Hotstreak: A Bad Boy New Adult Romance (Chaos, Nevada Book 2)

by Liz K. Lorde

  For a spell of time, Jessica didn’t say anything. I just watched her chest rise and fall. Like she was afraid to breathe the same air as me, that the pain which ate at me might swallow her whole. “I’m really sorry…”

  Attempting to blink the heat and the sting from my eyes away, I mumbled to her my thanks. “Nobody should have to die because of a few greedy men. Life does enough bad.”

  Jessica got up and crawled into my lap, her arms snaking around my back and her head sinking into my neck. Her hair, red and entrancing as the ember of hades, cascaded against my chest – and she squeezed, squeezed so tight that it felt like everything might be alright. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

  “I know,” I replied in a low tone, “I know but my heart can’t help but think that it is.” I brought my hand to her shoulder and pushed her back a few inches, so that I could have her look up at me, so that I could see those lips that called out to me in our silence.

  I’d denied myself the night before. That wasn’t like me. It was never like me to feel like this. Promised myself that I’d take it slow, that I should be careful ‘cause I’m nothing but bad news.

  But her lips spoke heavenly lyrics to the ears of my heart.

  Her eyes held sonnets and her hair glimmered and even her skin was something pure, something untouchable. Our breath’s and our heart’s came together in unison, and a consuming heat blossomed throughout my body. I drank in the beauty of her emerald eyes as our hands carefully found one another. As they entwined in perfect harmony.

  I leaned in as fast as my frantic heart would allow, every fiber of my being singing with beautiful electricity as Jessica slowly met my approach.

  When we came together, when our lips first brushed, it was like every mistake I’d ever made in this hellish life had served as a painful stepping stone to this one crystal moment. Our lips touched and she tasted divine, the softness of her was sweet as summer and wondrous as winter.

  Our mouths crashed together like water, I the sea, and she the shore. The dulcet tones of her approving noises rolled from her chest, and my hand moved up to her cheek – stroking it before moving onwards to the back of her head, feeling through the silk of her fiery hair and pressing into her scalp. I wanted to hold her tightly against me for as long as I could, wanted to memorize her taste forever.

  After a moment, we pulled apart and our bright smiles mirrored one another. But the heat between us was real, and the desire stirring inside of me couldn’t be ignored. I was starving for her like an animal, like a lion that’d had the taste of its kill – stopping wasn’t an option. I needed to feel her, needed to consume all that she was and tell her that it’d all be alright, that I’d keep her safe and good and well.

  Her chest rose in a breath, “I’ve never…”

  “Never what?” I susurrated, fingers of heat raking against my chest.

  “I just, I’ve never felt like this before,” she confessed in a sultry whisper, our faces coming close together again, “I’ve never had a kiss move me like that.”

  I wanted to confess that I felt the same, that I’d never expected to be struck by lightning in my life – there was nothing as exhilarating as kissing her. Instead, I smashed my lips against hers and let our tongues come together in their own private symphony of desire.

  The night came alive with the music of our lust, each hard and fast breath a note – each smacking of our lips and sucking a chorus to my ears. I brought my hands to her lithe little waist and maneuvered myself to my feet, bringing her upwards with me. I pressed my feet forward and pushed Jessica along, knocking over the bottle of Jack Daniels, a few drops of the near empty bottle spilling to the ground. Her ass bumped against the long wooden counter of the bar.

  She let out sweet little moans of approval.

  I pulled on the length of her sunset hair, making her suck in a pained breath as I exposed her gorgeous neck. To me, her skin was delicate as porcelain and it held a private glimmer that only mine eyes could glimpse; like a shimmering moon rippling against midnight blue. “You taste like the sweetest wine,” I panted in confession, my lips brushing along the first few inches of her revealed chest – the tantalizing absence of what lay beyond only caressing me onwards.

  “Then drink me,” Jessica whispered, her voice thick with lust and wrought with white-hot need.

