Craving Hawk (The Aces' Sons 3)

“Oh, come on, Tommy,” she said in exasperation, setting her bowl on the table and reaching for mine so she could set it down, too. “I just didn’t know that this was a thing, okay?” She crawled across the bed, and I leaned back a little as she straddled my thighs.

“You didn’t answer the question,” I growled, grabbing her wrists as she reached for me.

“What question?”

“You got another guy?”

“No.” The word was drawn out in annoyance. “But if I did, he wouldn’t be such a pain in my ass.”

I let go of her hands and grabbed the sides of her face before the last word had even left her mouth. God, she was hot. Even when she was being a bitch she was sexy. Especially then.

She sighed when my mouth met hers, and her hands went to the sides of my neck as she sucked my bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. She tasted like pepper, but it wasn’t bad. And her skin was so fucking soft. I’d known from before that it was, but my memory hadn’t done it justice.

I slid my hands down her neck, carefully making sure I wasn’t putting on too much pressure until I’d reached the wide neck of her t-shirt. Her collarbone felt tiny under my fingertips, but I forgot about how breakable she seemed as my hands finally reached her tits. She may have been small pretty much everywhere, but her tits were perfect. Round and firm with nipples that pointed slightly upward on a slope.

“Shirt off,” she mumbled against my mouth before pulling away. “Off.”

She lifted her hands above her head, and I grinned as I ripped the t-shirt off of her.

“Damn,” I groaned as I leaned toward her breasts. I took one nipple between my lips and sucked it up against the roof of my mouth, making her whimper. I knew I was pulling on it kind of hard, but she’d seemed to like it hard when I’d gotten my hands on her in the tent, and she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and her hips rolled against me.

I lifted my mouth and jerked her hips toward mine, and we both groaned as she rolled her pussy against my cock. Holy hell. She was so short that I’d have to bend in half to get my mouth on her tits again from this angle, but I made good use of my hands as she continued to rock against me.

Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing heavily, but I didn’t push for anything more. What she was doing would get me off before long, and I didn’t want to break the spell. I knew that her little asshole cousin had beaten the hell out of her, but I wasn’t sure what else he’d done and I wasn’t going to make the big moves until I knew.

If she wanted more she’d have to tell me. Give me some type of signal.

I let out a startled moan when her hand slid down between us and underneath the waistband of my boxers. Her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

I was pretty sure that was the signal. That was the signal, right? Oh, fuck, that felt good.

I pulled her hand away and threw my feet off the edge of the bed. Turning as I stood, I dropped her onto the mattress and shoved my boxers down my thighs.

“Me too,” she said with a small grin, lifting her hips so I could pull off her underwear.

Then I just stood there. Like an idiot. Trying to take everything in at once. She was small, but she wasn’t super skinny. None of her muscles were defined, but she had curves for days. Small waist, round hips, fantastic tits. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, but it was dark like her eyebrows and contrasted sharply with the blonde hair on her head.

“Nice dick,” she finally said, making my gaze shoot up to meet hers. She smiled teasingly and I couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment. Yeah, I was staring.

Then I realized my condoms were across the room. Son of a bitch.

“Don’t move,” I ordered, glancing back down her body.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

I nodded stupidly and practically ran to the front door where I’d dropped my jeans, fishing the condoms out of my front pocket as fast as I could.

When I got back to the edge of the bed, I found her curled up on her side with one arm under her head and the other covering her tits. She wasn’t exactly hiding her body, but I knew with just one look that my fumbling had cooled things off for her.

“I’m fuckin’ this up,” I said softly, dropping the condoms on the comforter as I leaned over her. I ran my lips down her shoulder as I crawled onto the bed, and before I was even fully on top of her, she’d turned to face me.