Page 97 of Whiskey Chase
“The thing about secrets is some of them need to be kept,” she said quietly.
“Bullshit.”
She put her wine down on the concrete, placed her plate beside it, and rose. She moved to me in the dark and pulled her hair out of the confines of the band she’d secured it with. She was a goddess of the night. I knew I should press. I should insist on continuing the conversation, but she was taking my glass, my plate, and setting them aside.
And then she was settling herself astride my lap.
I opened my mouth, but no words came forth. She scooted higher so that my hardening cock was buried at the apex of her thighs, begging to be released from my pants.
The need was instantaneous. She purred and circled her hips against me. And then she brushed her full lips against mine. An aphrodisiac. That’s what the taste of Scarlett Bodine was. I kissed her like a deprived man, shoving my hands into her hair, thrusting my hips up against her. I wanted in, regardless of the thin layers of clothing that separated us.
She poured herself into the kiss, and as our tongues slid and danced around each other, I ghosted my palms over her breasts. Her nipples budded under the fabric of her shirt instantly at my touch. She made me feel powerful and weak in the same breath. Invincible and desperate.
“We should go inside,” I whispered, pressing fevered kisses to her lips, her jaw, her neck.
“Why?”
“I don’t have a condom on me.” My dick twitched between us, trying to convince me that we didn’t need one.
Scarlett grinned, slow and feline. “Check my pocket.”
“What pocket?”
She tapped the tiny square of pink fabric just above her breast.
I dipped a finger into the pocket and felt the brush of foil. “Ingenious little devil, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Less talking. More nudity,” she insisted.
I glanced around us. There was no one in front of us, but the balconies were separated by brick walls. No one could see us without leaning out over their balcony to peer around the wall, but anyone could hear us. “We have to be quiet,” I warned her.
“I’ll make sure you don’t scream my name too loud,” she promised.
I groaned as she shifted against me, grinding against my insistent erection.
“I want you fast,” she said. Without preamble, she shoved her hand in the waistband of my pants and gripped my shaft.
I let out a hiss of breath. This woman would be the death of me eventually. But hopefully not in the next half an hour.
I spread my legs wider for her, and Scarlett rose on her knees, freeing my cock from the confines of the pants. She ripped the foil with her teeth, and I helped her shaking hands roll the condom down my aching dick.
Her little shorts sported a small wet spot, and I pressed my thumb against it. I could feel her heat through the thin cotton. She shivered and let out a quiet little moan. I stroked her with the pad of my thumb, pressing through her shorts, and then she was gripping my cock and guiding it between her legs. Understanding her intent, I tugged the crotch of her shorts to the side and lined myself up with her opening. She settled onto my tip, enveloping the first inch in that slick, wet heat. I was desperate for more. I didn’t care if she wasn’t ready to accept me. I didn’t care if anyone heard us. I only wanted to be inside her.
I grabbed her hips and, with one quick thrust, drove into her, sheathing myself to the hilt. Scarlett’s head fell back as she held me there, deep inside her, gripped by those delicate walls. I could feel her quivering around me, feel her need buzzing in her blood.
I yanked the neck of her tank top down, baring one breast. And when I latched on with my mouth to that straining peak, she cried out and began to ride me.
I plumped her breast with one hand while I sucked hard, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain.
She rode me with desperation, chasing down an orgasm that was just within her reach. I loved her like this. Reckless, out of her mind with desire for me. I wanted to take her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. Her little whimpers were making my cock even harder.
“Dev,” she whispered, pleaded. The sound of her ass meeting my thighs, damp slaps of flesh, nearly broke my mind. Everything about this woman was a fantasy of perfection. Except she was real. So real. I squeezed her breast, forcing her nipple further into my mouth, and lapped with my tongue.
“I’m coming,” she hissed. I felt her explode around me. Hot, wet squeezes gripped my aching dick like strong fingers. Scarlett stopped breathing and rode me. Hard. I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want this to be over as quickly as it started, but her pussy gripped me, and it took every ounce of my focus not to come right then and there.
“Damn it, Scarlett,” I groaned. She rode me relentlessly, and her orgasm flowed through her until finally she was spent, collapsing against my chest. I held her to me, locked in my arms as the climax that had threatened to kill me slowly receded to the wings.
I thought that I could just hold her like this forever. Wrapped around each other, sated and still hungry. But then she was pushing away from me and climbing off my lap.
