So. Long(213)

I slip a thumb into her and pump while I tongue her clit, sweeping the tip back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts.

Lou lets out that hot, little sound, and I tighten my grip on my cock. I’ve waited a long time to hear that noise again.

I lick up her backside and tickle her tight little hole. She pulls away, so I move back to her bud. She groans and hikes one knee onto the rail. I ram my thumb in and out of her pussy until her hips jerk and she humps against my face. My other hand works my dick as I suck her nub harder.

I savor her as she pants above me. I drive into her until her muscles clench tight around my thumb. She grunts and bears down against me, drenching my hand. I pull out and lap up the cream waiting for me.

Juicy and tasty as fuck.

I sit back, stroking my hard-on, licking my lips as she rolls over against the rail. Her pussy’s right there. I lean up, giving her clit one last tickle and suck.

I give it a little kiss, whispering, “I missed you too.”

She chuckles and shakes her shorts off her ankle.

I stand, still rubbing my erection.

Her eyes flit to my cock and back to meet my gaze.

I grin. “Good?”

She runs the tip of her tongue across her teeth. “Oh, yeah.”

I smile and wink, though I’m not sure she can see me all that well in the small amount of moonlight shining down on us.

She moves around and pushes me against the rail. “Whatcha doing with your willy there, Buck?”

“I’m getting ready to sink it into those dick-sucking lips or that hot pussy, which I just ate like a boss, I might add. Lady’s choice.”

A giggle escapes her as she backs up a step or two. “Really? Like a boss? Who still says that? And wow. Lady’s choice, is it?”

I pull my hand up my cock and let it pop free, long, proud, and ready for its turn. “That’s right. Whatever you want, Lou. Completely up to you.”

Her gaze drops to my cock. When her eyes meet mine again, she grins. “That fits perfectly with what I was thinking.”

Another step back, and her hand’s on her doorknob.

Oh good. The bed. So much better than the rail.

I take a step to follow, but she’s through the door, and it slams in my face before I get a foot in.

“What the fucking hell, Lou?”

Her laughter sends a spear of heat—not the good kind—shooting through me.

I slap my palm flat against the wood. “What’re you doing?”

She cracks the door. A chain stretches across the opening. “You said, and I quote, ‘Lady’s choice.’ I choose to turn in for the night. Thanks for the tongue fuck.”

The door shuts again. My raging erection flexes as anger builds. I’ve never had a woman want to stop. To just quit.

I step to the window, knocking as I call through the glass, “I don’t get it.”

The light flips on inside. Three seconds go by and the curtain swishes to the side. Her fists rest on her hips, her pussy lips still puffy from where I sucked them until she came. She stands there, wearing only her top, looking at me with a smile like the fucking cat that ate the whole aviary of damned canaries.

I lift my hands in a what-the-fuck gesture. “Well?”

“I don’t want your cock right now. Not sure I’ll ever want it again. But I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

The heat that was frying my dick a few minutes ago moves to my head, setting my brain on a slow boil. “You don’t want my cock?”

She crosses her arms and shakes her head, her smile turning devious.

She moves one leg to the side and points to her still glistening pussy. “Buck, honey, I figured something out after you ran off to California and left me behind. As long as I’ve got one of these, I can have as many of those,” She nods to my erection. “as I want.”

She lifts an eyebrow as she snatches the curtains closed.

Well, I’ll be—fucked.

Or not.





TEN





I take one step and flop backward onto the bed. With both hands over my face, I giggle.

Damn that felt good.

The pussy eating he did was great. But the look in his eyes when I opened the door and told him I’m going to bed—fucking priceless. Teach his ass to think he can smooth-talk his way into getting laid.

Asshat.

He can pack up his cock and carry it back to Hollywood for that shit.

As I stare at the ceiling, trying to relax enough to sleep, that last conversation I had with Buck before he took off runs through my head on a loop.

He pulled me into his arms, held me close, and dropped a kiss at my temple. “You’re eighteen now, you don’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you, Buck.” The pain in my chest was enough to double me over. It was all I could do not to drop to my knees, but that would be truly humiliating, and I’d already tasted enough humiliation to last a lifetime.