had taken, his tongue peeking out from time to time for a quick taste of her skin. His lips pressed against her lower spine in a wet kiss as his fingers delved between her folds, gathering the essence which flowed freely between her legs.

  She squeaked when he nipped her ass before easing two fingers inside her, firmly massaging her walls as he murmured against her skin. “Mmm…perfect. Soppin’ wet and hot for my cock.”

  Her body quivered when he nibbled on the soft, round flesh of her ass cheek once more—dangerously close to where she’d never let a man go before—his fingers sliding out to tease her clit with a skill she’d been denied by previous lovers.

  “Ohhh…yeah, right there,” she gasped against the back of her hand, the cool surface of the refrigerator door keeping her grounded while teasing her nipples, hardening them like diamonds. She started to squirm, coaxing his fingers to finish the job.

  “Uh uh. Not so fast, princess. You’re gonna come on my tongue.” He dropped down to the kitchen floor, turning as he widened her spread legs and ducked between them. She tried to step backward but his hands latched onto her thighs, holding her in place an inch from his lips. He sighed and rested his head against the door, glancing up at her with a new shine in his eyes, a wicked gleam assuring her she would enjoy what was to come. “Lean your forearms against the fridge and push that itty-bitty ass out just a little.”

  The first flat lick of his tongue electrified her from the inside out and sent a glorious shudder through her body. From his position below, he had access to whatever he desired and she quivered on the fine edge of vulnerability. The point of his tongue gently hooked under the tiny hood of her clit and she tensed when his fingers spread her open for his mouth. He captured the nub between his lips and suckled, rolling his tongue over the swell of concentrated nerves.

  He placed a firm grip on her ass and devoured her as if she were his last meal. Her legs shook and she became helpless as the strength of her muscles dwindled more with each swipe of his tongue.

  Oh God, don’t stop.

  She stretched her arms over her head and gripped the top of the chrome door. His eager tongue traced. His lips suckled every inch of her pussy, many times over, though his tongue always returned to her clit, each passing more intense than the last. He never let up, only removed those sweet lips from her clit long enough to lap and prod at her core with his tongue until she came with a scream. Then once again, he latched back onto the sensitive, swollen button between her legs.

  She couldn’t stand on her own anymore. She trembled, her arms and legs turned gelatinous. His large hands cradled her ass, holding her up as her body surrendered to his will. She balanced precariously on the hot blade of a double-edged sword, wanted his mouth gone before his tongue completely singed her nerve endings, but longed for him to continue, her mind too muddled to form a rational decision.

  Ricky’s chuckle was smug when he finally detached his mouth and pushed them both off the floor using the sheer brawn of his thighs. His hands never left her as he slid up against her body and lifted her with him as he stood. She molded herself around him, wrapped him in her arms and legs while he besieged her lips, shuffled to the dining table and placed her on the edge.

  Untangling her legs from his waist, he released her lips and bent to the floor, returning with the strip of condoms she didn’t remember dropping. His eyes danced with merriment and mischief as she snatched them from his hand and boldly tore one loose, tossing the remaining three on the table.

  He easily swiped the foil square from her fingers and placed it purposefully beside the others, his stare challenging. “I say when, where and how. Lie back. Now.”

  She didn’t stop to think, slowly reclined until her back touched the wide wooden tabletop, the surface smooth and cool against her skin.

  He delayed a moment to look her over, his heated gaze lingering at the apex of her thighs before returning to her face. His hands trembled slightly as he fanned his fingers over her skin, starting at the round of her shoulders, dragging his palms over her collarbone, her breasts and down her stomach to rest by her hips. Her legs opened of their own accord and her eyes fluttered shut as he knelt and his shoulder brushed her inner thigh. A hot desert wind blew over her core, causing her to shiver in response. She arched off the table when his tongue took another long, flat swipe, drinking all of her in. She’d never had a guy go down on her twice in one night, let alone twice in one hour.

  Holy shit! I’ve hit the jackpot!

  His tongue was like molten lava flowing over her sex, her nerves endings forced into overdrive. So good, though extremely close to the brink of torment and pain. Her heart raced, her pulse thumped like a heavy bass beat at every major artery. She lifted her head to peer directly into his eyes. He’d been watching her.