  “I’ll become drunk with you,” I said, pressing my lips against her neck and devouring all that she was, relishing every ounce of her being. “Dine on your body,” I groaned, “drink you long and deep between your thighs.” I felt her body quiver and my hand found its way to her ass, squeezing her perfectly tight rump.

  “Hunter,” she called out breathily.

  I ran my lips along her chin and her jaw, arrows of need shooting through my chest – the scarlet rod of yearning impaling me with absolute ease. Our mouths crashed against one another again, bodies melting into one another – heartbeats synchronizing without having to try. “Upstairs,” I snarled, frightening myself with how badly I wanted this girl.

  “Upstairs?” She seemed to still have the lucidity to ask through our mortal entanglement.

  “I rent the upstairs room from Brad.”

  Jessica hopped up to me and coiled her legs around me, just above my ass. She held on to me tightly and looked at me with those enchanting eyes and our lips came together in a flurry of affection. I moved us along from the bar, in a series of stumbles, my boots thumping against the wooden floor. Stopping at the mouth of the staircase, I readjusted Jessica in my grip and loosed some guttural sound from my chest with every step upwards.

  ***

  I threw a giggling Jessica down onto my bed, her cute figure landing against the green of my duvet – the darker green blanket just touching her feet at the end of the bed. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side, crawling onto the bed and over to her, rivulets of warmth skittering across my flesh – each beat of my heart thundering against my chest.

  She threw her hands around my neck and pulled me in as I crashed against her, our teeth and tongue and mouths meeting together in a passionate flurry; I could feel her nails digging hard into my skin, raking against me – as though she wanted to mark me as her own.

  It got my cock fucking rock hard.

  I slid my hands beneath her top, letting my fingers explore the smoothness of her pale skin. Moving up to her bra and pressing against it, pressing against her glorious double D breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I kissed her lips, feeling her hand pine for the bulge in my denim pants.

  “I need it,” she mewled, her eyes glazed over with lust, “I want you inside of me, Hunter.”

  “Don’t know if you can handle me, baby,” I half teased, lifting off her top and casting it aside – my eyes raking over the brilliant canvas that was her body. Smooth valleys and perfect skin, powerful dips and just the right point to the bones of her wide hips – she had an hourglass figure that most men would go to war for.

  She was my Helen of Troy. And I’d lay my heart on the line for her in a heartbeat.

  “I’ve known bigger dicks than you,” Jessica crooned, her hands flicking off the button of my pants and unzipping my fly. She quickly shimmied the jeans off of my person, the denim struggling to move past the hard muscles of my legs. They eventually succumbed to her persistence.

  “Holy shit,” she more mouthed than said aloud. She’d seen me flaccid, but now I was hard.

  “Yeah,” I simply acknowledged.

  Jessica’s eyes darted between me and the passion she’d stirred between my legs. She bit down on her lip and her hand worked at the outline of my shaft, wanting to know and feel every last inch of me. Jess brought her fingers to the top of my boxer-briefs, peeling them off of me methodically.

  Those beautiful eyes rounded to the size of quarters and a hitched breath escaped her when she revealed my cock.

  She cursed beneath her breath and shifted on her knees, the bed grumbling in protest. I could feel the heat and tig
htness right in the core of my balls, at how badly I needed to take her pussy; but my chest expanded outwards in a breath and I let the girl take her time with me. She moved her head in closer to the thickness of my sex, bringing herself down to my balls and letting her warm breath whisper against me – her eyes never left mine.

  “Hurry and get yourself adjusted,” I warned her, “because before long, I’ll lose my patience. It’s taking every ounce of strength right now, to not rip what remains on you and get nose deep in that fucking pussy.”

  A huge grin spread on her lips and some guttural noise rolled from her chest. She was clearly pleased, and I felt a finger press at my heart. Jessica moved her lips to my balls and opened her mouth wide, taking one of me in and rolling her tongue against me – moaning as she sucked, her hands rising up my calves.

