Wildcard: Volume Two

y actions, her nails digging into my shoulder.

I sigh. She’s so fucking sexy, and she’s sitting naked on my lap. Could I be any luckier right now? Her legs are parted and kneeling on either side of me. I run my fingers up her bare leg. My eyes narrow at her as she groans.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper.

She glances down at my hard cock, which is pressed against her thigh. “I can see that.”

“No, it’s not just about that. I’m glad you’re with me.”

I fumble through my words, because I don’t do sappy very well. Sex without feelings? Easy. Opening up my heart and risk getting hurt? Not so much . . .

“I’m glad I’m here too,” she says.

I catch the sadness in her eyes. It’s only there for a second, but it’s long enough for me to wonder what’s going on in that head of hers. Is it more than what I already know? I don’t know why, but I’m worried about her. Her anxiety is making me anxious, and I’m determined to fix it.

But before I can question her, my thoughts abandon me as she sidles down my body and takes my cock in her mouth. I groan at the feel of her lips around my length. I know this is a ploy to distract me, but I’m powerless to stop it.

She takes so much of me—which, considering my size, is impressive. All thoughts of wanting to get inside her head evaporate as she moves her lips up and down my cock. I’m incapable of thinking about anything else while her mouth is fucking me.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. I can’t...even...

My hand finds her hair and I rake through the thick, raven strands before locking them into my fist and urging her to take more of me. She smirks at me, her green eyes sparkling as she tongues my tip.

She’s teasing me and I love it.

Her arse is beautiful. The way it’s raised up in the air right now as she works my cock makes me want to drive deep inside her. I ease her off my cock and crawl to the end of the bed. She watches me, her eyebrows raised, no doubt wondering what the hell I’m doing.

Who gives up the chance for head?

Anyone who could see her beautiful arse right now would.

I kneel behind her, my fingers gently tickling her entrance. She moans, her body twitching. I hold her steady with one hand and slide a finger inside of her. My cock is throbbing, begging to explore her. She’s wet, and my fingers glide in and out of her with ease.

I reach behind me and retrieve the condom that I left on the bedpost. I slide it over my length and wrap my arm under her, lifting her arse higher. She gasps as I position myself at her pussy. Her arms are trembling and struggling to hold her up.

“You can’t go walking around like that and expect me not to react.” My voice is gruff, and I groan as my throbbing cock drives deep inside of her tight pussy. “You’re wearing me out,” I gasp as I thrust her against me. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

Her back arches and she cries out. My body aches, demanding more of her. I need to feel every part of her.

“Faster,” she whispers.

My hands grasp her hips as I rock against her. She groans and collapses onto the bed, exhausted. I grin and lie down beside her, pulling her into my embrace.

“That was . . . unexpected,” I finish with a grin.

She sighs as I kiss the back of her neck, cuddling up against me. “Mhhmm,” she agrees. “Sometimes unexpected is good.”

***

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” I step out of the shower and wait for her to answer. Silence greets me. “Scar?” With a towel draped around my waist, I walk back into the room. It’s empty. There is no sign of her, except for the handwritten note left on the unmade bed.

I pick it up and study it.

Sorry, something came up at work. I’ll speak to you later xx

I reread it several times before tossing it aside. Why wouldn’t she tell me that in person? How much effort would it have taken to walk the three meters to the bathroom and tell me that?

I try to ignore the uneasy feeling that is filling my stomach as I throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Picking up my phone, I text her.