Page 29 of Tied Up In Tinsel
She hummed, the vibration shooting down my spine. She was unhurried, savoring the moment, exploring with each slow lick and delicate suck like she was memorizing my shape, my taste, learning exactly how to unravel me piece by piece.
Annie looked breathtaking doing it. Her auburn hair tumbled forward, a curtain of fire and silk, her flushed cheeks hollowing as she drew me deeper. Her eyes flicked up at me, and that single look—the sparkle of desire, the power she knew she held—nearly undid me.
I leaned forward, my hands brushing over her shoulders, then sliding behind her. With fingers that shook slightly from restraint, I unclasped her bra. The lace slackened instantly, and she let it slip down her arms, dropping it beside her shirt without pause.
Her breasts spilled free, round and full, the dusky peaks already stiff from arousal. My hands ached to cup them, to knead and worship them as much as I wanted to be inside her.
“God, Red…” My voice broke into a groan as she took me deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate me, her tongue swirling as if she wanted to make me lose every ounce of control.
The sight of her—bare, wild, flushed with desire as she worked me with her mouth—was almost too much. And yet, I knew I’d never get enough.
I fisted her hair and pulled her off my cock, forcing her to look up at me. Saliva glistened at the corner of her swollen lips, her eyes wide and shimmering with desire. Breathless. Wanting.
As much as I loved seeing her on her knees for me, I wasn’t ready to be finished. If I let her keep going, I would’ve been undone in minutes, and I needed more than that.
My other hand slid to her throat, not rough but commanding, guiding her up to her feet. The moment her toes touched the floor, I crushed my mouth to hers. The hand at her throat kept her close, our lips colliding like two people starved.
She melted into me, kissing me back with the same desperate urgency. Her hands tugged at my jeans, shoving at them until I stepped free and kicked them aside. She stood before me in only her pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting every last layer gone.
“Not here,” she breathed against my lips, her voice shaky with need. “If Ruby wakes up…”
Without hesitation, I broke the kiss and tossed her over my shoulder. Her squeal was muffled by her laugh, her fists pressing lightly into my back. I didn’t bother with the clothes we left behind, not when I had her.
I carried her up the stairs, my pulse thundering in my ears, and into my bedroom. The only rooms up here were mine and the bathroom I used.
With one push of the bedroom door, we were sealed off from the rest of the world. I dropped her onto the bed, my gaze devouring the sight of her as I stripped my shirt off and let it fall.
Her laugh danced in the air when I hooked my fingers into her pants and yanked them down, panties with them. She was bared to me, sprawled across my bed, and my chest tightened at how utterly stunning she was. I wanted to take a slow moment to memorize every curve, every delicate detail—but desire roared too loud in my veins. There would be time later.
Now, Ineededher.
I dragged her toward me, her ass at the edge of the bed to rest on the footboard, and shoved her thighs apart.
“Brooks, what are?—”
My tongue answered before she could finish. I licked a long, slow stroke up her slit, savoring the taste of her. The sound that tore from her throat had me groaning against her. I flicked her clit and then sealed my mouth over it, sucking hard, pulling another broken moan from her lips.
Her hips jerked, grinding against me, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck, Brooks,” she gasped, her voice shaking, breaking.
I pressed one hand flat against her stomach, pinning her down, keeping her at my mercy. My tongue and mouth worked relentlessly—licking, sucking, devouring her like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could satiate me.
She rocked against my mouth, chasing the friction, her moans growing louder, tighter, until her thighs clenched around my head.
Her release came in a rush, her body trembling, her voice breaking on my name. I didn’t stop until she was gasping and shoving at my hair, pulling me away with a shaky laugh.
“Too much,” she whispered, breathless.
I leaned back, lips glistening with her, and smirked. I could’ve wiped it away, but I didn’t want to. I wanted her to taste herself on me.
When I kissed her again, she moaned into my mouth, our tongues tangling, lips crashing like we couldn’t get close enough. She shimmied backward onto the bed, dragging me with her, never breaking the kiss.
Then she pushed at my chest, flipping our balance, and suddenly I was flat on my back, head resting against the pillow.
Annie straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, my cock throbbing against her as she leaned down and pinned my hands above my head. Her hair fell around us like a curtain, her eyes blazing as she smirked against my mouth.
The sight of her in control, flushed and wild, had me harder than I’d ever been.
