So. Long(222)

One eyebrow quirks before his eyes narrow. He seems perplexed, but only for a moment.

As though a light bulb has just been switched on, he says, “Oh, you mean rules of engagement, as in battle rules. Okay, shoot.”

What the fuck else would I mean? What other kind of engagement is there?

Whatever. “It’s more of what I don’t want. Obviously, no one, and I mean no one, finds out about our—arrangement. Especially Aunt Delores; she’d be so disappointed.”

“No one. And that’s a guarantee.” He snags my waistband and pulls me to him. “That’s enough rules for now. Why don’t you just trust me, Lou? This will be fine. You’ll see.”

“Trust isn’t the issue.”

“Good, then shut up and c’mere.” His arm wraps around my waist.

He traps me in his embrace—the place I want to be the most, the place I shouldn’t want to be at all.

I draw in a shaky breath, his scent filling my brain and muddling my senses.

It’s fine. I want him. He wants me. It’s no different than the other night. Only I get more this time. Hopefully I don’t get so much that it breaks me in half when we part ways.

Just do it.

I let my body take over, shoving the logic of my brain aside as I open the button on Buck’s jeans. The zipper rasps as I pull it down.

He slips his hand around to my nape. His lips crash into mine, and his tongue explores my mouth as though it needs to learn every soft, dark place I have.

I nibble on his lips and our tongues dance. He slides his hands to my breasts, cupping them in his large palms. I push the waistband of his jeans down just enough to get into them and take his dick in hand.

When I free his cock, he groans. His erection fills both of my hands and quite a bit more. I pull my grip up its length to the head.

His fingers frame my ribs. He pulls me closer as he drops kisses on my shoulder. His tongue slips along as he sucks the sensitive skin above the neckline of my T-shirt. When he moves around me, kissing the back of my neck, goose bumps rise all the way down my legs.

In a flash, I’m standing topless before him. My arms instinctively cover my tits, as though he hasn’t already seen them. I swallow hard.

Buck pushes his fingers up under my forearms and sweeps them away from my breasts. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m paying for this, so I get to look anywhere, and everywhere, I choose, as often as I want.”

My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes dart anyplace Buck isn’t. The idea of money changing hands makes this feel different than my teasing him the other day.

“C’mon, Lou, don’t get shy on me now. I just had that ass in my face a few days ago.” He steps closer. The tip of his cock brushes my belly, the bead of pre-cum at its tip clinging to my naked skin. A heat wave shoots through me.

My already wet panties are now drenched. Buck kneels and pops the snap on my jeans, dragging them down. I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. He kisses the place where my panty-line lays next to the V at the apex of my thighs. His tongue runs along the lace, sending a shiver over me.

He grabs my hips and spins me around. His hand flattens on my back as he pushes me over the bed. He palms my ass cheeks. Then he growls and nips the lower curve of my left cheek.

I squeak, jumping at the pinch. “Hey, now.”

His laugh is rich and smooth. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging them lower. The calluses on his palms provide just the right amount of friction as he massages my thighs.

He chuckles. “Kiss my ass, twice. Now, there’s a tattoo.”

He lays two kisses over the lip print tattooed on my ass. I never imagined Buck would see it.

“I lost a bet with the guys in my unit.” I bury my warm face in the covers.

His breath warms the top of my seam and he kisses my tailbone. I let all thoughts of other guys, friends and lovers, slip to the recesses of my mind, and I focus solely on Buck and the sensations he creates.

With his mouth against me, he mumbles, “Magnificent.”

He spreads my cheeks, and his tongue makes its way to the moisture pooling at my slit. He pulls my legs further apart and slides his hands up the backs, from my ankles to my ass. His thumbs tickle the skin along the edges of my pussy.

My heart races as Buck pushes my ass up, tilting my hips. He swipes his tongue from my clit to that tight hole at my backside. I grab the edges of the bed when he dips again to smooth the tip of his tongue around my nub, sending little electric shocks through my entrance into my core.

He licks and teases my throbbing slit until I white-knuckle the bedspread.

He shifts, and I scramble to move, but he squeezes my calves. “Wait.”

I still, and he positions me on my hands and knees at the edge of the mattress, my backside turned to him.