Gift Wrapped (18 page)

Her lips parted when the music started. “I thought you didn’t like country music.”

“But you do.” The candlelight cast a soft glow over the room, and wrapped around Brinn like a golden aura. “And tonight is all about you.” From his position between her legs, he unzipped one of her boots, then the other, and set them aside. He cupped her face in his palms and kissed her. The soft kind. Slow and long. Fucking delicious.

Between them, she found his button and zipper. Snuck her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her talented little fingers around his dick.

“Stand up,” she whispered between kisses. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Whatever my good girl wants—” He rose, pushed his pants to his hips and rubbed the engorged tip over her bottom lip, then inside her warm, willing mouth. “She gets.”

Palms braced against his abdomen, she looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. She leaned in, changed angles.

“You want more?” he asked, and she nodded. He gave her another inch. Then another. “You want it all?”

Another nod. Wrists and palms pressed together, she raised her hands, nudged one of his.

Goddamn, she wanted this now, tonight? He circled both her wrists with one hand and drew her arms above her head. “You want it like this, babe?” He pushed deeper, until every last fraction of an inch filled her mouth. “You want me fucking your face, taking control of your pretty mouth?”

Her hummed consent vibrated along his shaft. Every drop of available blood rushed to his rock-fucking-hard dick. He withdrew as slowly as he’d entered, pulling out completely, then filled her mouth in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He retreated, pushed inside again, groaning at the tight seal of her lips around his dick, the erotic slide of her tongue. No way could he go slow and gentle. Not with Brinn looking up at him while he fucked her face.

Jesus, the picture she made. Pink cheeks, glassy eyes, hands shackled above her head. Submitting to whatever he chose to give her. Eagerly taking his cock as he thrust between her full, glossy lips, over and over.

“I could come right now, and fuck, babe, it’s tempting. I’d love to bury my cock in your face and come down your throat. Watch you swallow every fucking drop before I let you go. But not yet. Too many things I need to do to you first.”

She whimpered when he released her hands and left her mouth empty. “I would’ve liked that.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to love what I do to you next.” He caught her hands, one in each of his, and pulled her to her feet, against his body. “I’m going to touch every inch of you.” Swaying to the slow music, he peeled her top up and over her head. “Kiss you all over.” He unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms. “Starting here…” He lowered his head, sucked one hard nipple into his mouth while he strummed the other with his thumb.

Her fingers splayed across the back of his head and she pulled him tighter to her breast. “You’re right, I love that.”

“Me too, babe. I love your tits. Your perfect pink nipples, all hard and begging to be bitten.”

“If they’re begging, you should give them what they want.”

They’d barely gotten started and she was killing him. He switched sides, flicking the hard peak with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth over it, and grazing it with his teeth.

“That’s a nibble, not a bite.”

He growled at the taunt. Caught the little bullet between his teeth and gave it hard pressure. Really fucking hard. Her throaty moan filled his ears, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. Soon. He had to be inside her soon.

He headed south, hands and mouth moving over her stomach and abdomen as he pushed her jeans and panties down and off. “What about here?” He wiggled his tongue against her clit. “And here.” He slid a finger into her pussy, groaning at the tight heat. “Hard or soft, babe? Tell me how you want it.”

“Any way. Every way.” Her hips rolled forward to meet his mouth and fingers. “Just don’t stop.”

“That’s my plan.” He hooked his arm behind her knees and scooped her up, then laid her on the bed. “I need you this way.” He nudged her legs apart, trailed his fingers all over her soft skin. “Wide open. All mine.”

“I am.” Barely a whisper, her voice. As if she didn’t want him to hear it.

He stripped off his clothes and settled between her creamy thighs. Her warm, sweet scent surrounded him. But he could get closer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her pussy tight against his face. No teasing this time. He needed to devour her.

He always told her he loved the taste of her, and it was the truth. Sweet when he licked and suckled. A spicy tang when she came. He needed that tonight. Needed her completely undone for him.

He slid his hand up her body. Palmed one perfect tit, rolled her nipple between his fingers. A firm pinch, the kind that made her arch and squirm and moan. Oh yeah.

