Crank (The Gibson Boys 1)

Narrowing his eyes as he undoes his belt, he licks his lips for my benefit. Not wanting to give up all the power over an orgasm, I pop up on my elbows.

“How do I taste?” I ask.

His hands falter for a moment before he nods his head. “Like a girl who hasn’t been fucked enough.”

“I’d say that’s true.”

The belt comes off with a snap. “It’s your lucky day then, Slugger. I’m about to fuck you into tomorrow.”

MY BOOTS, SOCKS, AND t-shirt lie scattered off to the side. Standing in front of Sienna in only a pair of dirty work jeans, the threads held together by the grease of the day, I watch her absorb the situation. Watch her absorb me.

I never know what to expect from this girl, the girl who I can’t shake. The one I can’t dislike even when I try, and damn it, how I try. I haven’t scratched this itch for fear the irritation would spread far too deep, only to come to realize tonight, as she threatened to quit and never see me again, that I’m already fucked in all the ways that matter. Sinking into her sweet pussy at this point is a side note.

She stands next to the table in nothing but a light pink bra that does nothing but hold up her full, heavy tits. Her nipples are obvious through the lace, dark brown buds peaked and waiting for me. The sight of her alone has my cock throbbing so hard it’s already ready to come.

“Come here,” I say, unfastening the top button of my jeans.

She takes the few steps between us, her cheeks the color of her bra. Standing before me, her hair swept up in a messy up-do she must’ve created while I was stripping, she’s never looked more beautiful.

Bowing my head, I press my lips to hers. One toned arm slips around my neck, tugging the kiss deeper. My hands grip her sides before grazing over her ribs and thumbing the tips of her breasts. She responds with a shudder and breaks the contact. It’s just as well.

“Take off your bra,” I instruct, taking a step back.

“Not before you lose the jeans, Gibson.”

“Oh,” I say, arching a brow. “You think you get to call the shots tonight?”

“I think you want my pussy as bad as I want your cock. That gives me a certain leverage, yes.”

Shutting my mouth before I say something and piss her off, I look her dead in the eye as I unzip my jeans. She seems pleased as she reaches behind her back and fumbles with the catch to her bra. As my jeans drop to the floor, so does the lace. Both are tossed aside together.

As she eyes my cock and does the math, figuring how all of it is going to fit inside her tight body, I grab the length and give it a stroke for good measure. A bead of pre-cum pools on the head.

With the sway of a goddess, she moseys in front of me. Knocking my hand to the side and off the shaft, she wraps her smaller hand around the base of my cock.

“What are you doing?” I groan, her touch alone almost setting me off.

“Just seeing if you really want me,” she teases. Before I can stop her, she’s swirling her tongue along the head like it’s a Popsicle.

“Sienna,” I groan, flexing my hips forward. “Stop.”

“Stop talking.”

“Well played,” I say, accepting my own words back at me as I fight the urge to fuck her mouth. She’s every wet dream and grounded hope I’ve ever had, all wound up in this gorgeous body. It’s almost too damn much to take.

Looking at me through her thick, black lashes, she licks up the length and then drops her mouth over my swollen head. As she starts to take me in again, I clasp my hands under her arms and tug her to her feet.

Walking away, feeling her silent objection behind me, I dig through a drawer in the back and retrieve a condom. Ripping the package open and rolling the rubber over myself, I’m ready to turn around when her hands wrap around me and lay on my stomach.

She strokes the lines in my abdomen, her touch soft against the harshness of her breath whispering against the middle of my back.

“I want you, Walker,” she says, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.

Knowing myself too well and that I’ll start tripping up if I allow those words to settle, I whirl around. “I know you want me. You just came all over my face.”

The sting of her smack adds to the flame in my gut that’s already burning entirely too hot.

“The nice thing would be for you to say you want me too,” she says, forcing a swallow.

“Come on,” I sigh, pointing at my dick. “Does this look like it wants you?”