“Fuck,” he groans. “Can we talk about this upstairs?”
ROOSTER
I could strangle Boots and T-Bone for this whole stupid pussy patch bullshit.
My cock’s harder than a hammer, painfully confined by my jeans. I should be upstairs making love to my girl, not explaining my club’s deviance.
Thank fuck she’s wearing jeans. The way she’s straddling my lap, if she was wearing one of her cute little dresses, I would’ve impaled her by now and had her riding my cock in front of everyone.
I grip her ass cheeks and yank her closer. Christ, the heat from her center sears me through two layers of denim. Holding her tight, I stand and encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist.
“Ooo.” She loops her arms around my neck. “It’s such a dang turn on that you can pick me up without breakin’ a sweat.”
I bounce her in my arms and she squeals, holding on tighter.
“You can’t carry me all the way upstairs,” she protests as we move through the crowded room.
“Like fuck I can’t. I lift heavier weights than you all the time.”
“Really?”
I flex my biceps. “These don’t grow on their own, baby.”
She laughs at my cockiness and leans in to brush a kiss on my cheek.
“Actually, I’ve been slacking off. Figure once we’re on the road, I’ll set up a regular routine. Wrath’s supposed to help me do that.”
I stop at our door, shifting her in my arms to open it. Her lips whisper over my earlobe sending a shock wave straight to my groin. “Careful, I don’t want to drop you.”
“Mmm.” She flicks her tongue against my neck.
I kick the door closed and press her against it. She rests her head against the door and stares up at me. “That was hot.” With her accent, it sounds more like hawt, cranking me up even more.
“You’re hot.” Not my smoothest compliment but with all my blood rushing south, it’s the best I can do. I lean in and kiss her, sweeping my tongue over her bottom lip until she opens for me.
She curls her fingers into my cut, pulling me closer. Somehow, I manage to tug her shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder. Her bra’s too complicated for my primitive brain to handle right now—especially when she starts tugging at my belt.
“Want something?”
“So, so bad,” she whispers in between kisses and fiddling with my jeans.
The heel of one of her boots digs into my ass. After some wriggling and frustrated huffs, a boot thuds to the floor. She unwinds her legs, and hopping on one foot, tugs off the other boot.
“Eager?” I tease while getting to work undoing my pants.
She flicks a serious glare with a healthy dose of sexy at me. “You best buckle up. I’m about to ride you like a bull at the rodeo.”
“Come and get it.” I shove my jeans down and put on a show of stroking my cock for her.
She quickly sheds her jeans and panties.
“Bra too.”
She flashes an amused smirk and reaches behind her to unfasten it.
As always, I’m struck stupid by her beauty. Breasts that fill my big hands perfectly. Flared hips I love grabbing onto. Strong legs that wrap around me just right. Plush thighs I want to wear as earmuffs.
I’m so lost in admiring every inch, I don’t process that she’s checking me out just the same.
“Damn,” she draws out the word all low and sex-kittenish, “you put those poor porno boys to shame with that monster cock.” She tilts her head. “Why aren’t you starring in those films?”
Another reason I regret she had to sit through that scene. I don’t want her exposed to any other cocks. Ever again. I can’t help laughing, though. “This monster’s for your eyes only, chickadee. Now get your hot little ass over here.”
She doesn’t waste time. It seems we’re in sync. She places her hand on my shoulder and hikes one leg against my hip. I take over from there, slipping my arms under her thighs, palming her ass, and lifting her.
“Hang on.”
She grips my shoulders and leans in to kiss me. The kiss goes nuclear fast. Digging my fingers into her ass, I pull her closer. She moans and rubs herself against me. Not quite where I need her to go. Finally, I guide her onto my cock, taking it slow and easy. Flexing my hips and slowly sliding home. She’s warm and wet and fucking her bare is the best damn thing ever.
“How’s that monster treatin’ you?” I whisper.
She rolls her hips, adjusting to having every inch of me buried to the hilt. “Pretty dang good.”
Damn, she’s funny. I’m half grinning like an idiot and half ready to explode while she uses her grip on my shoulders for leverage to work herself up and down my cock. I bite my lip and hang onto my control by a thread.