Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(72)

I might not have my shit together, fuck, if I’m being honest my life resembles a fifteen year old kid who knocked up his high school sweetheart and just got jumped by a pack of thugs—but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I owned my adolescent situation.

I owned Lauren.

And I owned Pea.

“Give me back my pants,” she demanded.

“What do you want? You want me to go carve our names into a tree? Because I’m not about that—where I come from I give you my colors, you become my old lady and I’m not ready for that yet. To be fair, I don’t think you are either but I’m here, and I’ll keep being here because I want to be, because I want to see where this goes, and not just because of Pea but because of you. So, fuck labels, that’s a bunch of bullshit anyway, let’s just be who we are,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning into her. “Be my Kitten and I’ll keep being your Tiger,” I rasped.

“You ever call me an old lady I might kick you in the balls,” she said, as she brought her hands to my face. “I really want to be your Kitten,” she whispered.

“So then let me show you how much of a Tiger I can be,” I growled, my lips curving as she threw her head back and laughed.

That laugh.

God, I was fucked.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and hopped off the counter before standing on her tip toes. Her nose nuzzled my ear as her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass.

“Let’s go Tiger, make me purr,” she whispered against my ear, slapping my ass before she took my hand and pulled me toward the couch.

I watched as she spun around, her smile contagious as she worked her t-shirt over her head, throwing it onto the floor before she pushed me down onto the couch. I loved that she was so confident, that she took charge and showed me what she wanted.

She straddled me, rubbing herself against my cock as she held onto my shoulders.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

I was all about pleasing her so I leaned in to close my mouth over hers, but the tease she was, pulled back. I went at her again, but again she moved that mischievous smile away from me. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me, crashing my mouth over hers, capturing her, claiming her. I fucked her mouth, mimicking the way I’d fuck her pussy, promising my cock would give it to her the way my tongue did.

She moaned into my mouth as I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. My fingers itched to tease that cunt of hers, to dip them into that pussy and pull them back, to suck her juice from my fingers and get drunk on her taste alone.

It used to be tequila that made my head spin, now it was Lauren.

“Riggs,” she panted. I don’t know if my name on her lips sounded like a prayer she wished for or the answer to all of mine.

“Yeah, baby,” I said, taking her lower lip between my teeth. “Tell me what you want,” I growled.

“I want to feel you, all of you…everywhere…now,” she cried, pulling away and raising herself so she was lined up with my cock. I gripped her hips and arched my back, slamming her down onto my cock, rough and hard.

I kept one hand steady on her hip easing her up and down on my cock as she cupped her tits, her thumbs working her rigid nipples.

Thatta’ girl, work those tits.

Get those nipples like rocks, give me something to suck on, something to bite.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, as she quickened her pace, rotating her hips before she lifted herself off my cock. “Not yet,” she panted. “Not fucking yet.” She crawled off my lap, onto the floor and grabbed my cock with her hand as she peered up at me from the fringe of her lashes.

Sexiest fucking woman I ever had.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me deep into her mouth.

Holy fucking shit.

“You like the way you taste, don’t you?” I growled, as she sucked the head of my cock, her tongue twirling around it, licking off the moisture covering it from being deep inside of her. Her hands moved to cup my balls as she pulled me from her mouth, her tongue taking a long sweep along the length of my dick. She wrapped her other hand around my shaft, lifting it so her mouth could replace the hand that cupped my balls and she took one sac into her mouth.

Every thought vanished from my head as I thrust my dick into her hand.

Talk about owning shit. Lauren owned me right then and there. She didn’t even realize how she claimed me, ruining me for any other woman with that mouth of hers. That perfect fucking mouth.

Kitten gave good head.

Phenomenal head.

I take it back.

I’ll go carve our names in every fucking tree in Central Park.

Right after I come in her mouth.

“Shit, Kitten, I’m going to come,” I barked, as she jerked my cock one last time before dropping it. I think I whimpered, maybe I sobbed, but I didn’t come.

She licked her lips, shaking her head as she stood up.

“Not yet, Tiger, not until you bend me over and fuck me from behind,” she ordered. “Now where’s it gonna be big boy? Over the couch or on the floor?” She panted.

Kitten was going to kill me.

But it definitely wasn’t a bad way to go.

“On the floor,” I hissed, moving off the couch on wobbly legs. My dick throbbing. I worried if I didn’t get the fuck inside her I was going to combust. She laid down on the floor, rolling over onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder.