Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(45)
Katy nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
Lyssa chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes focused on her lap. “This is my last drink y’all. Cannon said he would be ready to go soon.”
“No! I’m not ready for you to go. We never get to hang out like this.” Maddie snagged a small bottle of Fireball from the door of the freezer, along with a chilled shot glass.
“I can’t help it, my man can’t get enough of me.”
We all shared a laugh.
“Alright ladies,” Maddie poured a healthy shot of the amber liquid and held it up in the air. “Here’s to good friends, hot sex, and the men that bring us to our knees.” She threw the shot back, her face scrunching before she called, “Whoooweeee!! Burns like hell!”
We each took a shot, passing the bottle and the glass around, first me, then Katy. Tabitha took two shots. Then, Lyssa accepted the frosted bottle hesitantly from a now giggling Tabitha.
“Um…it actually says right here on the bottle…burns like hell, Maddie.” Lyssa muttered, staring at the back of the partially burned label.
Katy leaned over, slipping the bottle from her fingers. “But it tastes like heaven,” she said, filling the shot glass. “And whatever happens is up to you.”
Lyssa stared at the overflowing shot as it were the most offending thing she’d ever seen, before she looked up and gifted us all with a wicked smile. “Fuck it,” she finally said with newborn determination. Then she tossed back the shot, doing her best to keep a straight face as she swallowed it down. Well, looky there…I do believe our girl has found a spark to light her fire.
But I don’t think it had anything to do with the whiskey.
*
I couldn’t keep my hands off him and he couldn’t keep his eyes on the road. “Babe, two more f*ckin’ minutes, please.”
Rubbing back and forth on the bulge in his jeans, I sucked on the lobe of his ear. “But I need you.”
Less than two minutes later, we were busting through my front door. A wrecking ball of arms and limbs, hands and mouths. Numb from the alcohol, I didn’t feel pain, only pleasure when Cannon slammed me against the wall, knocking several pictures to the ground. He kissed me there, ravaging my mouth as he pressed his body into mine. “Need that sweet *, babe,”
“Then take it.”
With a deep growl, he jerked me from the wall and carried me to the bedroom. We fell to the bed, our kisses growing more heated, more desperate as we pulled and tugged at each other’s clothes until we were both naked.
Cannon’s hand reached between my legs to find me wet and ready. “* is hot.” He rolled, pulling me on top to straddle him.
“Hot for you, baby,” I said, kissing him softly on the lips before straightening my back. “You look damn fine under me, Jacobs.” Cannon responded by squeezing my ass as I began to move my hips back and forth. My wet slit glided across his hard cock, pulling a hiss from his lips. “I’m ready to ride, baby,” he fisted his cock, teasing my clit with the metal tip before burying himself deep in me.
I cried out, the fullness overriding everything else. My skin tingled with desire as my head fell back, basking in the sensations taking over. “Move that ass,” Cannon urged, lifting me up before bringing me back down. I braced my hands on his chest for leverage.
“Hold up, I think I’m too drunk for this ride.”
Cannon rolled us over with a chuckle, but he didn’t break our connection. “You tellin’ me you’re too drunk to f*ck?”
“No, I’m too drunk to drive. I need you to f*ck me instead. I’ll catch ya on the flip side.”
Cannon kissed my chin then my mouth. “I’ll do whatever you want, baby. But only if you cook breakfast.”
I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation. “Fine.”
He began to move.
Oh god, when he dipped his hips like that, holy motherf*ckin…
“Bacon.”
My eyes flew open. “Wha?”
“For breakfast, I want bacon,” he demanded.
“Shit, are we talkin’ about food right now? For real?”
“Hell yes, and I want pancakes too.”
“Ok, bacon, pancakes, anything else?”
He pondered a moment before he responded. “Yeah…” he rumbled surging forward, pressing all of his incredible weight into me. “This.” His fingers threaded through mine as he drew them above my head, angling his neck to kiss me while he slowly f*cked me and my mouth in perfect harmony. His thrusts became more powerful.
Harder.
Faster.
Cannon released my hands, pressing his own hands into the mattress next to my head. Oh, this was my favorite. Stretching my hands out beside me, I gripped the sheets in order to brace myself for the f*cking I had coming. I could see the raw, primal surge of heat burning in his eyes. He cocked his left knee forward, opening me wider as he dropped to an elbow and fisted his fingers through my hair. His other hand held my knee in place.
Oh.
My.
God.
My body became a vessel of pleasure. The erotic sound of our intimate connection, the sighs falling from our lips, the sweat rolling off our bodies, it all created the perfect storm. He surged into me over and over again, silently proclaiming his uninhibited need. His eyes held mine as I clenched then tightened around him, crying out his name as he milked me for my orgasm. “Mine,” he whispered. “Forever, you’re mine.”