Without a Hitch(24)

Then, she swallows around me, humming a most beautiful tune, and I see stars. I pride myself on my stamina, but my little Pepper has me ready to blow my load in less than five minutes. And that will just not do.

“Stand,” I command while lifting her by her wrists. I’m not rough, but I’m certainly not gentle. It scares me that she can unarm me so completely, but my need for her outweighs any concerns trying to form in my head.

She releases me with an audible pop, then licks her lips like she knows it makes me want her even more. When I have her on her feet, I crash my face to hers, licking her lips and grasping the back of her neck to hold her to me. I need this woman with me. Tonight. I need her tonight.

“You’re a bad, bad girl, Pepper.”

I lower my lips to her jaw and make my way down her slender neck, pausing only briefly to nip the pulse point, beating an unsteady rhythm.

“Yes,” she breathes, still attempting to free her wrists from my grasp, but I hold tighter. She tried to undo me. Now it’s my turn.

“Hold still,” I warn as I run my fingers beneath the strap of her dress. I follow it all the way down to the swell of her breast and back up. Her chest heaves under my touch, and my hips try to thrust forward, try to make contact with this beautiful devil before me, but I refrain.

When she whimpers, I move my hands to her ass and slowly skim up her perfect body that smells like lilacs and rain until I find the closure of her dress.

It takes all my restraint to go slow as I lower the zipper and watch with hooded eyes when her dress gaps in the front. I lower one of her arms, then the other, and finally the dress. When she stands before me in a sheer strapless bra, come fuck me heels, and nothing else, my chest rumbles with a growling sound of appreciation that’s never escaped my body before.

“See something you like?” she asks saucily, shimmying her shoulders so her tits rub against my dress shirt.

I don’t answer her, but I take half a step back and stare at her with unadulterated lust. I take my time in my perusal too. I watch how her stomach tightens as my gaze lingers on her tits. Most men wouldn’t notice how her thighs clench with need. And good God, I can smell her arousal. Spicy and floral and so perfectly her that my mouth waters in anticipation. Actually, fucking waters like a dog in heat.

“Are you uncomfortable, Pepper?”

“Not at all,” she fires back, but her legs rub together, causing the friction I know she needs. “You can ogle as long as you like, but I’ll warn you. I feel even better than I look.”

Fucking. Sassy. Mouth. Is she always like this? Or just with me? Why do I want it to be just me more than anything I’ve wanted in a very long time? I’ve never been this out of control before. Not even with…

I snap. Thinking of my ex and the vendetta against her will not interfere with what’s happening here and now. Not tonight, fuckers.

I roughly rip Pepper’s bra away, and my teeth pluck her left nipple before moving onto her right. I lick and lap and savor every inch of her perfectly swollen breasts.

“You taste even better than you feel,” I groan against her ribcage in my quest to move south.

She lifts her leg the second my knees hit the floor and rests it over my shoulder. She’s completely open to me. My watering mouth is inches from her slick heat, but I make her squirm as I stare and inhale. I want to bottle her spicy scent and mark her with mine. But not yet. First, she needs to beg. I rub my nose up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she wants me.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, taking back some of the control.

“I want to come.” Her words are direct. Honest. And I fucking love it.

I waste no more time diving in. Opening her slit with my left hand, I run my tongue up and down her slick folds a few times before plunging into her depths. Her taste is unique and addictive. I want to coat my entire body in it.

“Oh, God,” she wails.

She’s loud, but I want her louder. I won’t be satisfied until this entire floor hears her screaming my name.

My tongue circles her clit before I flatten it and flick relentlessly at the tiny bundle of nerves. Her hips move up and down, riding my face, and I put my dick in a choke hold before I pop off prematurely. Her leg slips off my shoulder and she rolls her hips as both feet find purchase on the floor. I tug myself with slow strokes as I take my time learning Pepper’s body. When I insert two fingers into her slippery channel, I release myself so I can use both hands to hold her to me.

I can’t help the groan that escapes when she clamps down on my fingers. She might squeeze the life out of my cock when I finally enter her. Wouldn’t that be the way to go though?

“Lift your hips toward the ceiling,” I whisper against her pussy, and she complies.

Removing my fingers, I use her juices to rub tight circles around her clit as my mouth moves lower.

“Blaine,” she shouts, and I pause. An overwhelming urge for her to know me sits heavy on my chest. The real me. Not the Blaine persona I present to the world, but Lochlan. Then she pushes her hips forward, urging me on, and I forget everything but making her come.

Lifting up on my knees, I grasp her hips and flip her around so her chest and face rest against the wall. She starts to speak, but I press her forward, grip her ass, then dive back in. Licking her from behind, I slip one hand around her hips to attack her clit again.