“More,” she said, tilting her hips.

His cock was already hard as a fucking battering ram, but her breathless tone made it harder. She drove him crazy when she sounded that way—sex-drunk and desperate. Because of him.

Warm, tight heat welcomed him as he filled her with two fingers. She opened wider for him, a silent plea for even more. Her whole body arched when he added a third finger. Her thighs shook and pussy rocked against his face as he stroked and sucked. She was close. Very close.

“Touch my ass.”

He twisted his wrist, slid his pinkie finger lower and pressed it against her tight little ring.

“Inside,” she whispered.

Oh fuck yeah. He was all over that. He wiggled his finger, massaging until he breached her rim. Slow and steady, he pushed inside while bearing down on her clit with his tongue.

“God, Davis, god…” Her hands gripped the top of his head while she shook and bucked and softly moaned.

He’d lose it if he looked up at her, but he fucking had to risk it. Brinn coming was the most erotic thing in the world. Her curves as she writhed. Rock-hard nipples still begging for attention. A deep flush coloring her chest and cheeks. The closed, fluttering eyelids and parted lips.

Sometimes he kept going after she finished, just to hear her shrieks and giggles. Not this time. He brought her down gently, then kissed his way up to her mouth, covering her with his body.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, groaning as he slid home. Buried deep in her pussy, he stilled, savoring the way her body hugged him tight, yet fit him perfectly. “You feel like you were made for me.”

She wrapped her legs around his hips, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down. “Maybe I was,” she whispered against his lips.

Yeah, maybe. They’d figure it out. Right now he wanted to show her how he felt, not talk. He rocked his hips, moving inside her and eliciting a soft moan. Mint and Brinn, a delicious combo he couldn’t get enough of, mixed with his breath. An invitation he’d never refuse.

He sealed their lips together while stroking in and out of her body. The tip of her tongue teased his, and he met it with sweeping strokes. Skin to skin, connected everywhere—fucking amazing.

Brinn arched to take him deeper. Sparks flared beneath her nails as they dug into his ass. Body shuddering beneath him, she breathed his name into his mouth. Coming for him. Around him. So hot. So completely fucking hot.

Fire roared to life in his balls. A couple more strokes, max, before he joined her.

“Turn me over,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Jesus, just hearing the words almost did him in. He pulled back enough to look in her eyes, get a read on her face. “You sure?”

“More than sure. Turn me over.”

Pulling out of her sweet pussy was torture, until he looked down at her gorgeous naked body. Waves of dirty-blonde hair fanned over his bed. Full lips swollen from sucking and kissing smiled up at him. A glow tinted her fair skin. Her deep-pink nipples stood hard and her shapely curves begged for his touch.

He kissed his way from her lips to her hips, then gently rolled her onto her stomach. Goddamn, what a beautiful sight. He crouched over her and brushed her hair to one side. “I’m crazy about you, Brinn.” He kissed the sensitive spot below her ear while stroking between her legs. “I’ll do anything and everything to make you feel good. And stop immediately if it doesn’t.” He dragged her body’s natural lube from her pussy to her ass, used it to ease his middle finger inside. “Relax and trust me, baby. I promise to take care of you.”

Eyes closed, she bit into her bottom lip and nodded as he added a second finger.

He rocked in and out, gently working into a rhythm that matched her responses. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Kind of hot…but good.”

“Yeah, that’s how it always feels for me when I finger your ass, except take out the ‘kind of hot’ and replace it with ‘insanely fucking hot,’” he said, and she giggled. A very good sign. “I’m going to grab the lube.”

“Okay,” she said as he slipped from her body and the bed. “Notice how I didn’t ask about it?”

The question stalled him for a second before it clicked. Their first night together, he’d told her that when the time and guy were right, she wouldn’t even think about the lube.

He grabbed the tube from the drawer, then leaned down to steal another taste of her mouth. “Did you hear the part where I’m crazy about you?”

“I did. I’m crazy about you too.”

Good. All good. He warmed a generous amount of lube between his palms while resuming his position over the backs of her thighs. He slid his hands along the valley of her ass. Massaged her sexy curves until he’d coated every inch with the slick stuff. His dick was so goddamn hard and erect, it could probably hold up the roof.

