And speaking of poles…
“Gee.” She slid her hand down his chest to the waistband of his jeans beneath his T-shirt, then lower still, to cup him through the soft denim. “I hope you’re not too tired.”
As if in answer, his cock twitched beneath her hand, hardening fast. Clint cracked one eye open and grinned. “Baby, I’m never too tired for that.”
He kissed her fast and hard and deep, then picked her up and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, slowly unzipping the front of her hoodie to expose her breasts along the way. She’d showered and changed after the rally, going for comfort over fashion, and now Tara couldn’t be happier with that decision. Anything that made getting naked with this man happen faster was okay by her. Clint closed the door behind them with his foot then he bent and took first one nipple then the other in his warm, wet mouth, making her pulse quicken and her eyes slide closed with pleasure. Man, the things he could do with his mouth. Delicious, wicked things that made her want to stay in his bed and never, ever leave.
But you will leave. You always do.
The errant, unwanted voice in her head was quickly drowned out by sensation, as Clint slid her yoga pants down and off her, leaving Tara in just her lacy thong.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your taste?” he said, flashing her his slow, sexy grin as he stared down at her body, making the simmering desire inside Tara boil over.
“In fashion?” she joked, shrugging out of her hoodie to leave her all but naked beneath him.
“In everything,” Clint said before swooping down to nuzzle her through the lace of her panties. He tortured her that way with his sweet lips and tongue until she was all but begging him to get rid of her thong and take her already. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
At first he looked like he was going
to argue with her, but then he seemed to come to some decision. Instead of the bed, though, he pinned her against the wall as he kissed her thoroughly. When they both came up for air, they were panting and ready. She ground the molten heat between her legs against his cock, hard and straining against the fly of his jeans. He was a big guy, all over, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Clint rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said, sliding a hand down to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants. “This. Inside me.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled, rocking against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her too. “How bad do you want me?”
“This bad.” She shoved her hand down into his pants, scraping her nails over his washboard abs as she went. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his length, so large they didn’t quite meet, then traced up until her thumb glided over the tip of him, catching the pearl of moisture there. She withdrew and brought that bead of wetness to her mouth and licked it off, loving how his eyes tracked that tiny gesture. Loving the salty-sweet flavor of him even more. “I need you, Clint. Please.”
He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers and he gripped the side of her panties. “How much do you like these?”
“Not as much as I like you.”
Tara grinned as he tore off her thong with one hand, leaving her bare and ready for him. So, so ready. “You going all badass alpha on me now?”
“I’ve always been a badass alpha, baby.” He pressed her against the wall with his torso while he undid his jeans and took his cock in hand. Legs spread wide, he quickly put on a condom, then pressed the tip of his hardness against her wet entrance. “Is this what you want?”
“God, yes!” she gasped, arching her hips to try and sink him inside her, but he remained tantalizingly out of reach. “Please.” She’d never begged in her life, before Clint. Had never even come close. But there was something about him that made her greedy. Greedy and hot and so needy. Needy for him. “Please take me.”
No need to ask again. He groaned low in his throat and sank his cock into her inch by delicious inch until he was buried to the hilt. Then he held still, eyes locked with hers, body to body, soul to soul. Tara did her best to relax and enjoy it, but her passion was too great. She needed more. Demanded more. She began to move against him, grinding herself into him, seeking her release.
Clint withdrew almost completely and drove home again, his thrusts long and slow, over and over until she feared she might lose her mind with how good he felt. Tara dug her nails into his shoulders and her heels into his butt, urging him on, all the while kissing him, nuzzling his jaw, his neck, any place she could reach, unable to get enough of him.
He cupped her breast with one hand while bracing himself against the wall with the other, next to her head, angling his penetration to hit that tiny bundle of nerves inside her that made her whole body vibrate like a frigging tuning fork. She felt like she was alight inside, shimmering and glowing with exquisite sensation, so close to the edge yet still too far away.
It was so good. It was more than she’d ever expected. It would never be enough.
Then he slid his hand down and stroked her slick folds, causing her body to tighten even more and boom! Her pleasure exploded like the Fourth of July, sparks erupting like fireworks inside her body as he thrust harder, faster, deeper inside her, then went whipcord tight in her arms, coming hard and deep inside her as her body gently milked his.
When it was over and they’d both floated back down to earth, Clint carefully carried her over to the bed and collapsed atop it with her, their bodies still intimately connected. Finally he rolled away and went to the adjoining bathroom to clean up, then returned moments later to gather her into his arms, his gorgeous face more peaceful and relaxed than she’d ever seen it.
In the darkness, in each other’s arms, they both began to drift off to sleep, until the sound of shattering glass jarred Tara wide awake.
“HELP!” Ashley’s panicked scream had Clint scrambling off the bed to find his jeans. “Daddy! Help me!”
“Fuck!” He fumbled to get his pants on and headed for the door. “What the hell is happening?”
“Wait!” Tara called, not far behind him. She’d tugged on her yoga pants and was in the process of zipping up her hoodie, her mind still trying to process everything. She pointed toward the bottom of the bedroom door where ominous curls of black smoke were rising. “Fire!”
“Shit!” Clint rushed into the bathroom. She heard the tap running for a second, and then he was back, tossing a wet towel to her as he passed. “Wrap that around your face and stay here. I’m going to get my daughter!”