Birthday Girl(90)

“I know,” I say. “When you left the party with that little shit tonight, I was so pissed.” I bite her bottom lip between kisses. “Like I was fucking seventeen again and someone else was taking what was mine.”

My cock swells, and God, I can’t stop touching her. She’s so damn beautiful. Her smooth skin and mussed hair. The little triangle of red fabric between her legs where I can already see she wasn’t lying about being turned on. She’s wet, and I’m fucking starved to taste her.

Another man to do my job better…. Bullshit.

I brush the hair out of her face as she grinds on me, and we hold each other’s eyes. Hers say everything I’m feeling, and we’re both falling.

Dammit.

“What do you see in me, girl?” I ask, shaking my head. I couldn’t keep a nineteen-year-old woman happy when I was nineteen. Does she think I can do it now?

“You have no idea, do you?” She cups my face, kissing me. “When we first met and we watched that movie together at the theater, I felt so guilty,” she kisses me again, “because when you mentioned the Poltergeist showing, I…I was tempted, because I wanted to see you again,” she confesses. “There was something there even then.”

I sink into her mouth, kissing her long and deep, as I wrap an arm around her body and press her into me. Curling my fingers around the silk at her hip, I feel an urge to bury myself inside her right now.

But no. To her, I’ll end up being a fling, but I’m gonna make damn sure it’s the best one she ever has.

I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling all the way up to her chin and running my thumbs over her hard little nipples.

“Pike…” she pleads. “Please tell me you have condoms.”

I nod, coming back to her mouth. “In my room.”

“More than one, right?”

I smile. “Yeah.”

“Go get ’em.”

I wrap my arms around her and stand up, taking her with me. “I have a better idea.”

She locks her ankles behind my back, and I carry her out of her room and down the hall to mine. We need a bigger bed.

She doesn’t stop kissing me the whole time, and I almost close my eyes with the pleasure, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good. She’s going to spoil me so much that no one else will ever do again.

We enter my room, and I kick the door shut behind us, lowering her to the bed. But when I pull away from her and rise, she protests. “No…”

I back up toward the door, watching her—finally having her on my bed—and I feel like I just won the fucking lottery.

Reaching behind me, I lock the door and stare at her, the moonlight streaming through the window lighting her up. She’s sitting with her knees bent, and her hands planted behind her, propping herself up. Her lips are swollen from the kissing, and I’m already imagining her naked between my sheets.

“God, you’re so sweet,” I say under my breath.

A coy smile plays on her lips. “I’m really not.”

I arch a brow at her challenge. “So, what do you like then?”

“What do you do?”

Such a little shit.

Crossing back over to the bed, I lean down over her and fist her panties in my hand. “You said you wanted me to eat something.” I remind her. “What do you want my mouth on?”

She drops her eyes, staring at my lips. “Um…” She swallows and caresses her inner thigh, moving her hand up to the V. “Down here.”

“And what’s down there?” I play with her, staying just out of reach every time she moves in for a kiss. “Use your adult words, Jordan. What do you want me to kiss?”

“Um,” she stammers, turned on and dying for it. “Um, my…”

My…?

She comes in for my mouth again, but I pull away, making her bare her teeth in a quiet, little growl.

“My…”

“Yes?”

“My, um… my cunt,” she whispers.

My eyebrows shoot up, surprised. I wasn’t expecting that word, actually, but okay.

“I want you to kiss and suck on it,” she breathes out, begging. “Make me come?”

And I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, my dick fighting against my jeans for room to grow.

Fuck.

Anything you want.

Tightening my hand around her panties, I yank and rip them off. The fabric tears clean away and I throw them across the room as she sucks in a breath.

And then I throw my own shirt off and dive down, taking her pretty pussy in my mouth.

“Pike,” she whimpers, clutching my head to her body and falling back on the bed.

Jesus, I’m fucking high. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I finally have her, legs spread on my bed, body begging for me.

I suck on her clit first, stretching it into my mouth and going back in again and again, making her squirm and desperate to come. I lick her up and down, swirling my tongue around over her nub and getting drunk on her scent and taste. After a minute, I lose control, though, and I’m kissing and nibbling her everywhere. I curve my arm under her thigh and grip it for support as I feed off her, doing it as much for me as her. Her back arches off the bed when I flick her with my tongue, and she moans.

I keep doing that until she’s panting so fast I know she’s ready to come apart. Palming one of her breasts, I keep my head buried between her legs until I feel her stomach start to shake and then she sucks in a deep breath and freezes as the orgasm takes hold.