Manaconda(33)

Her eyes widened. “Hunter.”

I grinned at her in the semi-dark. “Watching you come apart is almost as awesome as tasting you do it on my tongue.” I angled up to bite her lower lip. “Can you taste it on me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

She groaned and her hips lost their smooth rhythm. Close already. I slid a finger between her cheeks and she jerked up straight.

“Lean into me.”

She hummed out a strangled moan as I slid my middle finger into her drenched pussy. The angle tipped her clit lower where I needed it to be. I rolled my hips and fucked her with my finger. So damn wet.

“This should be my cock.”

She nodded and blew out a breath. “Yes.”

“When I get you upstairs, I’m going to bend you over this huge fucking chair in my room.” Her eyes got even bigger. My little PR Princess liked that idea. Or did she just like the words? “It’s got this curved back that you can hold on to while I take you from behind.” She rolled her hips faster. “Then after we drink a gallon of water, then another bottle of wine I’m going to stretch out on it and watch you ride me for hours.”

Her breath came out in a gasp. Her thighs quivered.

Fuck.

She did like it. And I sure the hell was going to make sure each and every one of those things happened before morning.

I lifted her up. Her outraged gasp turned to a screech as I rolled onto my back and dragged her up my body to kneel over my face. I lashed my tongue against her tight clit and drank down every drop of her cum as she quaked over my mouth.

She slapped her hands against the floor above my head as I held her hips in an iron grip, not letting her flinch away from me. I prayed the people outside the truck had cleared out because there was no way I could silence her this time.

I didn’t want to. Feeling her shudder above me was officially my new favorite pastime.

As she slowly came down, I recited every lyric to every song on my new album to calm my dick. No condom, no condom, no condom made up my chorus. No matter how bad I wanted inside of her, I’d have to wait.

She rolled off me, but before she could get too far away, I dragged her against my side. I’d never been so excited to find one of Keys’ piano covers in my life. She took care of them like they were precious silks. And right now, the padded velvet was coming in handy.

But I needed to buy her a new one, because this one was getting bronzed.

“Two.”

She punched me in the arm.

“I told you seven.” When she didn’t reply, I played with the ends of her hair. “What?”

“It’s gotta be the instruments.”

I laughed. “What?”

“There has to be something in the air in this truck. Magical properties from the instruments.”

“You lost me.”

“This should not be the best situational seduction in my life.”

I tugged her hair. “I think there was a compliment in there.”

“Maybe.”

I sat up, groaning when my hard-on showed me just how much it wasn’t going to bend, or go away.

She brushed the back of her hand along my button-fly. “I could take care of that.”

Just thought of her pale mouth around my cock made it swell even harder. “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

She flipped out the tail of my belt.

“Whoa there.”

“What? Now you’re shy? Or don’t I get to see if it is, in fact, a manaconda?”

My mood deflated, even if my dick didn’t. “You suck.”

“I do. And quite well, I’ve been told.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Killin’ me, Kenny.”

“Then what’s the problem?” She toyed with my buckle.

I cupped her face. “I can’t see you in here.”

“I promise I won’t bite.”

I groaned.

“Maybe just a light graze of teeth.” Her voice was a smoky purr.

The idea of teeth and a woman on my most sensitive appendage usually had the opposite effect on me, but here and now? Yeah. I was willing to let her do just about anything she wanted. When we got somewhere with a light.

There was no way I couldn’t watch.

I’d been thinking about that mouth around my cock since the afternoon. Since the moment she’d given me shit about me being late. Wine-stained or pale as her skin—both versions were making me nuts. And this dark truck wasn’t going to be where she touched me for the first time.

She molded her fingers along my length.

I dragged her hand away, bringing her wrist up to my mouth.

“You are being difficult. I don’t think I’ve ever known a man who would say no.”

I nipped at the fragile skin. “I need to watch.” At her silence, I pressed her palm to my cheek. “That mouth around me, you sucking me in deep.”