Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(98)

That was the last thing Georgia had ever expected to see. Or wanted to see, quite frankly.


“Georgia, it’s—”


“None of my business and I’m…” Running like hell. She slammed the door, racing downstairs and outside.


The sky was blue, the grass was green, the sun was yellow. Nope, she hadn’t somehow wandered into another dimension.


Good. God. She’d walked in on her parents having sex. Her divorced parents. Robert and Irina Hotchkiss hated each other. Didn’t they?


There’d be hell to pay if she lost her deposit because her amorous parents—for the love of God—had put dents in the Sheetrock from the headboard banging into the wall.


How long had this been going on? And what did it mean?


Georgia had no idea how long she sat curled up in the swing, random thoughts bouncing in her head. She jumped when the screen door creaked.


“Georgia?”


“There’s coffee in the kitchen.”


“Look, about what you—”


She held up her hand. “I don’t ever wanna talk about it. Ever. Or think about it. Ever. I’m sorta hoping the sun will fry my retinas and burn out the images no child should ever see.”


“You’re being ridiculous,” her mother chided. “It’s not the first time your father and I have had sex since we divorced.”


“Omigod, Mom. I don’t need to know that!”


“What? That I still like sex? Or that I still like sex with Robert—”


“Stop talking! Stop talking right now.” Georgia stuck her fingers in her ears and said, “La la la I can’t hear you,” just in case her mother kept blathering on.
   


“Fuckin’ hot as hell, Georgia. Give me more.”


She let her fingertip pass over the strip of skin separating the two openings. She wiggled her middle finger into her *, coating it with her juices and dragging her fingertip to the swollen flesh.


“When I f*ck your ass this first time? I’m gonna take you from behind. That way I can pull your hair and bite the back of your neck because I know that drives you wild.”


God, it turned her on when he whispered such raunchy things. Soft moans began to drift from her mouth as she fingered her clit and Tell worked another finger into her ass. Stretching her. Building another level of anticipation to the point she began to shake.


When she realized the head of his cock was rubbing on the inside of her arm, she moved her arm faster, increasing the friction for both of them.


Tell snared her mouth in a blistering kiss.


Georgia lost herself in this moment. Touching. Tasting. Absorbing the new sensation. Feeling hot, wet flesh sliding together. Hearing harsh breathing and the patter of water droplets against the glass shower door.


Her finger flicked her clit rapidly until the tingling energy gathered momentum at the base of her spine.


Tell ripped his mouth free and rasped, “Eyes on mine as you come.”


That demand tipped her over the edge.


She moaned his name as the pulsations overtook everything. Her ass clenched around his finger. Her * spasmed and her clit pulsed. She gasped with each throb of pleasure, watching satisfaction flare in Tell’s eyes.


Then his fingers were gone and he ground out, “Turn around.”


Her heart still crashed against her chest as she braced herself.


He spread her ass cheeks and the thick cockhead slipped over her anus. Back and forth until she had the burning need for more contact.


“Tell.”


“Relax and let me in, sweetness. It’ll feel amazing. I promise.”


She nodded. One, two, three prods. On the fourth stab, the tip breached that resistant ring.


“Breathe, baby. I’m gonna go slow.” Then his mouth was skimming her shoulder as he eased in, inch by inch.


Her ass burned. But an odd sort of burning that wasn’t painful, just constant.


“So tight. Goddamn. It’s like having my dick in hot velvet. You okay?”


“Mmm.”


“I’m gonna move now.”


He withdrew, not fully, and pushed back in. Slowly. Carefully. Methodically.


Tell was the mindful lover, even when she felt his shaking and his need to unleash the power of his body on hers. The burning had faded and again, Georgia had that unnamed need for more.


“Tell?”


“Yes?”


“Fuck me. Like you want. Remember when you said you wouldn’t have to worry about breaking me when you f*ck me hard? Do it now.”


A warning growl was all she got before his hand was fisted in her hair, pulling her head to the side so his mouth could latch onto her neck.


That’s when he withdrew past the tight muscle and slammed back in.


Goose bumps erupted as he f*cked her. Pausing at her sphincter, rimming it before pushing his thick shaft into her bowels. The bite of pain in her scalp matched the bite of pain in her ass and she liked it; she liked letting go.


His hips pistoned faster. Harder. Drilling into her anal passage with every deep plunge He released a hoarse shout and wet warmth bathed her swollen tissues. He pumped and pumped until he had nothing left. Until he was panting. Until he muttered nonsense into her hair. He cranked her head around and took her mouth in a brutal kiss. A kiss that was the perfect end to this dark pleasure.