Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

His mouth reconnected with hers as he slipped his hand beneath her skirt, stroking her over her panties.

She gasped when he pushed his finger inside her. He thrust in and out before adding another thick finger, which easily slid into her channel because she was so wet. When he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clit, she whimpered.

His mouth was on her ear. “Come on my hand.”

“Tell—”

“You want my c**k in you? Fucking you like this?” He thrust his fingers in deep.

It felt so damn good she moaned, “Yes.”

“Then come on my hand.”

Georgia didn’t have to tell him she needed him to stroke her clit faster. She didn’t have to tell him to rub the tips of his fingers over the ridge of flesh on the inside wall of her pu**y. Tell did that automatically. Perfectly.

“I wanna hear you the first time I get you off.”

She was so close. And Tell’s harsh panting in her ear really did it for her. Normally she had some warning before an orgasm unfurled, but not this time. This time everything happened in a rush. Her clit pulsed. Her pu**y muscles spasmed around his fingers. She dug her nails into Tell’s forearm, just in case he decided to pull away too soon.

He chuckled against her throat and the vibration traveled down her torso to where his magic fingers were still working her.

“Oh God.”

After the last throb faded, his firm, warm lips ate at her mouth. He murmured, “I want you. Now.”

“Yes. My room is upstairs—”

“That’s too far. I want you now.” He blew in her ear. “On the stairs.”

On the stairs? Georgia shivered.

Tell eased his hand out from beneath her skirt. Watching her eyes, he yanked the blouse off her shoulders. Then her bra hit the floor. “Take off your panties, Georgia.”

Dragging them down her legs, she kicked them away.

His eyes drank in her half-bared body as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

This intensity was intoxicating. No dimpled smile, just heat firing his eyes. The angles of his face seemed more pronounced. Edginess rolled off him as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.

He wrapped a hank of her hair around his fingers, using it to tug her closer until they were chest to chest.

She spread her palms on his pectorals, wanting so much to put her mouth and tongue where her fingers touched.

Then his mouth snared hers in a brutal kiss. Another hot, wet, deluge that left her teetering in her heels and on the edge of orgasm again.

During the all-consuming kiss, Tell maneuvered her to face the staircase.

He said, “On your knees on the second stair.”

Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she did at he directed, resting her elbows on the fourth stair tread.

Hearing the crinkle of plastic, she looked over her shoulder at him as he rolled on a condom.

“Grab on to the spindles.” His work-honed hands skimmed the outside of her legs and he pushed her skirt out of his way. “Spread your knees and flatten your back.”

The carpet scraped her elbows and her knees as she widened her stance.

The tip of his c**k circled her pu**y. His strong fingers dug into her hips as he pushed inside her fully. Filling her so completely she felt the head of his c**k bumping her cervix.

Yes. God. Yes, that was good.

He didn’t say anything beyond a long groan.

Twice more, Tell eased in slowly and withdrew slowly.

Then no more niceties. He slammed into her and pulled out all the way, quickly slamming into her again. And again. And again. The sounds of bodies slapping and harsh grunts permeated the air.

Georgia arched harder. At this angle each stroke hit her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy. Each hard thrust nearly stole her breath. It certainly stole her wits; she couldn’t think beyond more.

Tell f**ked her without stopping. Without saying a word.

She’d never been…taken like this. Her body had never responded like this. Her skin tingled from her nape to her heels. Her blood burned hotter as it churned through her. She held on and held her breath as another orgasm rocked her.

His thrusts became frenzied and he released a long groan. His hips slowed from the relentless, pounding rhythm to small, rolling prods with his pelvis. His entire body shook as he fought for more breath.

Then she felt his hands moving up her back, releasing gooseflesh from every point of contact. Firm, warm lips kissed her shoulder. His hands swept aside her hair so he could string kisses up to her ear. “So beautiful.” His palms followed her arms to her wrists. He curled his big hands around her fingers gripping the stair spindles. “Loosen up, sweetness, or you’re gonna get a cramp.”

Still such a concerned gentleman. She’d move. In a minute. When every part of her brain and body and soul wasn’t so relaxed and floaty.

He chuckled. “You’re a little out of it, huh?” He pulled out. She heard clothes rustling. His hand circled her ankle and he removed her shoes, sending them tumbling to the floor. Then he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.

Georgia let her head loll into his neck. He was so warm. So solid. And he smelled good. Like cologne, sweat, sex and man. She sucked in another lungful of him and let it out as a sigh.

“Which room is yours?” he said gruffly.

“The one with the big bed.”

She thought she heard him growl again.

“You shoulda said the big pink bed.”

“I’m a girl. I like pink.”

He set her on the bed. Keeping her eyes closed, she stretched her arms above her head. “I’m so tired.”

“Lemme help you get ready.” Tell’s hands roamed over her torso until his fingers reached the waistband of her skirt and he tugged it off. He settled her head on the pillow before tucking her beneath the sheets.

“Aren’t you gonna stay with me?”

“Not tonight.”

He stroked her cheek so sweetly, she angled into his touch. This floating feeling was marvelous.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Turning my brain into mush. That was really fun. Can we do it again?”

“Anytime.” He kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Classy, McKay. Fucking Georgia on the stairs. That was your big ‘wait for it baby, it’ll be phenomenal’ sex play?

What the hell had he been thinking? Not even taking the time to get either of them completely naked? He’d just bent her over…

And found himself in heaven.

Georgia Hotchkiss was as hot-blooded and hot-bodied as he’d imagined. Those little moans she made. The way she’d given herself over to him without hesitation. If she hadn’t forced him to look at why he’d been holding back with her, he wouldn’t know the wet clasp of her pu**y around his cock.