Undenied (Unspoken 3)

He reached out, wanting to touch her hair, coax her closer, guide his cock inside her hot, wet mouth. She chuckled and pushed him away.

“Patience. I’m enjoying the view.”

Her fingers circled his dick, gliding up and down his rigid length. The other hand closed around his sac, her finger rubbing the seam on the backside.

He rocked forward on his toes as her breath tickled over the head. Again she stayed his motion and continued her exploratory caresses.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t gotten to the killing part yet.”

Lord, he couldn’t wait to die then.

She grasped his dick, working it in an up-and-down motion. Then she slid her delicious mouth over the head, paused and let his cock sink deep. He nearly came all undone.

Her tongue rasped the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, and she moved back and forth. When he butted against the back of her throat, she swallowed, the action milking his erection. A thousand volts of electricity arced through his body like a streak of white-hot lightning.

As she pulled away, a tiny spurt of fluid spilled on her tongue. She swallowed and lapped at the head as if wanting more. He wanted to give her more.

She braced herself against his thighs and slowly pushed herself up, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth. He stood there, waiting for her next move.

She pulled him forward. Then her hand fell away from his, and he heard the chair being shoved aside. A moment later, she returned and walked him backward until the backs of his legs came into contact with the bed.

“Lie down,” she directed.

He sat on the bed then reclined.

“Move farther up.”

He complied, scooting until his head was on one of the pillows. He reached down, testing to see if she was close, wanting to touch her.

The bed dipped, and she straddled his waist. She bent down to kiss him then slid her mouth over his cheek to his ear.

“Do you want to taste me as much as I want to taste you?”

“There’s not an inch of you I don’t want to taste,” he said.

He felt her smile against his ear. “I want you to lick my pussy while I suck your cock.”

“I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I want. I’ve known since I saw you in that bar. And I intend to have you.”

“I never argue with a lady.”

“Smart man.”

She lifted off of him again. She rotated then straddled his face, lowering her pussy until she was just inches from his mouth. He could smell her, sweet, slightly musky. Sexy as hell.

He cupped her ass, positioning her better so he could begin his exploration. As his tongue flicked out to circle her pussy entrance, he

r mouth sank over his cock, and he moaned low in his throat.

Her ass quivered against his fingers as he gently worked his mouth over her clit. One thing he had learned since his first encounter with Payton all those years ago was that a woman didn’t want to be eaten like a damn potato chip. She wanted to be teased, savored, enjoyed like a fine wine. Sipped at, not gulped.

She writhed against his mouth, squirming as he continued his exploration. Her breath came in gasps around his cock, sending sparks through his groin. He arched into her as she twisted against him.

He took his time, nudging her with his mouth, licking, nipping then soothing the delicate folds. Each time his tongue swept over her clit, it tightened and a tiny spasm quaked through her body.

“Are you close?” he whispered.

She moaned. “Yes, but not yet. Please.”

He smiled and lessened the onslaught of his mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

She tore her mouth away from his dick and wrapped her fingers around it, moving up and down in slow, long motions. Her chest heaved against his belly.

He parted the soft folds of her pussy, stroking, feather-light. He wanted to see her splayed out over his chest, her femininity bared for him, but at the same time, having to rely on touch and taste was exciting. New. A little disconcerting but in a titillating way.

Slowly, reverently, he pushed one finger inside her, feeling the way the walls of her vagina gripped him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he imagined what it would feel like for his cock to be surrounded by such sweet heat.

When she began to shudder uncontrollably, he withdrew his finger and gripped her ass again, pulling her down to his mouth once more.

His tongue found her clit, and he gently sucked the taut bud into his mouth. She moaned and rocked back as her mouth paused on his cock. “I’m going to come,” she gasped out.

He said nothing but swirled his tongue downward, plunging it into her opening. She tensed over him, and a surge of honey spilled onto his tongue. Her legs shook, her body shook, her fingers tightened around his cock.

She cried out as she undulated her hips in his hands. He held her, coaxing her orgasm with his mouth. Several long seconds later, she slumped against his body, her breath coming in big heaves.

She eased off his body. Again he felt the bed dip as she got up. He heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Soon she returned, climbing onto the bed.

She grasped his cock and slid her mouth over the head, sucking and licking down then back up again. Then she rolled a condom on. He waited, nearly breathless with anticipation.

He flinched as her lips met the sensitive skin just above the base of his dick.

“Ready for a ride, cowboy?”

“Oh hell yeah,” he ground out.

Chapter Five

Payton applied lubricant to Wes’s latex-sheathed cock, wiped her hand on one of the hotel towels then tossed it aside. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.