Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)(69)

Mike straddled the lounger and scooted up until his hands covered the tops of her thighs and slid warmly up to her pelvis. He lowered his mouth at the same time he spread the folds of her pu**y with his thumbs. Holding her open, he dipped his tongue down and licked her from her entrance to her clit.

She nearly came off the lounger and would have but she suddenly realized where C.J. had gone. He was holding her shoulders down so she couldn’t move. Her gaze went helplessly to Cole who surveyed her with lazy arrogance.

Mike nuzzled her flesh, the scruff on his jaw abrading her sensitive areas, driving her crazy. He licked and sucked, gently, so very gently. The man was a God when it came to o**l s*x. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t throw herself at a man who had a mouth like this.

And man was he patient. He didn’t tire. Didn’t grow impatient when she didn’t come right away. He was content to work her up slow and easy. He licked her deep, sliding his tongue as far inside her as he could reach. Then he’d work his way up to her clit where he’d tongue her and suck lightly at the quivering bundle of nerves. She was ready to scream because she was so on edge but she just couldn’t get there yet.

“She needs more,” Cole said softly. “She needs that edge. A little rough. Push her a little more and she’ll come.”

Oh how he understood her. Even watching another man go down on her, he could read her like a book. Knew she was close and what she needed to achieve release.

Mike nipped lightly at her clit and then rubbed the bristle of his beard growth through her folds. He slid two fingers inside her while he nibbled at the taut bud above her entrance and then began finger f**king her.

“That’s it,” Cole said. “Don’t be afraid of hurting her. She likes it rough. Don’t you, Ren darling?”

“Yesss.”

The word came out as a long hiss because just as Cole had given Mike further directions, Mike added a third finger and thrust hard.

“Come in my mouth,” Mike said hoarsely. “I want you to come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”

Those words, so sweetly said, did more than the bite of pain and the hard edge of his fingers. She catapulted over the edge, her entire body drawing up and then exploding with the force of a bomb.

She quivered from head to toe and she was only aware of Mike licking her. Of him sucking every bit of her release into his mouth. She moaned and melted into the lounger, so boneless that she couldn’t move. Her legs sagged limply to the side. As Mike raised his head from her pu**y, she couldn’t even muster the strength to close her legs so they remained gaped open like a complete wanton.

“Bring her to me.”

Cole’s quiet command drifted over her ears and soon she found herself lifted from the lounger and delivered into Cole’s waiting arms. He cuddled her to him and held a glass of cold water to her lips. She drank thirstily and then sagged against his chest as he stroked his hand up and down her back.

“Lay here with me, Ren. I’m going to feed you delicious food and we’re going to watch the sun go down.”

She sighed a blissful, happy sigh and burrowed a little tighter into his embrace. Oh, but he did love to spoil her so.

CHAPTER 30

“Where did you wander off to today?”

Ren lay in the lounger, wrapped in Cole’s arms as the sunset put on a fiery display worthy of the gods. The sky was painted in vibrant golden hues with brushes of pink and lavender. And just over the horizon, the sun was a giant orange orb, sinking lower and lower, hanging on with a weakening grip.

She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She knew exactly what he was asking. It was the source of her punishment and the catalyst for everything that had happened since. Put in that light, she couldn’t very well regret what had happened but she could at least make him understand.

“I was thinking.”

“About?”

She flushed, embarrassed at the first thing that had drifted her off course while Cole was f**king her.

“Ren?” he prompted.

“I was imagining what a child of ours would look like,” she mumbled.

He went utterly silent. So still against her. Disconcerted, she chanced a peek at him to gauge his reaction and was stunned by the raw hunger in his eyes. He looked …wistful.

“I think she would be beautiful like her mama,” Cole said quietly. “Dark skin, dark hair. Who knows what kind of eyes with your mixture of brown and green and my blue eyes. But I’d lay odds she’ll be stunning.”

“And a boy?” she asked with a smile.

“I picture him like you too. A miniature Ren with your mischievous smile.”

“Would our children inherit nothing from you?”

“Just my love of you.”

She was flattened by the statement. Had no response. She felt like she was swaying while the world went still around her.

She lay her head back on his shoulder afraid to dream further.

“When you began the punishment, I remembered when we were young how we used to act out those scenes where I said no and you forced me.”

Cole stopped his lazy exploration of her skin. “Did I frighten you?”

She shook her head. “That’s not why I brought it up. It made me remember. It …excited me. It excited me then.”

“And now?”