That’s all it takes. With a growl coming from deep within his throat, he stalks the short distance between us.
“I can always find someone else,” I say, my voice betraying me. “If you don’t wanna—”
“Stop talking.”
My mouth clamps shut, like it’s controlled by the man peering down at me. The heat of his focus warms my skin and my mouth opens again to drag a cool breath of air into my lungs. Only it’s not cool. It’s as heated as the stare firing down from Walker.
He grabs the edge of my shirt and yanks it over my head in one quick, unceremonious move. I have no idea what he does with it; I’m too busy watching him watch me.
My thighs clench together in a worthless attempt at quelling the incessant throb between my legs. I think he notices, the corner of his lip twitching in what I would guess is a halted smirk.
Biting down on his bottom lip, perhaps to avoid any further accidental giving-away of what he’s thinking, he hooks a finger in the waistband of each side of my shorts. The roughness of his finger running down my skin as he drags them to the floor causes my back to arch, a soft sigh escaping my throat.
As the fabric falls south, he bends along with it, until his face is level with my pussy. My shorts pooled at my feet and wearing only a faint pink lace bra and panty set, I gulp when he doesn’t immediately stand.
Crouched, he grips the table behind me with both hands, boxing me in. When he looks up, I almost melt. My knees threaten to give out as I take in the decadent smirk playing on his handsome face.
“The best part about this,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, “is going to be hearing you speechless for once.”
“I’m never speechless,” I lie. “You’re welcome to try though.”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest, the sound whispering over my bared flesh. I don’t even attempt to stop the quiver that comes as a result.
He places his hands on the globes of my ass, making me stutter a breath. His palms are splayed, his fingers covering my entire backside and kneading into my skin.
Before I’ve even processed this, before I can even wrap my brain around how we got here, his head falls forward.
“Ah,” I moan as his face buries into the crook of my legs. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue working its way around the lace of my thong. “Walker . . .”
Instinctively, I begin to pull back, but I’m yanked forward and harder into his face. Catching myself on his shoulders, partially bent over his crouched position, he hums against my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I groan, threading my fingers into his hair as my eyes roll back in my head. As the warmth of his tongue slides down my slit and then back up again, I whimper.
“Words, Slugger,” he chuckles.
“Ah . . .”
The flat part of his tongue rolls against my clit, the swollen bud pulsing against him. He works it around and around, working me into a frenzy. I press his face against me by the back of his head, moaning as he slides one finger into my opening.
Widening my stance, wanting to give him as much access as necessary, I almost come when he inserts another finger.
“Walker,” I hiss, working my hips around. “Damn it. That feels so good.”
As if that was some kind of challenge, he draws them both out and then slides them in again, repeating this movement as I bury my fingernails into his shoulders. He tunes me like a car, making me hum like a well-oiled motor that revs only for him.
He sucks in my nub, caressing it with his warm, wet mouth until he feels my legs begin to shake. As my body nearly comes apart, my legs threatening to give away, he lifts me up and sits me hard onto the table. The tools sitting on the far end roll to the floor, clamoring about as they find the lowest point in the room to stop. All the while, Walker leans me back on the table, my legs dangling off the end as he fingers me relentlessly.
“My God . . .” I say, my voice bouncing with each thrust of his fingers. “Walker!” I shout as the sound of my wetness echoes off the walls of the shop.
“You’re still talking,” he laughs.
Despite the noise of the incessant strum of blood pouring by my ears, I hear the tear of lace as my panties break free from my body.
I don’t even look down. I can’t. All I can do is feel the heat of his mouth going in for the kill.
As soon as his lips hover over my clit, everything explodes. “Oh!” I moan, my knees pulling back as he laps up the juices that begin to coat my legs and the table beneath me.
His fingers work me every which way, a thumb hovering over the opening of my ass. I suck in a breath, only barely registering what he’s doing, but the pressure just adds to the chaos wreaking havoc in my overstimulated body.
