“Neither. I want to understand better, that’s all.”
I blow out a breath. Understanding is important. Vital, really. “You can always ask me anything. I’ll answer what I can.”
“You’re sexy when you talk club business stuff.”
She slowly walks over to the door. Anticipation crackles over my skin as I run my gaze over her bare legs. “What’cha up to, chickadee?”
Shelby
I twist the lock and it snaps into place with a soft click.
Rooster raises an eyebrow. “Locking Jiggy out?”
“For a few minutes.”
He sets his phone on the table, eying me with curiosity.
“You’re lookin’ mighty fine over there, Rooster.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, one corner of his mouth pulling up. “Yeah?”
I step closer, slowly sliding up my skirt. “Take out your cock.”
His eyes briefly close. “Fuck, if those aren’t my four favorite words coming out of your mouth.”
“Is that right?” I slide my panties down my legs and toss them his way. He catches them mid-air and sets them on the table, motioning for me to hurry closer.
“Look at you so hard and ready for me,” I tease.
“I’m mostly hard around you all day, every day.” He strokes his hand up and down his shaft a few times. “But as soon as cock comes out of your mouth,” he says, emphasizing cock with his version of my Texan accent, “I’m all the way there.”
“Lucky me.” I drop down in front of him, running my hand over his knees up his thighs, to hook my fingers in his jeans, tugging them out of my way.
He chuckles as I brush his hands aside and take over the job of stroking him.
“Fuck, I love your hands on me,” he groans, resting his head against the wall and closing his eyes.
“Just my hands?” I lean in and wiggle my tongue against him.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body shuddering. “Your mouth. Definitely. Tongue too.”
“Mmm.” I drag my tongue over his length slowly, savoring his taste with a happy hum.
He groans even louder.
I slide my lips over the head of his cock, taking my time until he hits the back of my throat. It’s quiet, allowing me to track every inhalation and shaky breath he takes. It’s a powerful feeling each time he alters his breath in response to my touch.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Mmmhmm.”
He shudders again. Another tortured sound passes his lips as I slowly slide my mouth up, almost letting him pop free before going all the way down again.
“Shelby,” he pleads. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
I laugh softly but keep going, allowing every shaky breath and twitch of his muscles to guide me.
“Shelby.” He gives my shoulder an urgent tap. “Come here, baby. Please.”
Breathing hard, I release him with a loud pop. My clit throbs. I continue moving my hand over his slick flesh at a lazy pace, even though I’m aching to have him inside me. “What’s on your mind?”
“You. On my cock.” He reaches over and snags my underwear, twirling it around his finger. “Unless you took these off for no reason.”
“No,” I answer slowly. “But maybe I changed my mind.” I dip closer and steal another lick. “You taste really good.”
He grips my arm. “Get up here.”
Laughing, I press my palms against his thighs and stand.
“That’s it,” he encourages. His hands grip my thighs, sliding my skirt up and out of his way. “Come on.” He pats the cushion and I place my knee on it, snuggling up against his leg.
With his hands around my waist, he guides me until I’m hovering over his lap. I take a few seconds to tease him, lowering myself until I graze his cock, then lifting up and away.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” He grips me tighter, pushing me down.
While toying with him is fun, need slams into me. I can’t wait any longer. Reaching between us, I grip him firmly and lower myself. Both of us groan as he slides inside me. His hold on my waist loosens.
“That’s right.” He glances down. “Keep going. You can take more.”
He strips my shirt over my head and unclasps my bra, tossing that somewhere near the bed. “Better,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. “Much better.”
“Logan,” I whisper, my hips rolling at a slow, decadent pace. “Why’d you stop me?”
He twines his fingers in my hair and pulls me down. His other hand rests on the small of my back, guiding me forward in a rhythmic motion.
“I like kissing you while your pussy’s squeezing my dick,” he answers. His last words are swallowed up as our lips mash together. My chest’s pressed against him but his T-shirt’s in my way. Without breaking our kiss, I jam my hands under the soft cotton, tugging it up until we have to part. He helps strip it off and flings it away, frantically yanking me close again for more ravenous kisses.