Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(12)

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned close to me, and I could feel his lips against my cheek as he whispered, “Oh, Bo Jane, we are far from done.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. I hoped he’d go away, but then his lips pressed into my cheek, and I jerked my head away. Meeting his gaze, I glared, but he just grinned in the easygoing and confident way that had my blood boiling.

“Till next time.” He smirked.

“There will be no next time.”

His eyes sparkled with certainty. “Yes, there will be.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m telling you. There won’t.”

“There will,” he called, and when I went to disagree, I saw that he had closed the bar door with a slam. Biting my lip, I looked back at my phone, my skin crawling. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared by the confidence in his voice.

No, it didn’t matter.

Nothing was going to happen between us.

Right?





Chapter Seven





Bo





His mouth felt like a rose running between my breasts, taking my breath.

His rough, calloused hands held my hips as he trailed kisses down my stomach and dipped his tongue in my belly button as I arched up against his mouth. My pussy was throbbing, dripping wet from his slow torture. He hadn’t shaved, and his jaw was rough with hair as he dragged it along my skin. It did nothing but drive me crazy. Every single inch of my body was on fire.

Everywhere.

I hadn’t been touched by a man in a while. I hadn’t yearned for a man until now, and as he fell between my legs, I could do nothing but whimper. Slowly, his tongue made circles around my belly button before running down to my mound, where his chin was tickling my lips. His shoulders were thick with muscle I dug into with my nails. I arched up, wanting his mouth on me.

Needing it.

Slowly spreading me apart, his elbows dug into my knees as he chuckled against my center. “Jesus, you’re dripping for me.”

I couldn’t speak, nor did he wait for me to, before dipping his tongue between my swollen lips—and I swear I couldn’t hear anything but my heartbeat. I cried out as he slowly dragged his finger along me, dipping deep inside me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Gasping as he circled his tongue along my clit, I tried to arch more, but his hand sprawled across my stomach, holding me down as his tongue and fingers tortured me.

Sucking my bud between his lips, he flicked his tongue, making me squirm and whimper even louder. The sounds coming from me were like none I had ever heard in my life. They were somewhere between pure pleasure and absolute need. He was making me crazy, but I didn’t want him to stop.

“Please don’t stop,” I cried out. He sucked my lips and my clit into his mouth. The pressure was unreal, and soon I was shaking and screaming with my release, my whole body jerking against his mouth. I held his head right where I wanted it.

Where I needed it.

And boy, he didn’t hold back. Sucking my clit as I rode my orgasm, he was relentless, his fingers biting into my thighs. I cried out, thrashing against his mouth. Taking me by the backs of my knees, he pushed my legs back until they touched the bed as he fucked me with his tongue, my cries filling the room as he swallowed me whole. When he stopped, I thought he was done, but he wasn’t.

Soon his cock was deep inside me.

So big.

So thick.

And fuck, why did he fill me so completely? Perfectly. I swear I could feel him in my chest as he pounded into me. I looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, his chest so thick and wide. His abs clenched, sweat dripping down his body as he slammed into me, our bodies making the most beautiful music I had ever heard.

“I swear, you’re the hottest woman I have ever seen.”

Holding the top of the bed, I tipped my hips up so he could go deeper, both of us moaning with the simple movement. “You’re going to break me.”

“You’re fucking right I am,” he grunted as he thrust deeper and with more force. “Your heart, your body. Everything. I will break you. Hurt you. I’m not good enough for you.”

“I know. I don’t care. Fuck me,” I cried out, arching, my body squeezing his as my toes curled. But then he pulled out of me, flipped me on my stomach, and brought my hips up before entering me from behind, his cock going deeper than before. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s right,” he murmured against my back, jackhammering hard into me. My ass smacked into his thighs with each thrust. Holding on to the sheet, I cried into him, his body so deep inside mine as another orgasm started to build. I couldn’t believe it. I was about to come again, and that would be a first. He was so fucking big, he hit all the right places. I couldn’t fathom it. I hated this guy, but man, he fucked like a dream.

When my head jerked back, his fingers tangled in my hair, I hissed out a breath as his lips came to my cheeks, trailing kisses along them.

“Stay away from me. I’ll ruin you,” he grunted against my ear.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Gus, fuck me harder.”

“Oh, I will, and you’re going to love it.”

“I know, fuck, yes!” I screamed, squeezing him with my pussy, my legs tangled with his as his grip on my hair tightened. When I started to come, my whole body went taut. He continued slamming into me as I cried out. He grazed my jaw with his teeth, and I squeezed my eyes shut.