Page 102 of Cookout Carnage
Sherilyn pulled her T-shirt off then wrenched her shorts open and let them drop to the floor, leaving her in her bikini and necklace.
Tristan stared down at her. ‘Holy shit,’ he exhaled.
Sherilyn shivered again, the adrenaline and anticipation making her teeth chatter.
He reached behind her to untie the string in the centre of her back. Her skin was screaming for contact with his. As he pulled the bow loose, the tiny touch sent a jolt through her body.
‘Tris,’ she gasped.
He trailed a fingertip up her spine to the nape of her neck.
‘Mmmm?’
‘If you don’t touch me, I, I think…’ He tugged at the string of bikini. ‘Oh god.’
His breath was as fast as hers, but he was moving with agonising slowness.
‘Yes, Hot Sauce?’
‘I think I might die.’
He gave a sharp pull and the top fell to the floor between them. Then his hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the countertop. She locked her limbs around him and dragged his mouth to hers. As their bodies mashed together, pleasure scorched across her skin, sending shocks rippling to the ends of her toes. His tongue was fire, licking into her mouth and stealing her breath. Every part of her was alive with sensation and desperate for more. Then his hands were between them, rubbing the ends of her hardened nipples. Electricity arced between the tips and down to the ache between her legs. She bucked her hips into the solid planes of his abs, desperate for release. She was trapped inside a cell of intense pleasure and with each sweep of his tongue, each graze of his thumb, the walls got closer and the pressure increased. She ripped her mouth from his, panting, trying to regain control, but then his hot mouth was on her breast, sucking on her nipple, and she let out a cry.
‘Tris!’
He growled in response, lifting her off the counter and striding down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, laid her on the bed, then ripped her bikini bottoms off and spread her legs. He knelt above her, looking down like a starving man before a banquet, his face flushed. Every sweep of his eyes ignited more fires that burned across her fevered skin.
His gaze locked between her legs.
‘You’re so beautiful, Sherilyn.’
Another time, another place, another man, she might have tried to cover herself, to pull back. But for Tristan there was no reservation. She gave herself completely to him, her limbs soft and pliable as he hooked them over his shoulders and lowered his mouth to her aching core.
She held her breath. He had yet to touch her, and the need for release was almost painful. She bucked towards him, but he gripped her thighs, holding her in place. His fingers spread her lips and she twitched, her inner muscles contracting as if able to draw him closer. Then, just as she was about to beg, he sucked her clitoris hard into his mouth.
She screamed as she felt herself levitating off the bed. He held her clit tight between his lips and strummed the end with his tongue. ‘Ohmygod, ahhh, fuck, Triissssss!’ Her orgasm shot through her with painful intensity. There was no warning. It was like the crack of a whip, and her body had no choice but to obey, convulsing and spasming as intense pleasure shattered through her. She could hear her own screams above the ringing in her ears as he kept sucking and licking, only slowing when she was reduced to a boneless heap, whispering his name over and over like an invocation.
Then his tongue became languid, stroking up the length of her slit, tasting and exploring as if he had all the time in the world. He’d elevated her to a new dimension, each cell vibrating at a higher frequency. She was floating on a fluffy cloud, high in a sky filled with rainbows. But when he grazed his tongue over her clit, she sensed the distant rumble of another release on the horizon. He licked her with light steady strokes, the gentle pit, pit, pit of the first drops of rain. She let out a soft low moan. His tongue continued, stronger, the pitter-patter more insistent. Pleasure was hitting with every flick, filling her up until it seemed there was no room left to breathe. His tongue drummed faster and faster. Sensation whipped through her, tightening and tightening until she snapped, light rolling and thundering through her in waves, buffeting her body as she gasped. As the storm abated, she pulled at his hair with trembling fingers. He lay beside her, staring at her as if she was the second coming.
I love you. I love you. I love you. The words stuck in her throat, tangled up in emotion.
His eyes crinkled with concern. ‘Hot Sauce?’
She pulled his lips to hers, reaching down inside his boxers to wrap her hands around his cock. He groaned into her mouth. He was impossibly hard, precum weeping from the slit as she swiped her thumb through it. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting on hers, his breathing ragged, his jaw clenched as if to hold himself back, even as his hips jerked into her hand.
‘Christ!’ he growled through gritted teeth.
She grinned and scooted down the bed, pulling his boxers off and taking him back into her hand. She pumped slowly up and down as he stared at her, a picture of desperate agony.
‘Do you have a condom?’ she asked.
‘In my washbag.’
He levered himself up as if to get off the bed, but she pushed him back down.
‘I’ll get it. Bathroom?’
He nodded. She stepped to the floor, still pumping his shaft.
