Page 56 of Fresh Tracks
His words and the way his eyes take me in only stokes the fire in my core. I reward him, sitting back down in his lap with my back to him, swiveling my hips, pressing my throbbing clit and pussy against his erection. Leaning back into his chest, he reaches around me, cupping my breasts, his fingertips toying with my piercings. He kisses my shoulder, then my neck, and finally that perfect spot just below my ear. I feel his warm exhale when his lips part.
“Now you said something about a long day and being sore. I think we need to fix that.”
I feel him shift under me and I watch over my shoulder as he grabs a fluffy towel and unfolds it on the edge of the tile behind him.
I give him a quizzical look and he tilts his head toward the towel with a hungry grin. “Now get your pretty ass up there.”
I stand up in the waist deep water, turning to face him. His long, lean arms are outstretched. He looks like a damn king leaning back, comfortable but in charge. I extend a finger toward the towel, giving him a coy look. “You want me on that towel?”
He nods, his eyes darkening. “Lay back, relax, and let me eat that pussy. I want to look in your eyes when you come this time.”
My heart jumps and my pussy clenches. This is the decisive commanding man I wanted to see and now that he’s focused that energy on me — it’s exhilarating. I step toward him, and he cups my ass and looks up at me, nodding. “Please.”
“I like where your head's at, but my legs aren’t that sore,” I say.
He looks at the towel over his shoulder and back at me, raising that pierced eyebrow that I find so hot. “Then what do you have in mind?”
I step toward him, pushing him further back against the sideof hot tub until he’s leaning back and resting his head on the towel behind him. He looks up at me and this time, I nod at him.
“I want to show you what I was thinking about last night.” I step up and out of the hot tub, lifting myself over him. He licks his lips while his eyes track every little movement with lustful anticipation. The crisp, cool night air instantly makes my skin chill like one of my cold plunges after a workout and I savor the feeling.
I place a knee on either side of his head on the towel. Kneeling over his face, I look down at him and lower myself onto his mouth like he’s my own personal saddle. “Now let me ride your face.”
He grabs my hips, stopping me before I sit all the way down.
“Rainbow.” His voice is low and raspy. I look down at him between my thighs to find his blue eyes smoldering.
I smirk at him, raising my eyebrows. “See something you like?”
“You could say that. Fuck,” he says, planting a kiss on my sensitive inner thigh. “Always full of surprises.”
“Didn’t know about that one, did you?” I tease.
“Nope.” He laughs against my wet heat, slowly tracing my hip bones with his thumbs. “Now, sit. None of that hovering shit.”
His fingers curl around my waist and he pulls me down against his mouth. He wastes no time finding my swollen clit, gliding his tongue up and down before flicking over my hood piercing. That little touch lights the fire in me that he’s been building. I moan, squeezing my legs together, feeling the stubble of his cheeks against my inner thighs.
He hums in amusement and the sound vibrates against my clit piercing. I look down to see his face between my legs, him looking up at me in awe. His tongue stops for a second, leaving me aching for more when he plants another kiss on my innerthigh. “That’s right, baby. Give those gorgeous, long legs a rest and sit that ass down. I want you riding my fucking face until you come. Fuck my face with your drenched pussy as hard as you need. I’m never going to stop thinking about how your wet cunt tastes.”
I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, tightly grabbing the shaggy, wet locks, grinning back at him. This is what I was hoping was hiding behind that laid-back exterior. “Then you better get back to work, Tommy,” I say, blowing him an air kiss.
And that’s what he does. His lips curl into a wicked smile and his dimple pops before his tongue laps at my clit, teasing my sensitive bud. Each stroke flicks my piercing, already pushing me dangerously close to coming undone. I watch his eyes drift to my breasts, the cold air chilling my piercings and hardening my nipples into tight peaks. Reaching down, I lift one of his hands and place it over my breast. His fingers find the metal barbell and he moans against me, taking me that much closer to the avalanche of pleasure I know is coming.
I hold onto his hair, my nails grazing his scalp, rocking my hips with the rhythm of his tongue. He opens his mouth wider, humming his approval against my pussy when his tongue spears me. I gasp at the welcome intrusion and clench my thighs around his head. His tongue pulls back and his deep voice rumbles against my heated skin. “So fucking beautiful. Keep chasing it. We’re going to get you there.”
I smile back, nodding breathlessly. His tongue finds my clit again, this time with more pressure, flicking faster. With just a few strokes, I’m barreling toward the orgasm of my life.
This is definitely a man, not a boy.
He runs his other hand from my hip to my back, his worn calluses igniting every nerve ending on my exposed skin. I arch into his touch, feeling his hand on the small of my back and thewarm steam rising from the hot tub behind me. The contrast with the cool air against my pebbled nipples is glorious. The snow still falls around us, melting on my heated skin, adding to the stimulation.
And then there’s him, the man between my legs worshipping my body. His eyes, the intensity, the calm confidence in them, peering back up at me.
It’s all perfect.
I finally combust, giving into the overwhelming flurry of sensations, coming apart on his face. I close my eyes, throwing my head back, crying out into the cold night air.
CHAPTER 22
