Diary of a Bad Boy(85)
I glance to the side and check out her partially exposed stomach and cleavage.
“You’re being an ass,” she points out, not fixing the robe.
I adjust my hair a few seconds more before stepping out of the bathroom, then I tip her chin up and whisper, “I’m sorry for being an arse . . . but it’s true.”
She swats my chest causing me to laugh. “You are infuriating.”
“Yeah, I know, lass. Now are ya going to get dressed or are ya going like that? I need to know so I understand how I’m going to approach every guy on the street.”
Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, she stares me down and drops her robe to the ground, exposing her beautiful body.
I shake my head at her. “Not a smart move, lass.”
She folds her arms in front of her chest. “If you try to act like a barbarian and toss me on that bed, you’re going to be in big trouble.”
I take a step toward her and she holds up her hand. “Roark, I’m being serious. Don’t even think about it.”
Another step.
“Roark.”
I close the last few inches and scoop her up over my shoulder. “Roark,” she screeches and then laughs when I press a kiss to her ass and take her the two steps to the bed. I toss her onto the mattress and watch as her hair fans out and her tits bounce with her fall.
Fucking perfect.
I shuck my jeans in seconds and then hover above her, but before I can do anything, she pushes up and slams me onto the mattress so my head is at the headboard. Shit, I didn’t see that coming, but I like it.
“Nice move, lass.”
She doesn’t respond, instead, she sits on my stomach, hands to my chest. “Do you really think we’re about to have sex right now?”
“My dick does.” She reaches behind her, finds my already erect cock and rolls her eyes.
“You’re thirty-two, shouldn’t you be less . . . sexually potent?”
“Are you calling me old?”
She shrugs with a smile. “You’re not a spring chicken.”
Eyes wide, I answer, “I’m not some fucking geezer with a cane.”
Her smile grows. “Might as well be since you’re in your thirties.”
“Are you looking for me to spank you? Is that what you’re asking for? I can arrange it.”
“Is that an older-man thing, likes to punish the girl he’s with? I’m just so young, I have no idea,” she says in an innocent yet obnoxiously sarcastic voice.
I run my tongue over my teeth, contemplating what I should do. I should “punish” her, but before I can make a move, she spins around and faces her back toward me and in one fell swoop, bends forward, taking my cock in her hands.
“Ah, fuck.” I breathe out slowly, my hands instinctively going to her ass. “Sutton.”
She grips the base of my cock tightly and the lowers her mouth to my cock where she lightly licks the tip. A hiss escapes my lips, so she does it again, but this time she swirls her tongue around the head and pumps my length.
Holy shit, that feels amazing. I rest my head against the pillow and try to relax my body into the mattress as she works her tongue around my cock. With each swirl, each pass of her tongue, I feel myself sinking further and further into bliss.
She doesn’t have to work hard to make me writhe in ecstasy.
I peek my eyes open and that’s when I see it, her ass in the air, her pussy so fucking wet that I feel a bolt of pleasure shoot up my cock. She’s turned on from taking me in her mouth.
I need to do something about that.
Hands on her ass, I pull her to my face and swipe my tongue across her pussy. Her mouth stills and then a long moan falls past her lips as I make another swipe. Taking a few seconds, she gathers herself as I continue to work the small bundle of nerves.
Tightening her grip again, she begins to move her mouth up and down my length, her tongue swirling, her moans vibrating my cock in the best way possible, so I return the favor. I hum against her clit and she bucks her hips back, her throaty groans like a bolt of lightning straight through my veins.
My entire body breaks out in a sweat, my balls begin to tighten, and my toes start to curl as my impending orgasm rests at the base of my cock.
Fuck.
I can’t go without her.
Holding off as best as I can, my entire body thrumming with an impending release, I work my tongue over her clit, swiping, flicking, pressing hard and then pulling away lightly. In seconds, her hips are rotating against my mouth and she cries out, her sounds muffled as she pumps my cock up and down with her hand.
My focus narrows, the sounds of the street outside drown away as pleasure rips through my body. My muscles still, my chest strains, my thighs clamp up, and I expel a loud groan as I come, gripping her ass tight.
It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, but when I do, I twist Sutton around and pull her up on my chest where I kiss her forehead. And I had no fucking idea how much I’ve needed that. Could she be more perfect?
After a few quiet moments, she says, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“It was hot as fuck.”
She peeks up at me. “It was.” The sweet smile that crosses her face reminds me, though she might be open and willing to try new things, she’s still an innocent girl underneath. “Want to order some food?”