  God damn, a brain and a mouth to go with it? What didn’t this woman have. I tilted my head back and micro-shudders played me like a fiddle.

  She moved to the other ball and paid attention to it as well, removing herself after a moment and then running her tongue along my sac – shaking her head from one side to the other rapidly and loosing sultry noises. Jessica took my balls in her mouth one more time and, from what I could manage to make out, said: “Fuck me, please.”

  A hard breath left my mouth, and she released herself from me – trails of saliva bridging themselves between her mouth and my crotch. She moved herself up to the root of my shaft, gliding her heavenly fucking tongue all over it playfully – each sensation driving my body wild with pleasure; hell I could feel my toes beggin’ to curl. I brought my hand to the back of her head and made a fist of her hair, forcing her upwards and onto the head of my cock.

  Her warm inviting lips wrapped tightly around me, the ambrosial dampness of her mouth – so slick and intoxicating – greeted me. She moved down a couple of inches, and I pressed her onwards, giving her ample encouragement.

  Jessica’s head plunged, with the help of my hand, to the base of my cock, taking all of me inside of her – going back into her throat. She immediately unsheathed herself from me and pulled back, those lewd, clear ropes dangling from her plump pink lips. She coughed and pressed the back of her hand against her lips, wiping away some of the spit. “Sorry,” she offered, “I’m, I’m not used to – my last,” there was a strange hesitation to her then, “the guy I was with before you. He didn’t uh.”

  I gave her a curious, pointed look. My hands going to the sides of her face and petting her with my thumbs.

  She laughed lightly then and bobbed her head almost imperceptibly. “He’d never let me give him head, said that he didn’t like it.”

  …No way.

  “Yeah,” she pushed a hard breath through her nose.

  “I literally don’t even know what to say to something like that,” I cleared my throat, “It’s okay,” I told her, “you’ll just have to have lots of practice, is all – are you telling me you’ve never…”

  “Twice and both times were terrible,” she admitted. “Neither lasted longer than a bad commercial.”

  My chest rumbled with pitiful laughter, and I bundled up my pants and underwear, dropping them beside the bed.

  “Yeah,” Jessica said.

  I leaned in closer to her and artfully removed her bra, disposing of it and letting my eyes crawl over the display of Jessica’s luscious tits. They were perfect in such a natural way. I pushed her back down onto the bed, her head hitting the pillows and her breath licking against my face. My hand moved over and cupped at the weight of her breast, set within her like a taut jewel.

  She brought her hand to my ass and rubbed along the firmness of my cheek.

  I kissed at her lips and sucked on the lobe of her ear, fire running freely through me. “You’re so beautiful, Jess,” I confessed it like a holy truth. My hand pawed at her breasts, cock twitching at just the simple touch and basic exhilaration of exploring such a splendorous creature’s beauty. I pinched at the cute and admittedly small pink of her nipples, her areolas being nothing more than dimes.

  Jessica moaned my name and pulled me harder against her, saying in hushed, private tones that she needed to feel me inside of her – and I swore that in that moment, I could feel the heat in the air change at the promise of taking her.

  But as much as it pained me, I resisted.

  I continued to pull and paw and tease and torture both her breasts, and her nipples. Driving her mad with lust, mad with need.

  When I thought that she couldn’t take it anymore; I brought my hands to her pants and unbuttoned them, stripping them from her – revealing the pink cotton of her revealing panties. Even without having touched them I could see the outlines of that delicious pussy in all its glory; the wetness of her sex having made her panties damp with desire. The lips of her yearning mound were like two pristine petals only just barely parted, guarding the nectar that was her love.

  “Damn,” I said beneath bated breath. “Spread your legs.”

  She did just that, and the petals of her pussy grew further apart. I could feel my dick twitching, a heat surging through me and a ball of need forming right below the root of my cock. Every part of me was screaming to get inside of her. I’d never felt my heart beat so quick for a woman, never felt such a god damn gravitational pull.

