Hard Fall (St. Louis Mavericks 1)

“You’d rather masturbate than let me fuck you?” I had her up against the island, looming over her even though she didn’t seem the least bit intimidated.

“Of course not, but I’d rather not do something that’s going to get emotional or messy because of the kids. We’ve talked about this.”

“Honey, no one said anything about emotions. This is just sex. We’re consenting adults who’ve both been without for far too long. I can do you so dirty you won’t be thinking about anything except how many times I can make you come.” I cupped the back of her neck and felt the gooseflesh break out on her skin.

Her breath hitched a little as she looked up at me. “Wes…”

“Say yes, Hadley.” I was so fucking hard.

“But what if—”

“Jesus, woman, yes or no.” I was already pushing her back onto the island and instead of answering, she reached up, grabbed my head, and brought it down to hers. She kissed me this time and holy fucking hotness. She held nothing back, moaning softly as our tongues tangled, her breath hot and her chest pressed against mine. The woman scrubbing dishes a few seconds ago was nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t just about her taking my mind off my professional death spiral. She needed it, too.

I lifted her onto the counter, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, our mouths still fused together. Her tongue was dueling with mine, swirling and twirling, our lips a tangled mass of desire. I slid my hands beneath her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm globes, pulling her against my groin. She whimpered when I moved my hands to pull the hair band the rest of the way out of her ponytail, but I needed raw, horny Hadley, not buttoned-up executive Hadley. And fuck, she was gorgeous with her lips swollen from kissing, her hair falling wildly around her face, and her eyes glassy with need.

There was a touch of indecision there, though, so before she could change her mind, I lifted her shirt over her head and damn, what awaited me there was beyond every fantasy I’d had about her. Her tits were about as perfect as they could be. Firm and round, sitting high on her chest, with the palest pink nipples that were already hard for me.

“34D, right?” I murmured, dipping my head to get my first taste.

“Are you an expert on more than just size?” Her quip quickly turned into a moan, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me closer.

I just laughed, licking and teasing her nipple until her nails were pinpricks of pain against my scalp.

“Lean back,” I said, dropping to my knees.

“What?” She looked startled as I tugged at her yoga pants.

“Off.”

“Wes, the kids—”

“Annalise will call out to us first, so we’re safe.” I made short work of her pants and underwear and seeing Hadley naked on the kitchen island, legs open, her pussy wet with arousal, made my cock strain painfully. But the first orgasm would go to her. Then I was going to fuck her into the middle of next week.

I used my fingers to spread her delicate lips and my tongue to get my first taste. Damn, she was musky woman and delicious dessert all rolled into one. Her clit was already a hard little nub against my lips and I sucked on it playfully, getting a feel for what she liked. Gentle didn’t do it for her and I increased the pressure until she cried out. I fit my shoulders beneath her thighs so I had easy access to her pussy, and she gasped a little, arms flailing as she tried to get her balance. I heard something skid across the counter but didn’t give a shit because I was tongue fucking her now, and she was riding my face like a bronco.

“Wes! Oh my god, Wes!”

She was so damn wet, my face was soaked, but I loved it. Having the prim and proper woman I’d fought with so many times coming undone for me was beyond my wildest dreams. I pushed a finger inside of her and she started to pant, whispering my name over and over. When I added a second finger, simultaneously sucking on her clit, her whispers turned to groans.

“Ready to come for me?” I asked, lightly scissoring my fingers inside of her.

“Yes, god, yes!”

Two fingers and the grazing of my teeth on her clit was all it took. She shrieked out my name as she convulsed around my fingers and face, bucking wildly and sending a big bowl of something flying across the room as she fell back on the counter. We were both oblivious to the mess. Watching her come was glorious and hearing my name on her lips was heady.

She’d barely finished coming before I scooped her up and headed up the stairs.