She had reached the end of her patience. She wanted a taste.
“Scheme. ” There was that growly thing again. He had to know it just made her wetter. But that was okay; she intended to make him harder. If possible. She doubted it was possible, but she was sure as hell going to try.
She went to her knees, spreading her legs and bracing against the mattress as she leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth.
His taste exploded on her tongue. Rich, male, earthy. Like a storm. Like a mountain lake on a summer night. He tasted like pure male ecstasy.
“Fuck. Damn. ” His hands clenched in her hair. “Hot little mouth. Sweet, hot little mouth. ”
She tightened her lips on him, sucking greedily. One hand gripped his cock just below her lips, not that her fingers could surround him, but she could stroke, while her opposite palm cradled the hard sac below.
“Beautiful. So damned pretty,” he groaned, his hips rotating, moving, thrusting against her lips in tight, hard strokes.
She expected to weaken him. Get a guy’s cock in your mouth and that was what usually happened to him. But not Tanner. A second later she felt a stinging, highly erotic slap on the cheek of her ass. A second later, the opposite cheek.
Her mouth was filled with the bulging head of his cock, her excited little squeal coming out as a strangled scream as he struck again.
She might like that a little too much, her common sense warned her.
She wanted more, the hormonal inner slut screamed out. Oh yeah, way more.
His hand landed again, right there on the rounded part of her cheek where the flesh was so sensitive, where the sensations could streak through her nerve endings, attacking not just her clit, but the tender, nerve-laden entrance to her rear.
She lifted to him, feeling deliciously wicked, sexy.
“You like that, don’t you, my little Schemer?”
Like? Like? That was supposed to describe this?
She screamed around his cock as his hand landed again. Then she rewarded him. She sucked him to the back of her throat, swallowed, massaged her tongue on the underside of his shaft and moaned at the erotic pleasure of it.
“Damn you. ” His voice was strangled.
Tightening further, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs were corded now, standing out in taut relief, rippling powerfully beneath his golden flesh.
His hand smoothed down her rear then tucked lower and two broad fingers pressed inside her.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, she chanted silently. Deeper. Just deeper. Just all the way to the interesting little spot…
Her eyes widened, her lips and tongue drawing on his cock desperately as Tanner’s fingers found that spot and he rubbed.
The other hand tangled in her hair, pulled as she resisted, and sent flames whipping over her.
More. Just more. She was dying now.
She worked her mouth over the head of his cock greedily as his fingers retreated from her aching pussy, smoothed back, returned to the dripping opening, teased, pulled back. It took a second to understand. Just a second before one of those strong, long fingers pressed into the ultrasensitive entrance of her ass.
She tore her mouth away from his erection. She had to breathe. She had to.
“I want that pretty ass,” he whispered. “I want to cover you and sink inside it. I’ll remember the hollow look of dissatisfaction when I saw you taking it from another man, for all of two seconds—until I hear you scream for more. I’m going to show you what you should have received the first time. ”
His finger retreated. Panting, desperate for air, Scheme pressed her head into his thigh, whimpering, insensible as his finger pressed deeper inside her.
“Mmm, you like that. ” It wasn’t a question.
Hell yes, she liked it. It was wicked. Forbidden.
This was sex the way she had always fantasized about. Lacking self-recrimination, no doubts, no fears beyond the one that he would stop.