  But I resisted that basic instinct.

  Instead, I brought my nose to her sex, brushing against her – only that sheer material between me and her garden of pleasure. I breathed her in, delighting in that sexual musk, letting it charge my every deviant desire. “Fuck baby,” I growled, “I’ve got to taste you.”

  Removing her damp panties, I brought my mouth to her sex and drank deep between her thighs.

  “Oh!” She whimpered, her hands shooting to the back of my head and grabbing at me, “oh shit.”

  I kissed at her delicious slit, sucked her hard and long and rolled my tongue against the silk that was her sex. Every inch of her was god damn heaven, my cock standing at full attention for every moment I flicked my tongue against that pussy.

  “Fuck,” she whispered, and then whispered as such again and again, the word becoming her mantra. Becoming her God.

  I didn’t plan on stopping when she started to quiver. Didn’t plan on stopping when she called my name out in the hottest fucking moan I’d ever heard leave the lips of a woman before.

  “I want to taste your cum on my tongue, Jessica,” I admitted brazenly before diving back in, pushing my tongue as far inside of her as I was able, my thumb finding her clit and stroking at it ever so lightly.

  “G—od. I’m close,” she breathed. “Oh I’m so close nobody’s ever—fuck.”

  I groaned against her soaked pussy, eating her out like she were the world’s most delectable fruit. My thumb circling her beautiful little clit faster and harder.

  When I felt that wonderful shudder against me, her hands pushing me so hard into her I was certain she was trying to suffocate me, I knew she was there. At the precipice of bliss.

  I shoved her off of that cliff, thumbing her clit like she was my instrument that I’d known my whole life. Like our bodies knew one another before we’d ever even met, I just knew exactly how to drive her wild. I gave her a last juicy round of drinking and called out her name as best I could; feelings those legs tighten around my head – feeling her body shake and her throat wail as she shattered into a million pieces against me.

  She tasted sublime, and in that moment I knew that my jaw and soon my neck would be dripping with the clear nectar of her honeyed flower.

  I’d never been happier to make a woman finish.

  11

  Jessica

  Everything that I was felt lighter; my bones felt content, a subtle tingle dancing across my skin and a pleasure radiated from my core between my legs. All I could do was bathe in the delightful afterglow, sinking deep into Hunter’s bed. “That was amazing,” I susurrated, my heart still fluttering and my inner self doing a little fist pump of happiness.

  Hun
ter smiled and crawled over to my side, grabbing me and pulling me against him – letting me lay my head on his chest. He made for a fine pillow; made me feel safe and content and like everything might just go right with the world. My eyes crawled over his lower body, landing firmly on the hardness of his cock.

  He kissed the crown of my head, “Man never treat you right before?” He asked.

  “I’ve been more intimate with vegetables,” my tone was thick with contempt.

  “Those are some unlucky men, and some very lucky vegetables,” his hand glided past my chest, just running past my stiff nipple – the tiniest flow of electricity surging through me.

  I loosed a light laugh, “I suppose.”

  He looked at me with those soulful eyes, like if he looked long and hard enough at me, that he could chip away at all the misery that grew around my bones like moss. His hand smoothed itself along my skin, reaching beyond my navel now and dipping ever closer to the embarrassing mess that was my soaked pussy.

  Air and pleased tones rolled from deep within my chest, and I brought my lips tightly together to try and still myself. I had to end up biting down on my lip; in that moment, I was nothing if not his. I shot my hand out and grabbed his before it could get any closer to my pleasure gorged clit. There was a pang of sadness that raked me, the misery moss of my bones weighting me down all over again – I’d just been given the best orgasm of my life, from a man who was fire to my ice, and even though I could still feel the liquor in me…

  I knew it was all finite. I wanted to scold myself, wanted to hate myself – how could you let this happen?

  He said, “What’s wrong?” I’m sure my face was an open book, but I steeled myself and shook my head.