Hard and Fast(24)

The more excited she got, the more Imogen relaxed her bottom onto him,  and he gripped her hips tightly, wanting to give her the biggest,  brightest, most amazing pleasure she'd ever known. Her saliva had  slicked him up and he clenched his thighs and her mouth slid smoothly  and tightly over his throbbing cock. When she took him deep, Ty's tongue  faltered on her while he closed his eyes and groaned.

"Oh, babe," he murmured, knowing she probably couldn't hear him. But damn, that had him about out of his skin.

Knowing he was going to come soon, he renewed his efforts on Imogen,  slipping his tongue into her the way he had already figured out drove  her wild. Her hips bucked beneath his grip, and he knew he'd hit the  jackpot. He worked her, faster and deeper, shifting his focus from the  feel of her on his cock to the feel of her soft, sweet insides, and he  was rewarded with a trembling in her thighs. Her movements paused on  him, then she burst into an orgasm, her moans muffled by the way he  still filled her mouth, her body jerking. Ty held on, stroking evenly,  enjoying her legs wrapped around him, her weight on him, her hot inner  core spread for him to pleasure. Her orgasm was hard and tight, and  rolled over him as he kept his tongue buried in her, the tangy moisture  an erotic reminder of how much he loved doing this with her.                       
       
           



       

Him doing this to her.

After her shudders had quieted down, Imogen started moving on him again,  and Ty sank back a little, still holding her, still feeling her over  and around him, but wanting to just close his eyes and enjoy her  attention. Her breasts moved over his stomach and her hair tickled his  thighs and he forced himself to relax his body, knowing it would make  the pleasure more acute for him. Letting himself groan at the feel of  her mouth, Ty ran his fingers over her soft smoothness, over the backs  of her knees, her thighs, her backside.

When she added her hand to her movements, trailing her mouth with a firm grip on his shaft, Ty forgot about relaxing.

"Yes, that's it," he told her. "Give it to me, honey."

She didn't answer, for which he was hugely fucking grateful. She just  kept on doing what she was doing, and Ty held on to her hips and pumped  himself into her mouth, taking over the rhythm. Imogen let him, holding  her hand and mouth steady while he thrust into her, and Ty gritted his  teeth and exploded with a tight groan.

Imogen held steady, taking him, and he rode out the ecstasy, the room  hot and bright, his thoughts nonexistent, his body pulsing and throbbing  and rejoicing. When his shudders slowed, he brought his thrusts to a  stop, and lay on the bed for a second, stunned and depleted. God, she  was magnificent. It was another second before she pulled back, then she  just turned and shot him a sly smile over the curves of their tangled-up  bodies.

Wait a minute. Her lips were shiny, but otherwise clean.

"Did you swallow?" Ty asked, a little shocked.







"Uh-huh," she said. "You don't mind, do you?"

Like he even needed to think about that. "Hell, no. Damn, you are so  fucking hot and sexy. I just can't say that enough, Emma Jean. In fact,  I'm thinking of giving you a new nickname. I might just start calling  you Engine, since that's what you do to me. Turn me on. Rev me up."

"Really?" She shifted so that her legs were no longer on either side of  his head. "I turn you on?" Ty couldn't resist the urge and smacked her  retreating ass. She had an adorable, spankable little ass.

"Uh, yes, babe, trust me. I am one amazingly lucky guy to have tapped you."

"Tapped me?" She raised her eyebrows, but she looked amused even as she looked confused. "What does that mean?"

"Tap you. Like a keg. Let the fun begin, the spirits flow, open it up . . . I don't know. It's just an expression."

"So I've been tapped?" She rested her chin on his chest and gave him another sleepy smile.

"Yep." Ty kissed her palm. "And I'm going to tap you again on Monday  when we're camping, so rest up this weekend while I'm gone."

"Are you leaving today?"

"Yeah, I should be out of here within . . ." He glanced at the clock.  "Shit, an hour and a half. Do you want a shower? I'm going to fix us  some breakfast."

"I could use a shower." Imogen leaned over and fumbled around for her  glasses. She stuck them on her face and widened her eyes. "Ah, that's  better. Now I can see." Ty sat up and leaned against his headboard. "So  you really can't see all that well? Damn, girl, you could have lost an  eye doing what you were."

She laughed. "I can see something that big. I'm not totally blind."

"True, it is really big," he joked. He'd say he was on the high side of  average, nothing to either worry about or brag about, and hey, it worked  for him. But he enjoyed teasing her.

"I like it. A lot," she said in a voice that was neither joke nor  flirtation. It was just Imogen honesty, and that as usual was totally  arousing to him.

"Why, thank you, honey," he said, thinking if she didn't shift off of  him, she was going to find herself liking it a whole lot more. Since he  didn't have a condom within reach and he had to leave, that was not a  good idea. Time to change the subject. "You ever thought about Lasik eye  surgery?"

"No, not really."

"Too expensive?"

"No, I can afford it. I have a trust fund from my grandparents."

"Really?" Although Ty knew Imogen was educated and had guessed she was  from an upper-middle-class family, he'd never suspected she had an  actual trust fund. But he reasoned she had to be living off of something  while she was in school. "Then why do you drive that shitty car?"  Imogen laughed. "Just because I can afford a new car doesn't mean I  should buy one. I didn't know how long I would be in Charlotte, so it  seems like a waste of money." That made no sense whatsoever to him. "A  good car is never a waste of money."                       
       
           



       

"It's just not important to me to have a splashy car with all the bells  and whistles. I didn't even get my driver's license until I was  twenty-three."

"Why not?"

"I was chicken, and I didn't need one. I rode the bus, the subway, or  grabbed a taxi." She propped her hands on his chest and smiled up at  him. "And I don't get Lasik surgery because I am not sure I would  recognize myself without glasses. I've had them so long it's part of my  identity." Now, that made sense to him. "I can totally understand that.  And you wear your glasses well. You are very beautiful."

She sighed. "You say that so earnestly. Like you actually mean it." He  laughed. "I do mean it. Now get up, Engine, and jump in the shower.  There are towels under the sink.

Come on down to the kitchen when you're ready and I'll have a good Southern breakfast ready for you."

Peeling herself off him, she said, "Is this going to involve gravy?"





"Uh, yeah. You can't be eating a biscuit without gravy."

"I'm not entirely sure my backside needs calorie-laden gravy and buttermilk biscuits."

"Your ass looks amazing, thank you very much. And don't even go there  about calories with me. You're rail thin and I am sick to death of women  who won't eat. It just sucks the fun out of everything."

"So does gaining weight," she pointed out, though she didn't sound particularly passionate about it.

Ty frowned. "You think I give a shit if a woman has a curve or two?  Hell, more for me to play with." Imogen smiled. "That's good to hear,  Ty. That's a healthy attitude. And no, I am not in the business of  denying myself foods I enjoy to maintain a completely unrealistic weight  goal in order to satisfy society's ludicrous standards of beauty. I am  naturally thin and I try to eat healthy for longevity, but I am not  going to turn down cake when it's offered."

"Or gravy and biscuits."

She grinned at him. "Right. And I was just curious how you weighed in on the issue, pun intended, since Nikki starves herself."

"It drove me nuts, plain and simple." But he didn't want to talk about Nikki. "Now get in the damn shower."

He smacked her ass again to get her moving.

"Will you stop doing that?" she asked in exasperation as she stood up  and padded over to her pile of clothes and bent to pick them up.

"Not if you keep doing that."

She came straight up, ruining the view, and whirled around, her clothes  pressed against her naked body, cheeks pink. "You are incorrigible, you  know that?"

"Yep. And you like it. Admit it." Grinning, Ty leaned back against his  headboard, his arms behind his head, totally naked, with an erection  reaching for the ceiling.