Page 50 of Whiskey Chase
We were surrounded by the night. Crickets and tree frogs, the staggered blink of lightning bugs, and the whispers of wildflowers on the dark breeze. The stars dotted the dark, and the fat moon crouched over the tree line that separated us from the lake. Devlin shifted to my other breast, and I bucked against him.
“You are killing me, Dev.”
I wasn’t one that needed a lot of foreplay. I knew exactly what I needed to get where I wanted to go. Taking the scenic route always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. I liked to get down and dirty quickly so I could be home wrapped up in my robe eating ice cream.
There might have been a few men who gleefully compared my attitude about sex to theirs.
But Devlin was treating my body like a seven-course meal. Like I was something to be savored. It was freaking killing me.
His mouth was patient, feeding on me and working my nipples into tender points until the stars swam before my eyes. When he finally pulled back, the air felt cold on the wet he’d left behind. “Take off your underwear,” he ordered quietly.
I shifted back and shimmied out of them, and as they slid down my legs, Devlin took two of his fingers and sucked them into his mouth.
“Yes.” I didn’t even realize I’d said the word out loud. But the cocky smirk he sent my way told me I’d moaned it. God, I loved seeing him like this.
“Yes what?” He trailed his wet fingers up the inside of my thigh. I was shaking so hard, I needed him so much, that I couldn’t stop the tremors.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He thrust his fingers inside me, and I lost my damn mind. I grabbed for him, trying to pull him down to me so I could kiss him while I bucked my hips to ride his hand. But he held me down and methodically fingered me until I thought I’d die. I was already so close, and he still had yet to put that magnificent cock inside me. I needed it. I craved it.
Devlin curled his fingers in me brushing some secret spot that I’d never discovered myself. I saw lightning behind my closed eyes. I was on a high wire, and I was destined to fall. “Dev. Dev. You’re making me—” I lost my ability to form coherent words when the orgasm slammed into me. I felt my walls clamping down on his fingers as I came. He kissed me then, growling into my mouth, taking possession.
I rode it out as my body spiraled through the pleasure he’d dealt me.
“Good girl,” he said again, and I slumped back on my elbows. He grabbed me around the hips and dragged me to the edge of the tailgate.
“Dev!” I was too sensitive. I couldn’t possibly take what he wanted to give me.
I felt his fingers parting my sex, and then that clever tongue was dancing over that nub of nerves. He licked it with one long stroke, and my head hit the bed of the truck. He didn’t stop to ask if I was okay, and I didn’t give one good goddamn if I was okay. I just didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing with his mouth.
That tongue danced from my clit to my opening and thrust inside.
“Gah.” It was all I could get out of me. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and he was building me up to wanting another one.
Long, slow strokes of his tongue took me higher and higher. Was this what I’d been missing out on all these years?
I grabbed him by the hair and held on tight. My toes were curling up in the boots I still wore.
“You taste so good, Scarlett.”
“Jesus, Dev. What are you doing to me?”
He gave my center another lick and sucked gently on my clit. It was as if every nerve in my body caught fire at once. I sat up like a jack-in-the-box.
“Now, Dev!”
He laughed softly, but started working on the buttons of his shirt. The second it was open, I shoved my hands inside and laid them against his chest. “Do you have a condom, or do you want one of mine?”
“So prepared.” He pulled one from his back pocket.
I loved the look of his cock in the moonlight. I’d write a freaking poem about it... after he made me come again.
While he tore the wrapper, I gripped him by the root. Together, we rolled the condom on.
“You’re so small,” he said. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You’re killing me now, so hurry up and get to the hurting.” I was desperate to have him inside me.
