She simply grinned at that, and ran her hands over his short, spiky hair. “Mmm, I like this.”
“Then keep rubbing it,” he said, and bent and licked her sex again. His fingers parted it, revealing her clit, and he glanced up at her as he gave it another long, slow lick.
She moaned. God, was he going to watch her responses the entire time he was licking her? It made her body flush and her ni**les grow tight.
But then he moved away again, kissing around where she wanted him to be, and pressing his mouth to the curve of her hip. She shivered and rubbed her fingers on his head. It felt good, but not nearly as wonderful as his mouth on her clit. “Colt…go—go back.”
He moved his mouth and flicked his gaze up to her, hovering just over her slit. “Here?”
He was so close she felt his breath there. She nodded, biting her lip.
“Tell me.”
“O-on my clit. Please.” Why was it so hard to say? She felt so vulnerable and exposed having to tell him what she wanted.
But he descended back on her clit, and she forgot about being exposed as he gave it a long, slow lick with his tongue. Her hips pressed against his mouth. “Oooh.”
His hands grasped her hips, holding her steady, and paused, waiting.
“L-lick me again,” she said, her breath shuddering.
He did again, long, slow and exquisite, and she felt every moment of it singing through her entire body. Her toes curled. “Don’t stop. Keep licking me.”
He began to flick his tongue against her clit then, the movements slow, languid. Lapping at her like she was a favorite dish. Slow, measured strokes. Her hips lifted again, but she was pinned down by his hands. “Oh mercy, just like that.” With every flick of his tongue on her clit, her hips bucked, trying to follow.
But he was going so very slow. Each flick of his tongue seemed more like a tease than a promise. “Faster,” she breathed. “Lick…faster.” And lord, if that wasn’t a naughty thing to be demanding of him. But oh, he did begin to lick faster, and she moaned, throwing her head back as he continued, his tongue now flicking against her clit in a faster staccato. “Oh, that’s good,” she murmured. “Keep going.” Her short nails raked over his head, and she caught the barest sound of his growl of pleasure. Was he enjoying this, too? Liquid heat rushed through her at the thought, and she shivered, her skin prickling. Was he just as turned on licking her as she was when she’d taken his c**k in her mouth? Enjoying the power he had over her? She squeezed her eyes open again. His fingers held her pu**y spread open, and as she watched, his tongue slid out and flicked over her flesh, over and over again. And oh lord, that was intensely erotic.
A jolt of lust flared through her, and she felt herself become even wetter. The tension in her body began to build, her hips trying to rise off the bed. She wanted to look away. She couldn’t look away. All she could see was that dark sweep of lashes as his gaze was on her pu**y, concentrating, his tongue flicking over her clit over and over again. “Faster, please,” she panted. “Need more.” She shifted her hips in a little circle, trying to buck up against his tongue.
He nuzzled deep as she watched, swiveling his tongue over her clit and she whimpered. Oh God, that had felt good. “Again,” she cried. He did, and she clenched hard. She needed more. Needed something—
“Fingers,” she gasped.
A thick one thrust deep into her, eliciting a small cry of pleasure from her throat. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to flick at that same measured pace.
“Faster,” she cried again, undulating her hips. “More. Please. Give me more.”
The finger thrust inside her, harder, fiercer, and his mouth sped up. She cried out, writhing underneath him. She was so close. Needed more. “Please,” she panted. “Please. More. More.”
Faster he thrust with his fingers, and she heard the low moan in his throat as she flexed her hips against him, trying to push over the edge. “Please,” she said, her voice an almost sob. “Colt. Please.”
But then he was lifting his mouth from her, and bit back a curse. She gave a whimpering sound of distress as he left her. God, she was so close and he was leaving her like this? But then she heard the crackle of a condom wrapper, and then he grabbed her leg, and she opened her eyes again just as he slid his c**k deep into her.
She screamed, her entire body locking in orgasm.
He bit out another curse, thrusting into her hard. Her knees were pushed into her chest, hitting her br**sts as he pounded into her, and waves of the orgasm kept hitting her. Her scream had bubbled into a keening cry that seemed to go on and on, just like her orgasm. Wave after wave of it crashed over her, and every time he pounded into her, it cascaded all over again.
And then she was gasping for breath, and he jerked against her, and it was her name he bit out. His body stiffened and then he fell forward and kissed her, hard. Branding her. She could still taste her own sex on his lips, felt him seated deep in her body. Her knees were still pressed to her br**sts, and her pulse was pounding so hard that she thought she might pass out. Didn’t care. That had been intense.
He rolled off of her after a moment and he leaned over the side of the bed, tossing the used condom into a nearby wastebasket. Then, he pulled her against him. “Definitely ruined me for coffee.”
She grinned and burrowed against him. Her legs felt like Jell-O. Good, wonderful, blissful Jell-O.
His fingers trailed up her shirt and danced along her spine. “Guess we should take you home soon.”
All her languid contentment vanished, replaced with uncertainty. Was he just trying to get rid of her and here she was throwing herself at him? How embarrassing. Of course he was going to take a blow job if it was offered.
But then he leaned in and kissed her again, fiercely, and she didn’t know what to think.
One-night stand, dummy, she told herself. Of course she knew what to think. She felt stupid. So it had turned into a two-night stand. How silly of her. It had been great sex, but that’s all it was. No-strings-attached sex, and now she’d go back to her salon and he’d go back to his survival classes, and they’d be totally awkward around each other when they ran into each other in town.
Totally normal.
She sat up, pushing at her hair. It was a frizzy, tangled mop. That was going to be fun to detangle later. “I suppose I should go back before people start wondering where I am.”