A Lover's Lament(96)

“Oh, sweet Katie. You have no idea what sort of challenges I’m up for.”

“Hmmm,” I purr, kissing the side of his neck as he walks through the house and out the front door. “This could get interesting.”

With a speed I didn’t know he was capable of, Devin opens the door of our rental, dumps me in and then runs to his side of the car. In a matter of seconds, we’re flying down the road. His hands are gripped tightly around the steering wheel, and I watch the muscles of his thighs twitch under his jeans as he shifts gears. It’s f*cking sexy as hell, and I suddenly can’t wait for the hotel—I need to touch him now.

Turning in my seat, I reach across the gear stick. Devin gives me a curious glance. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I shrug, slipping my hand in his jeans. I find his erection rock solid and throbbing, and when I wrap my fingers around him, his cock jumps in my hand.

“Katie.” His voice is low, raw and holds a massive amount of warning. “We’re almost to the hotel, baby. Give me a couple more minutes.”

“I’ve given you enough time, Dev.” He glares at me and I can’t help but smirk. He’s just so damn gorgeous it isn’t even fair. That strong jaw, that f*cking dimple … those eyes. It’s too much. He should be arrested for being too damn good-looking.

“Well then, you better drive fast,” I say, dropping my eyes from his as I lower myself in the seat. “Because in approximately ten seconds, you’ll be buried deep in my throat.” He moans, his stomach muscles twitching under the weight of my lips against his belly button. “And once I start, I won’t stop.”

“Hold on.” His voice is deep and husky, and it sounds like he’s doing everything he can to keep himself together. It’s a damn good thing I went without underwear this morning or they’d be soaking wet.

His legs move under me as he shifts gears, and my body jerks as we propel forward. “I am.” Popping the button on his jeans, I slide the zipper down and tug his cock from the confines of his boxers. “I suggest you take your own advice, soldier.” Wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock, I take him deep into my mouth, surrounding him as far as my mouth will allow.

“Son of a bitch.” Devin fists his hand in my hair, and I think it’s safe to say that he’s not doing a good job of keeping it together now. Because when I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft and suck hard, a string of curse words fly from his mouth.

“Katie. Fuck. I’m not gonna …” His words trail off as I suck even harder, pumping him over and over. His hips buck and I feel the exact moment that I’ve driven him to the edge. His body trembles, jerks, and then goes completely rigid. I swallow, riding out his orgasm, before releasing him with a wet pop.

I peek up at Devin while tucking him in his jeans. He looks sated and happy. He must sense me watching him, because he looks down. My head is cradled in his lap and he gives me a devilish smile.

“Your turn.” The car whips to the left and he throws it into park. Before I can blink, I’m upside down, hanging off his shoulder and he’s walking at a fast clip to what I assume is the hotel, considering all I can see is his ass.

His large hand slides up the back of my thigh and then disappears before smacking hard against my ass. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m going to spend the entire night making you pay for that. You’re going to come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Will I scream your name?” I ask playfully.

“Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Right back at ya, babe!





“Between The Raindrops”—Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield

A WARM HAND SETTLES LOW on my back, and I moan when he starts kneading at my sore muscles. Devin was right; I had no idea what I was in for. That man dominated my body last night and well into the morning, and now I’m paying the price.

“Are you sore?” he asks, his fingers making their way to the exact spot that he lay claim to … several times.

“Mmmm … maybe a little.”

He nods and kisses my bare shoulder. His fingers are skimming my back, and the light touch causes goose bumps to scatter across my skin.

“I love that my touch can do this to you.”

“Trust me, soldier, your touch does a lot more than give me goose bumps,” I mumble, my face still buried in the pillow. Devin chuckles, and I do my best to memorize the sound because I won’t hear it for several more weeks.

“We should get up,” he whispers.

“No. I don’t want to get up.” We made love until the early morning hours and then drifted off to sleep before waking up for a late breakfast. Then we made love again, fell back asleep, and now here we are. I have muscles aching that I didn’t even know existed, and I’m fairly certain that I had more orgasms in the past four days than I’ve had in the past four years combined.

“I love seeing you like this,” he says, his hands roaming my naked body.

“Like what? My makeup is a disaster, and I have messy sex hair.”

“Don’t talk about my woman like that.” He pinches my ass playfully and I squirm next to him, rolling over in his arms.

“Hi.”