Trouble on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 3)

While keeping her legs straight, she put her hands on his thighs, bent over, lowered her head and licked the pre-come off his prick. The view straight up her back with her round ass high in the air was phenomenal, but the feel of her tongue as she lapped up the liquid from the head of his prick ripped a moan of appreciation from his throat. Then she took him inside her warm mouth and he couldn’t watch her anymore. If he looked as she slid her pink lips up and down his cock, he’d blow before he ever got a chance to slide inside her. He needed to grab a cond—

“Shit!” He yelled out the word in frustration.

Olivia popped her head up, replacing her lips with her fingers as she stroked his dick. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.” His hand didn’t require one and that was the only partner he’d had in three years. “I haven’t needed one since before…”

His throat closed up. He couldn’t say it out loud. It was too fucking pathetic. The woman who’d rocked his world like no others was naked in front of him, wanting nothing more but to fuck him blind, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He’d pushed her away at that hotel three years ago like the cocky bastard he’d been, so sure she’d be waiting for him when he came back. Maybe this was his proper penance for his sins, to get so close and not be able to feel her— really feel her—again.

She straightened and then stepped over his legs so she straddled him. “I’m on the Pill.”

His heart screeched to a halt in his chest before revving back up like a race car hitting the straightaway. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself down onto his straining cock, sheathing him completely in one long, torturously amazing stroke.

“Does that answer your question?” she asked.

Tight. She was so fucking tight around him, the perfect fit. The last blood cells powering his brain fled south where all the fun was going on and he switched into primal mode. He gripped her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down against him, hard and fast. The absolute rightness of it swept through him, Olivia might not be his, no matter how much he wished she was, but she was his for right now and he was going to make sure she knew it.

“Oh my God, Mateo.” She rocked against him on the downward thrust as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“You want it hard?” It’s what he promised when everything had started and he wanted—needed—to deliver.

She nodded. “Please.”

Then that’s just what she’d get. He yanked her off his cock and got up from the chair. Olivia stood in front of him, her chest heaving and a confused, lust-dazed look on her face. Evidence of her desire glistened on her inner thighs and her nipples jutted out from her tits. Oh yes, she wanted it just as much as he did.

This wasn’t a pity fuck. This was a welcome home. Finally.

He strode behind her and then stepped close enough that his chest pressed against her back and his hard-on nestled between her ass cheeks. Dipping his head lower, he brought his lips to the outer shell of her ear. “Face the chair and kneel on it.”

She shivered against him before doing what he asked.

Tracing a finger down the length of her spine, he wondered at the fact that, of all the people in the world who should run away from him, it was Olivia who stayed with him even when he tried to scare her away. It had always been like that, with her and only her. The realization warmed a spot inside him that had been dark and frozen for years. “Hold on to the chair, honey.”

She curled her fingers around the back of the chair, spread her knees apart as far as possible and arched her back so her ass was offered up like the gift it was.

The sight made it impossible to move and barely allowed breath to enter his constricted lungs. “Damn, you are so beautiful.”

She peeked over her shoulder and shot him a saucy smirk. “Stop staring and give me your cock.”

“This cock?” He gripped his prick and smacked her ass with it.

“Yes.” Her heady sigh just egged him on.

“You want it?” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Yes,” she cried, hungry and demanding.

The time for teasing had passed. His beauty needed relief, and she wasn’t the only one. He eased into her, taking his time until he was balls-deep. Relishing the feel of her tight hold on his dick, he paused for a breath but the buzzing at the base of his spine grew with each inhale as he held the position, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to move, had to feel her come all over him.

Back and forth, he rocked his hips, slamming into her as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Hard and fast, bordering on desperate, their bodies crashed together until she tossed her head back and came, screaming his name.

That’s all it took. His balls tightened and he thrust forward, his orgasm spilling into her harder than he’d ever come before.

Mateo wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her as he pivoted so he sat on the chair with her nestled on his lap. She settled her cheek into the pocket of his shoulder.

“You’d better not move for a good long while,” she mumbled as her eyes fluttered shut.