Tainted Gold (Providence Gold 3)

The first inkling I had that she’d moved was when a warm, tight wet mouth closed around the tip of my erection, which I’d still been holding in a fist. When that mouth moved down and met my hand, I looked down in shock.

“What you doing, baby?”

Her garbled response was impossible to decipher this time seeing as how she didn’t stop what she was doing. Not that I’d have made her stop, it felt too good. Who in their right minds would want to stop this?

As my head fell back on my neck and I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling, I remembered suddenly why I’d stood up to begin with.

A condom! Always, always protect your wood, boys.

If I hadn’t been so desperate to actually be inside her in another location on her body, I might have let what she was doing carry on a bit longer, but Lily on her knees on my floor? She deserved rose petals, or the feathers from the wings of angels, not wood. Well, at least, not that kind of wood. Mine was different.

Bending and pulling my cock from her mouth at the same time, I reached down and picked her up, throwing her back on the bed.

“Stay,” I ordered firmly, adjusting where I was pointing a couple times as her body moved on the bed. “Jesus Jones, woman, would you just stay put!”

“I am,” she huffed, and I saw the three versions of her fall back so she was lying flat on the mattress. “Hurry, Tate.”

Those two words had me tripping toward where my pants were, five million miles away by the door, to pull my wallet out of the pocket.

Of course, my pocket had shrunk at some point, so I had to tear it to get my wallet out, but eventually I was holding it in my hand. Opening it, I reached into that area behind the little slits for credit cards that no one knows what it’s for, and pulled out a condom which had been sitting in it for a while.

Something I would end up kicking myself for in the morning, but sober hindsight and all that.

Carefully pinching the foil packet between my teeth, I tore it open and pulled out the rubber that would keep both of us protected.

Rolling it down my length, I walked over to her, climbed onto the bed and then moved so that I was on top of her, balancing my weight on one shaking arm.

“Are you sure?” I asked, wanting to make sure she was where I was. Women had a choice, they always had a choice even if alcohol was involved– no meant no.

“If you don’t shove that in me,” she hissed pointing to the dick that I was still running my hand up and down slowly, making me pause until I realized it was attached to my body and not just a random cock that had appeared. “I’ll hurt you.”

Angling it, I ran it up and down her pussy, miraculously hitting the target first time around. I might be drunk, but I wanted to take it slowly so I didn’t hurt her.

Apparently, she didn’t share that sentiment though, because she lifted her pelvis upward at the same time as me pulling me down into her, which led to about two inches of my dick going into her at once. I wasn’t like an elephant trunk swinging around its head huge, but I wasn’t a small guy, so slowly would definitely have been better.

“Shit, Lily,” I croaked, not like a frog, but not far from it. “I…”

I lost all train of thought when she wrapped her beautiful silky legs around my hips and used them to pull me down deeper inside her, taking all brain function along with speech away from me.

What followed was the definition of carnal, or it would be if I could remember what it meant. It was sweaty, energetic, sheet tearing and the best sex in the history of sex. The Kama Sutra had no idea what it was talking about in comparison. Or was it Karma? That would fit also, so long it was a ‘you get what you give’ type of sex, a bit like the sixty-nine position.

We started off in drunken missionary, moved to drunken cowgirl and then moved to the drunken doggy. It was carnal sex pilates.

When I could feel her knees slipping on the sheets as I thrust into her, I pulled out and spun her onto her back, and pushed inside her again.

“Stop spinning me around,” she whined, even though she’d been responsible for at least two of the spins by now. “It’s making the world earthquake and the room spin.”

Lifting her feet so that she had one braced against each of my collar bones, I started to move inside her again.

“Push on my shoulders with your feet,” I panted, grinning when she did it.