“Don’t you come yet,” he said, feeling the onset of my second orgasm. “I can’t hold out if you come. I’ve barely kept it together so far and I want to draw this out.” With that, he slowed his pace and it was agonizing.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I moaned, but I wasn’t sure he understood what I was saying. Hell, I couldn’t even remember my name.
He chuckled and I looked into eyes that were staring at me as if I was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
At that moment, I felt it, and then he slammed into me harder and faster and I was coming, stars exploding, and fireworks, and all those other exploding things I couldn’t think of because I was having a fucking amazing orgasm, and this guy was beautiful and sexy and he was coming now too, with one last, “Fuck.”
He made sure not to crush me when he let himself down and laid his head on my chest.
We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. Good workout. Now I didn’t need to go to the gym. Yet another perk of sex.
“That was . . .” he said, tilting his face so he could look at me.
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t think I can move.”
He finally pulled out and I almost reached out to grab him and pull him back. I liked having him inside me. Probably like how a socket feels having a plug snugly inserted into it. Or maybe not. I have no idea how sockets feel.
“So does this mean you’ll take another look at my résumé?”
Six
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I really, really didn’t, but after the brilliant sex and seeing Lucas’ sweet face and sex hair next to me on the pillow, I couldn’t leave. By the time I knew it, the sun was creeping under the curtains and an alarm was blaring and I was wondering where the hell my underwear was and if he had an extra toothbrush and if he didn’t, was I comfortable enough to use his?
His arm reached over me and slapped at the alarm clock as he groaned and moved closer to me, resting his head right on my breast.
“What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Six-thirty,” he said, his voice muffled by said breast. His tongue flicked out and licked my nipple and I could feel his morning wood under the covers. I’d never been much for morning sex. Mostly because I hated mornings and I always felt kind of gross. But maybe I could change my mind . . .
“Why are you getting up at six-thirty?” I said, looking around the room for my clothes. My head was only a little achy from the drinks I’d consumed last night. Yes, I was one of those bitches who almost never got hung over. As long as I wasn’t drinking wine. That had me leaning over the toilet in no time.
“Forgot alarm. Coffee. Need coffee before talk.” He’d been reduced to a Neanderthal. Any moment he was going to start banging his chest and then go out to slaughter a wildebeest and proudly drag the bloody carcass back to me.
He sighed heavily and got vertical, walking out of the bedroom still naked and I watched him go, admiring his more-than-perfect ass.
As soon as I was sure he wasn’t coming back, I wrapped the blanket around myself and did a search for my clothes. I found them all, crumpled on the floor. My shirt would need to be steamed to look good, and there was a rip I’d need Sloane to fix, but I didn’t really have a choice. This is why I should always carry extra clothes in my purse.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him behind me.
“Coffee?” I was crouched on the floor, gathering my shirt, so when I turned my head, I was staring straight at his one-eyed snake, and it was staring right back at me. Well. How about that?
I looked up and he arched an eyebrow at me as he held two cups of coffee, one in each hand. I had two options. I could stand up, take the cup of coffee and do the walk of shame while I got my ass out of here as quick as I possibly could . . .
Or, I could move my head just a little . . .
“Oh, shit,” he said when my tongue darted out and circled the head of his dick. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, so my chances of deep throating like a champ were slim to none, but I could at least give it a go.
I licked up and down his length and I could feel him quivering like a plucked guitar string, which made me smile. Using my hand and mouth, I sucked him off the best I could and somewhere along the line his hands went into my hair and I wondered where the coffee had gone, but it didn’t really matter.
“I’m going to come. You need to stop unless you want me to do it in your mouth.” His voice was ragged and he was coming undone and I was thinking maybe I wasn’t so bad at this after all and then his hand tightened on the back of my head and it was too late. I swallowed and then grinned up at him.
“Spitters are quitters.” I rose to my feet as he collapsed on the bed again. “Where’s the coffee?”
He pointed to two broken cups sitting in a couple of giant wet spots on the floor. Funny, I missed that part.
“It’s official,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “You are the sexiest woman alive. I mean, I knew it when I saw you the first time and again when you walked into the bar and again when I was getting you off and again when I was inside you, but . . . Fuck.” He turned his head to the side and grinned. I gathered my clothes and lay down on the bed next to him.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”