Page 77 of Revelry
“I want to play something else,” I murmured, plucking her bottom lip between my thumb and finger.
Her breath whooshed out over my hand. “What do you want to play?”
I dipped my head, running my nose up the side of her neck and heard her soft whimper. “Who can come the hardest?”
“That…that doesn’t sound like a game friends play,” she stuttered.
I wanted to beat my chest with pride at reducing her to a quivering mess. “We aren’t friends Gertrude,” I whispered.
“Why do you say that?”
I pressed a wet kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat. “Because I don’t think about you like a friend should.”
She gasped and I nibbled her neck, my hands skimming up her bare thighs and squeezing her round flesh, loving how itfilled my palm. I grabbed a handful of her perfect ass that had tortured me so many times and rocked her into me.
“Tate,” she sighed.
“I want to play, Gertrude. Do you want to play too?” I sucked on her pounding pulse and her grip on my arms tightened.
“Yes,” she breathed.
It was all I needed, I hefted her up and laid her out on the pool table, spreading her legs wide. I traced my tongue over her thighs, to a little beauty spot on one of them that taunted me since the hot spring.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I teased her and I could feel her tugging me up. I went slowly, laving my tongue over her skin, pausing to nip and lick here and there. I nudged my nose along the center of her panties and her back bowed, little gasps falling from her.
“Can’t wait to taste you,” I moaned, spying the wet patch on her panties and her writhing hips.
“Please, Tate.” Her head shook from side to side, and I cupped her cheek, aligning our gazes.
“I’m the first, aren’t I? You were being serious?” I couldn’t explain why I needed to know I would be the first to taste her, to give her that pleasure. It was a possessive side of myself I’d never felt before. An animalistic need to mark her overtook me and I nipped at the seam of her panties.
“You’re the first. Please,” she begged, hips lifting towards me. I pulled back and tugged her panties down, bunching them up in my fist and tucking them into the back pocket of my jeans, before parting her thighs again to get a glimpse of heaven. Dark hair in a little strip, pointing down to exactly where my mouth watered to taste.
I took a breath, trying to calm myself down. I was overstimulated. I clicked my fingers three times, pulling myselfback and inhaling deeply before I bent down and ran my tongue slowly through her slit.
She gasped and bucked her hips. I slung an arm over her stomach, holding her down as I ate at her. My tongue glided up and down, pushing inside her before coming back up to tease her clit, tormenting it before sucking long and hard.
“Fuck, Tate!” she shouted. I watched her, one hand lost in her hair, the other plumping her breast as she writhed beneath me, wild and wanton and chaotic in her pleasure. I’d done this with other women but right now, not a single one of them compared to Gertrude. She was stunning, beautiful and imprinted on my soul.
“Don’t stop!” she commanded.
I went back to feasting on her, using my fingers to stretch her as I sucked her down. She flooded my mouth and fuck, she tasted good. So good my cock pulsed in my boxers. I scissored my fingers, stretching her and she twisted, groaning and then panting.
“Tate, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted, and I could feel her body tightening. I sucked hard then hummed and she screamed, actuallyscreamedas she came, her body clamping down on me and keeping me in paradise. I couldn’t wait to feel what that would be like when she clamped down on my cock.
She bucked her hips and rode out her orgasm, whimpering and whining and I licked her gently before placing soft kisses to her thighs. She started shaking and I pulled her to me, the adrenaline leaving her body. I brushed her hair back with both hands and gently kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth and she sagged against me.
Our afterglow was ruined by the sound of footsteps close by, then the rattling of the door.
“If someone is robbing my motherfucking bar, I will fucking kill you!”
“Oh shit,” Gertrude groaned, pushing away from me and grabbing for her dress.
“Gertrude! I thought you said Max knew we were here?” I said, hastily snatching up my shirt and boots. The door to the bar burst open and Max ran inside, swinging a baseball bat.
“Hey, whoa!” I cried as he ran towards us and he stopped, squinting in the low light.
“Gertrude? Is that you?”
