Page 32 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

Ladybug. Such a crazy nickname, but it made her grow even wetter. Or maybe it was the rough but affectionate tone in his voice when he said it. Either way, she was inching ever closer to an orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

That didn’t last much longer.

“Hold this,” he told her, handing her another lime wedge.

She started to lift it to her mouth but he stopped her.

“Right there.” He moved her hand to rest on her left hipbone.

“What—”

She gasped as he licked a path along her inner thigh and shook salt over it. Then he tipped the tequila bottle over her mound. She felt the cool liquor trickle over her clit, adding to the wetness.

He lowered his head, licked up the salt, and then went to work getting every drop of tequila. And then some.

Randi’s fingers curled into his hair and the couch cushion beside her as she held on. He ate at her, licking and sucking, drawing her clit into his mouth with perfect pressure to shoot her right to the edge. But it wasn’t until he slid two fingers into her and said, “Sweetest pussy ever,” that she went careening into the hardest, most satisfying orgasm of her life.

Apparently he didn’t have to alwayswritethe words to get a reaction.

She drifted back to earth to find him grinning smugly as he plucked the lime wedge from her fingers and sucked on it.

The sucking caused the ripples of her orgasm to keep rippling and she tried to clench her thighs. But he was in the way.

“I’ve never loved tequila more,” he said, tossing the lime wedge back into the container.

“My favorite,” she said. “Absolutely.”

He kissed her again. Then pushed back. Kneeling on the cushion, he unzipped his pants before standing and shoving them and his underwear to the floor.

Randi took in the sight of Nolan’s hard cock. He was long and thick and firm, and she felt the ripples start again, need building just looking at him.

He held out his hand. “Ride me.”

“Yes,” she said on a breath, grabbing his hand and letting him pull her up as he sank back onto the cushions.

She threw her leg over him, straddling him like before. He held up a condom that he must have pulled from his pocket.

“Prepared?” she asked.

“Optimistic.” The wicked grin he gave her made her inner muscles clench.

Grinning, happier than she could remember being in a long time, she took the foil package and sheathed him, enjoying every inch of the hot steel under her hands. Before she could say anything or even get positioned, Nolan’s hands were back on her hips and he was lifting her up. A moment later he eased her down as he thrust up, filling her in one long stroke.

Randi tried to catch her breath, but her body insisted she start moving, oxygen or not. She lifted and lowered herself, feeling every single drag of her body on his.

“Fuck, Randi,” he said through gritted teeth.

She braced her hands on his chest and moved again, loving how his grip tightened on her and his chest rose with the huge breath he sucked in.

“Lift your skirt,” he told her.

She couldn’t leverage herself against his chest then, but she did as he asked, holding her skirt up. She didn’t need to worry. Nolan’s big hands continued to move her as if she weighed nothing.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he told her gruffly. “I love seeing my cock disappearing into your tight, sweet pussy. I’ll never get tired of watching that.”

Randi felt her inner muscles clamp down on him. Dirty talk was fine and she’d heard all the words, but she knew it wasNolansaying these things that made it hot and naughty and so good. Because it was more than words. She heard the way he felt in his tone and saw it in his face. This wasn’t just a fuck, or a cock-and-pussy moment. This meant something to him.

“You feel so good,” she managed, though her chest and throat were tight for some reason—exertion, possibly, but more likely emotions that she didn’t want to deal with right now.

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