Hissy Fit (Southern Gentleman 1)

She pushed up on her elbows and glared at me. “Ezra McDuff…you have one job right now.”

My brow rose. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “And if you don’t get to it, you lose boyfriend points. You’ve already lost some after the day I had…so I’d suggest you doing extra credit to make up for it.”

The idea of doing anything ‘extra credit’ with her really turned me on. Like, really turned me on.

I bit my lip as ideas started to roll through my head rapid fire, one after the other.

“Extra credit?” I teased, finally pressing my hand against the soft skin of her ass and rubbing down the length of her thigh lightly. “What kind of extra credit?”

She spread her thighs.

“The kind where I get to feel that beard between my legs.” She pointed down.

I felt adrenaline start to burn through my veins and my dick that’d been hard since I saw her the first time tonight stiffened further.

But I didn’t want her where she was at.

I wanted her on her back on the bed, her hands free to pull and tug on my hair when my mouth was doing things between her thighs.

Without waiting for permission, I walked up behind her and picked her up around the waist.

She squealed in surprise, drunkenly clutching for the furniture that was no longer near her and giggled as I carried her into the bedroom.

The moment I was close enough to the bed, I tossed her and grinned when she continued to laugh her ass off.

She bounced twice before she finally sat still, her hair covering half of her face and her hands high above her head.

She blew the hair on her face, but all it did was go straight up and fall even more distractedly over her eyes and nose.

She tried it again, and then inhaled it, coughing moments later.

I put one knee into the bed and reached forward, wiping her hair away from her face.

If she hadn’t been so drunk, I was sure that she’d be able to accomplish that feat on her own, yet I was happy to do it for her.

Honestly, I’d be happy to do just about anything as long as it was for her.

I looked down into her beautiful eyes and studied them.

She was staring at me with a small smile on her face.

“I love you, Raleigh Crusie,” I growled, knowing she wouldn’t remember in the morning.

Moments later, I dropped a hard, fast kiss on her upturned lips and pulled back before her grabby hands could make purchase in my hair.

“Sorry, Ms. Crusie, but I have extra credit to start working on,” I teased, crawling my way down her body.

She shifted her legs, but the way my knees were positioned on either side of her thighs, she couldn’t move them far before she got to the barrier.

“Ezra,” she hissed. “Move!”

I snickered, moving first one knee, and then the other.

The moment she was free, she widened her legs and then pointed at her clit with one finger. “Right there, Coach McDuff.”

I licked my lips, then dropped down onto my elbows, pressing my erection into the bed.

“Here?” I asked, kissing the inside of one thigh.

She shook her head, her eyes clearing up by the second. “No, here?”

She touched her clit again, and we both hissed.

“Here?” I moved closer, kissing the crease of her thigh.

“No,” she wailed, her hand going to my hair. “Do you need me to guide you?”

I grinned against the skin of her thigh and nodded my head. “Maybe, Ms. Crusie.”

She yanked on my hair, and I obediently looked up at her. “Will you follow the directions? Most don’t.”

I nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m good at following directions.”

That was a lie. I was totally a fly by the seat of my pants guy, but I’d tell her just about anything when she was in this mood.

I liked it when she was feisty.

“Okay,” she said. “But if you don’t listen, you’re going to need to do some serious ass kissing to get the points you’re losing back.”

“Oh, no,” I teased. “We can’t have that.”

She narrowed her eyes and pulled on my hair. “Up.”

I went up, nibbling my way to where she wanted me.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered.

I did.

“Stick out your tongue,” she continued.

I did that, too.

“Forward,” she instructed.

I moved forward, feeling my saliva gather in my mouth in anticipation of tasting her.

Her pussy was so pretty, and I could see the clear fluid gathering at her entrance, giving away her excitement.

I wanted to taste her everywhere, but for now, I’d play her game, doing what she wanted.

Though, what she was wanting definitely wasn’t displeasing.

In fact, I fuckin’ loved every second of it.

Her hands in my hair, her taste in my mouth? Yeah, there wasn’t anywhere else I would want to be but exactly where I was.

“Jesus,” she gasped. “Push it inside.”

I did, following her directions to the exact preciseness that I did all things in life.