Page 18 of Bitter Heat

She wasn’t paying attention to what her hand was doing over his crotch until he brushed it aside. He kept her mouth busy, drinking from her so deeply, she felt drunk. She hummed when he unzipped his pants and then wrapped her hand around him. This, too, felt innately familiar. She hadn’t forgotten him at all. Not the taste of him, the size of his hands, or the cock that made her into a woman. He was the biggest she’d had, and he knew what to do with it. Roth put himself on a pedestal, and even though she begged other men to knock him off, they hadn’t. It wasn’t fair, but none of that mattered now.

His hand closed over hers, telling her without words exactly what he wanted as if she could forget. When he undid her jacket, the cold draft made her stiffen, but that was forgotten a moment later when his large hand closed over her breast. He squeezed and released, making her blood run hot. When he squeezed her nipple, she let out a mewl, and his dick jumped in her hand. She smiled and knew he felt it because he knocked her hand away.

“Can’t take it?” she taunted, words slurring as if she really was drunk on him.

He yanked on her jacket, forcing her arms backward as he took it off, leaving her in two sweaters. Their mouths detached so he could rip the sweaters over her head and toss them. She hunched her shoulders against the chill and wrapped her arms around herself, now clad in a lace bra, long johns, and jeans. Goose bumps popped up over her skin. She wasn’t sure if they were from the cold or Roth who yanked her forward with a tight grip on her ass, and buried his face between her breasts. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and looked down at the erotic sight.

“No rules.”

His voice was muffled by her skin, but she still heard it.

“What?”

He turned his head to the left and lapped at her nipple through the lace.

“You’re giving me free rein. I can do whatever I want to you. No stopping, no matter what,” he said between licks that made it hard to focus.

“Yeah, whatever,” she said impatiently and gripped a handful of his hair.

She thought she saw a flash of white as he smiled and then closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he sent electrical shocks through her with each pull. One of his hands slid along the seam of her jeans, between her ass, and then pressed against her aching pussy. She rocked her hips, riding his knuckles, feeling the material bunch up to give her the friction she needed.

He switched to her other nipple and began the process again. Nuzzle, kiss, suck. She ran her hands through his hair as he tempted her mind away from anything serious and responsible and created a reality focused on carnal pleasure. This was how it had always been with him. He was the master and she, the willing slave.

Her body bowed as he sucked hard enough to bruise. “Roth!”

She pushed him into the cushions and yanked on his hair. Just when she was about to smack him, he released her. She moaned as he tongued her swollen nipple and moved to her neck. With unerring accuracy, he latched onto the same spot that he had in the hospital as his hand drifted over her quivering belly. She sucked in a breath as he undid her jeans and sank his hand into the tight space. Two fingers dipped in, and she spread her legs to give him access.

“Dripping wet for me,” he said against her neck.

“What are you gonna do about it?” she asked as he played with her honey. He wasn’t stimulating her, just exploring, and she wasn’t pleased.

“I’m gonna eat it.”

He rose without warning, effortlessly rising with her in his arms before he tossed her on the couch and sent the whole thing skidding back with a booted foot. She watched dazedly as he tossed quilts, old comforters, and random blankets on the ground in a makeshift bed in front of the hearth before he dragged her unceremoniously off the couch. She landed on the pile, which didn’t offer much cushion.

“Ouch, you ass!” she growled and yelped when he grabbed her ankles and tipped her on her back.

He shook her out of her jeans and long johns and ripped off her matching lace underwear. She opened her mouth to snap but forgot what she was going to say when he knelt and dragged her toward him. His eyes were trained on her pussy as he lifted her and slid a pillow under her ass. His eyes flicked up to hers as he stroked her thighs. He started at her knee and then traveled slowly up, rough hands scraping deliciously over her sensitive skin. She gave in to the compulsion to spread her thighs and saw his mouth curve in a satisfied smile. Fucker.

He leaned down and kissed one inch below her belly button. She shifted restlessly beneath him. He kissed her thigh, lapping so close to what was dripping for him.

“Fuck, Roth.”

He looped his arm around her left thigh before he placed his hand on her pussy and spread her. She looked down the length of her body as he studied her.

“So pretty,” he murmured as he lowered his head. “Pretty and pink and slick for me.”

The first stroke of his tongue made her toes curl.

“You taste the same.” His fingers dug into her soft thigh as he went back for another taste. “God-fucking-dammit.”

He had always enjoyed going down on her. It wasn’t until she dated other guys that she realized not all men were into giving women oral sex, which was beyond lame. If someone thought licking her kitty was gross, no blowjob for them. Simple. Out the door they went.

Roth’s free hand wandered over her body. He stroked her belly before he traveled to her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he ate her. She planted one foot on the floor and lifted her ass off the pillow. He growled, and she looked down. Their eyes collided, his black ones reflecting the fire and an animalistic lust that made her womb clench in anticipation. He was going to fuck her so hard. She couldn’t wait. She closed her eyes and let him play. His beard created a rough friction she wasn’t familiar with and discovered she was totally into it.

She could feel her orgasm building. Her breathing became ragged and uneven. He pinched her nipple. She jerked and grabbed a handful of blankets in preparation.

Some days I wish I never laid eyes on you.

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