Page 7 of Touch of Smoke
“If you say so,” she said and continued walking until she stopped at the sand-colored Yukon parked on the corner.
She opened the front passenger side door and climbed inside to get the phone and bag his sister had sent her in search of. And Ro stood on the sidewalk watching her ass as she knelt on the seat and reached back to the second row. He didn’t take his eyes off of her and when she climbed out of the truck, closed the door and faced him again, she frowned.
“Perv,” she snapped.
He threw his head back and laughed.
sariya
. . .
“Arch your back, Sariya,”Ro instructed, his voice a raspy whisper.
With her face pressed into the mattress of the hotel bed, arms spread above her head, she did exactly as he said, arching her back until her ass was tilted up, her legs partly spread, pussy pulsating.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to give you this dick?” he asked as he used both his strong hands to grip each cheek of her ass.
She moaned, couldn’t help it, that shit felt too good. Every touch since she’d walked through that door had felt too damn good. And she didn’t want it to stop.
“Answer me!” He bellowed, released her cheeks then smacked one hard.
The sound echoed through the room, to be quickly followed by her gasp and then a muffled, “No.” She breathed through the pleasurable sting on her skin. “No, I don’t know.”
“A long ass time,” he said, then grasped her cheeks again, this time spreading them open. “Shit, Sariya. You look so damn good, baby.” He groaned and she panted. “So. Damn. Good.”
The next thing she knew, his tongue was easing down the slit of her ass. Hot, wet, and so amazing she screamed like he was killing her instead of pleasing the hell out of her. Over and over he licked and sucked until she dripped from her center, her thighs convulsed and her teeth bit down into her bottom lip.
What felt like two or three fingers pressed into her while his mouth continued to work and she gripped the sheets, closing her eyes to the sensations sweeping through her body. Ro was licking her ass and finger fucking her. In about three point five seconds she was going to explode and just fifteen minutes ago her best friend had driven off into the night with her new husband.
What in the world was she doing?
Having one hell of a nightcap could be the best answer.
When her release ripped through her, she tried to scream but it got caught somewhere between his name and a muffled cry as she buried her face into the bed, eyes closed so tight she swore she felt tears. The way her body convulsed uncontrollably scared her for a split second when she thought she might need to be carted off to an emergency room instead of tucked into bed for a good night’s sleep.
“Yeah,” Ro moaned and sighed as he licked and swallowed every drop of her release. “That shit’s mine too,” he said. “Every last nut you get belongs to me.”
Somewhere in the distance of the hazy orgasm aftermath she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and before she could brace herself, catch her breath, or hell, pray, he was pushing his thick hard length inside of her. One deep thrust was all it took. His hands clenching her hips, his groin slapping against her ass in a loud, “smack!” and she was done. She knew and he did too, even before he started stroking her like she’d just signed over ownership of her pussy to him.
He was right, every orgasm she would have from this moment on, whether it came directly from him thrusting in and out of her as he was currently doing, or when she touched herself to this memory, they belonged to him.Shebelonged to him, just like she’d always feared.
“Hey? You still with me?” His hand on her shoulder, giving her a little shake yanked Sariya out of that memory.
That blissfully hot memory of the one night they’d spent together seven years ago.
“What? Yeah. Yeah,” she said and reached for her glass on the table in front of her. “I’m here.”
But she really wasn’t. She was back at that hotel, the night of Donyell’s wedding, when she’d said to hell with all the trepidation, she’d felt about wanting Ro to fuck her, and simply let it be. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, or at least a really attractive one.
And shit, after she took a gulp of the water she’d ordered to go with the loaded nachos the server had brought to their table a little while ago, and glanced at Ro again, he was still too fuckin’ fine.
Pecan hued skin, smoldering dark brown eyes, goatee with a few strands of gray that gave him the start of what she knew was going to be a distinguished gentleman look, and low temp fade cut had set her hormones ablaze the moment she stared down at him sitting in that booth.
The last time she’d seen him had been three years ago when he was home for Christmas. Four years before that had been Donyell’s wedding and before that had been the four years she and Donyell were away at college. He’d come home for a few holidays during those years, but whenever Sariya was home on a holiday break from school she spent that time with her mother and Uncle Larry. Her college summers were spent either volunteering at one of the local hospitals or that year she andDonyell had saved up their leftover financial aid money and spent a month traveling Europe.
“What did I just say?” he asked with that grin that had grown more sexy than goofy over all the years she’d known him.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. You talk too much.”