  That’s so fucking hot.

  She was dripping wet—his cheeks glossed with her essence. He smiled against her clit, before setting his tongue into rapid motion. She groaned and pushed against his mouth. He didn’t stop until she came again, her entire body slave to his every command, every move he made. When he’d had his fill, he slithered back up her stomach, kissing every inch along the way to her lips. She could have died right there and been deliriously happy, his mouth branding her as his.

  His tongue delved between her lips and explored her mouth as he slid inside her. She froze once he’d sheathed himself completely, but he was quick to soothe her qualms. “I’ve got it covered, princess. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing.”

  His hands clutched her thighs as he gently rocked his hips, his eyes smiling down at her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His grip moved to beneath her ass and he cupped both cheeks, squeezing them as he pulled her closer, lifting the lower half of her body off the table. He withdrew almost all the way and grinned when she whimpered only to slam back inside her, no longer slow and thoughtful. He pounded so deep tears of joy rushed her eyes.

  Ricky kept the pace strong and steady, his eyes cast down, intently staring where they joined as his impressive appendage thrust and withdrew, grunting with every small adjustment, angling his cock. He prodded and hit a spectacular place inside her. A surprised cry left her throat as euphoria swelled inside her stomach—familiar yet different somehow…better. Her spine arched again as she stretched her arms above her head with a moan.

  His hands shimmied to her lower back. Her ass rested more on his forearms than the table as he held her in place. The man brought pleasure with every forward motion and the incomprehensible whimpers passing her lips grew louder.

  His hands drifted again, unraveling her legs from around his waist, placing them both high over one of his broad shoulders, squeezing her legs tightly together as he continued to pump his cock. The position had her panting for breath. He was even larger, harder this way, and she stretched around his every ridge and vein as he suddenly slowed the rhythm of his hips, his eyes screwed shut.

  “Fuck, princess…” he hissed, threw his head back momentarily and continued his measured, thorough thrusts. His hold on her legs was so tight she was sure to have bruises later, but this wasn’t a real concern.

  She forced her eyelids to stay open. She didn’t want to miss a thing. The way his eyes scrunched and wrinkled at the corners. The way the corded muscles of his neck strained. The way his biceps flexed with effort, a trickle of sweat running down the middle of his abs.

  When he finally opened his eyes they too were strained and bore straight through her. “Dammit, woman, I won’t last long this way. Too fuckin’ good.”

  The sensual energy built inside her once more, signaling yet another oncoming release. Every part of her was beyond sensitive, though still begging for more. He was milking her for everything she was worth. She dragged her arms down from above her head and dropped them heavily on the table either side of her waist, unable to find the traction she needed to push against him as she wanted. By placing her in this position—her knees locked at his shoulder
—he restricted her body from doing anything more than lying there and taking the slow, heavenly torture.

  With a loud groan he finally released his tight hold and lowered her legs to his sides. He pulled out and turned her hips, forcing her to roll onto her stomach. He was rough with his handling, dragged her ass toward him until the tips of her toes hit the floor. He swiftly entered her from behind, picked the pace up yet again while his hands gripped her waist like a metal vise. His groin slapped hard against her and she was finally able to push back. She attempted to raise her upper body off the table, hoist herself up with her hands, but only got as far as almost straightening her elbows when his warm hand pressed her lower back, forcing her to arch into his touch. She curved her spine a little more and he hit that spot inside her. She moaned from the rapture bursting through her nervous system.

  “Got another one in ya, princess?” He panted, leaned over her. “Come on, baby. Come all over my fuckin’ cock and squeeze me with that tight little pussy.”

  His hands traveled up her sides and curved around her breasts, kneaded the firm flesh before honing in on her nipples. He rolled and pinched them between his fingers and thumbs, the slamming of his hips growing stronger and more erratic. He licked the nape of her neck, nipped and sucked a path to her shoulder. One of his hands left her breast and brushed down her stomach, cupped her mound as he pulled her back to his chest and stood them almost completely upright, widening his stance. He pinched her nipple hard with the next thrust while the dexterous fingers of his other hand teased her slit, slid over her clit with slow passes. He slipped his digits down to where they were joined, forking them around his cock and massaging them both where they met.