He needed inside her. Now. “I’m going to go nice and slow.”

Beautiful profile pressed to the bed, she nodded. “I want this. With you.”

He bit back a groan when his cock made its first pass through the slippery valley between her cheeks. Back and forth, he slid, coating his cock with the lube and getting closer to her ass with each stroke. Even this put him on edge. He was so tightly wound, he’d be lucky to get an inch of his dick inside her before he came.

She tilted her hips, grabbed her ass and—holy fuck, give him strength—spread herself open, revealing her tight little ring.

Didn’t matter how many times he’d seen it. Up close and very personal, with his fingers and tongue. Brinn loved ass play, and he fucking loved playing with her ass. But this time… Jesus, this time.

He guided his cock into place. Gave a hint of pressure, enough to watch the tip disappear. He splayed his palm across her lower back. Then he rocked. In a fraction. Out. In a bit more. As gently as humanly possible, given the extreme fucking sexiness of the woman beneath him.

She moaned—a low, throaty sound that sent a spike of fire straight to his balls—when the head of his cock fully breached her rim. “Is that all of it?”

“No, babe. A lot more where that came from.” He pushed deeper, one slow inch at a time. “Got half my cock in your sexy ass now. Still want more?”

“Yes, more, I want it all.” Her soft voice and moans were killing him. Destroying his thinly held control.

He cupped her hips and thrust deeper. Deeper. Until the last of his cock disappeared and his balls hung against her pussy. “So tight. Brinn, baby, you feel so goddamn good. Soon as I move, it’s going to be game over.”

“I don’t care how long it lasts, just fuck me.”

He curled his fingertips into her flesh and eased back. Not all the way. Just enough to feel the hot squeeze of her ass taking his dick when he thrust back in, balls-deep. “Jesus…”

“Don’t stop—” Bad little good girl that she was, she rolled her hips and pushed backward, taking him even deeper. “Do it again.”

Oh yeah, he could do that. He was happy to do that. And do it again. And again. Heat raced through his body, lighting every nerve ending on fire. The inferno spread to his balls, then to his cock, buried deep in her hot ass.

“Fuuuck…” he groaned, rutting on her like an animal in heat before folding himself over her back. He pressed his lips against her neck. Breathed her in while nuzzling her soft skin. “You okay?”

“Much better than okay. Is it always like that?” she asked, hugging his arm tighter around her waist as he withdrew from her ass.

“Like what? Me neglecting to make you come?”

“Geez. Am I that demanding that you think the other two times don’t count?”

He had to chuckle at her affronted tone. “Oh, they counted. They were fucking hot. But why settle for two when you can have three, right?”

“Good point,” she said, wiggling onto her side so they were nose-to-nose. “Maybe we should start over again.”

Now he full-out laughed. “Feed a guy dinner first, wouldya, my beautiful nymphomaniac?”

“Hmm…” She tapped one manicured fingertip against her smiling lips. “I suppose I can wait that long. But only if you promise me dessert.”

“Hold that thought,” he said, practically jumping up from the bed. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

No point in waiting. Timing was as important as presentation, and there was no better time for his question than after wicked, connected sex. He trotted down the hall to the kitchen, snagged the fortune cookie and was back in the bedroom in under a minute.

“What was that all about?”

He dropped onto the bed alongside her. Propped on one arm, he offered up the cookie on his other hand. “Dessert.”

“Oh.” Her voice was as soft as the fingers brushing his palm when she picked it up. “This is the last one…” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth while blinking faster than normal. “I was going to save it until after I move.”

Shit. That wouldn’t work. He cupped her chin, tilted her face upward so he could look in her eyes. “I need you to crack it open tonight.”

She nodded, then pushed up to a position mirroring his. In the small gap between their bodies, she broke the cookie in two. Almond-colored crumbs dotted the navy duvet. In what seemed like super-slow motion, she pulled the strip of paper free of its crisp casing. Stared at the fortune. Then stared over at him. But said nothing.

What the hell—had he had a moment of insanity? Had he scribbled something completely whacko on the note, instead of the message he’d intended?