The orgasm is so hard it’s almost painful, everything so sensitive it almost aches. As I land from the climax of my life, I open my eyes to see he’s watching me.
“Feel good?” he asks, slowing his fingers between my legs.
I only nod, my throat dry, yet my need for this man unquenched.
He grins at my reaction, an easy, free kind of smile that I’ve only seen him use with other people. If my face wasn’t already so red, I’d worry he would catch me blushing.
Narrowing his eyes as he undoes his belt, he licks his lips for my benefit. Not wanting to give up all the power over an orgasm, I pop up on my elbows.
“How do I taste?” I ask.
His hands falter for a moment before he nods his head. “Like a girl who hasn’t been fucked enough.”
“I’d say that’s true.”
The belt comes off with a snap. “It’s your lucky day then, Slugger. I’m about to fuck you into tomorrow.”
MY BOOTS, SOCKS, AND t-shirt lie scattered off to the side. Standing in front of Sienna in only a pair of dirty work jeans, the threads held together by the grease of the day, I watch her absorb the situation. Watch her absorb me.
I never know what to expect from this girl, the girl who I can’t shake. The one I can’t dislike even when I try, and damn it, how I try. I haven’t scratched this itch for fear the irritation would spread far too deep, only to come to realize tonight, as she threatened to quit and never see me again, that I’m already fucked in all the ways that matter. Sinking into her sweet pussy at this point is a side note.
She stands next to the table in nothing but a light pink bra that does nothing but hold up her full, heavy tits. Her nipples are obvious through the lace, dark brown buds peaked and waiting for me. The sight of her alone has my cock throbbing so hard it’s already ready to come.
“Come here,” I say, unfastening the top button of my jeans.
She takes the few steps between us, her cheeks the color of her bra. Standing before me, her hair swept up in a messy up-do she must’ve created while I was stripping, she’s never looked more beautiful.
Bowing my head, I press my lips to hers. One toned arm slips around my neck, tugging the kiss deeper. My hands grip her sides before grazing over her ribs and thumbing the tips of her breasts. She responds with a shudder and breaks the contact. It’s just as well.
“Take off your bra,” I instruct, taking a step back.
“Not before you lose the jeans, Gibson.”
“Oh,” I say, arching a brow. “You think you get to call the shots tonight?”
“I think you want my pussy as bad as I want your cock. That gives me a certain leverage, yes.”
Shutting my mouth before I say something and piss her off, I look her dead in the eye as I unzip my jeans. She seems pleased as she reaches behind her back and fumbles with the catch to her bra. As my jeans drop to the floor, so does the lace. Both are tossed aside together.
As she eyes my cock and does the math, figuring how all of it is going to fit inside her tight body, I grab the length and give it a stroke for good measure. A bead of pre-cum pools on the head.
With the sway of a goddess, she moseys in front of me. Knocking my hand to the side and off the shaft, she wraps her smaller hand around the base of my cock.
“What are you doing?” I groan, her touch alone almost setting me off.
“Just seeing if you really want me,” she teases. Before I can stop her, she’s swirling her tongue along the head like it’s a Popsicle.
“Sienna,” I groan, flexing my hips forward. “Stop.”
“Stop talking.”
“Well played,” I say, accepting my own words back at me as I fight the urge to fuck her mouth. She’s every wet dream and grounded hope I’ve ever had, all wound up in this gorgeous body. It’s almost too damn much to take.
Looking at me through her thick, black lashes, she licks up the length and then drops her mouth over my swollen head. As she starts to take me in again, I clasp my hands under her arms and tug her to her feet.
Walking away, feeling her silent objection behind me, I dig through a drawer in the back and retrieve a condom. Ripping the package open and rolling the rubber over myself, I’m ready to turn around when her hands wrap around me and lay on my stomach.
She strokes the lines in my abdomen, her touch soft against the harshness of her breath whispering against the middle of my back.
“I want you, Walker,” she says, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.
Knowing myself too well and that I’ll start tripping up if I allow those words to settle, I whirl around. “I know you want me. You just came all over my face.”
The sting of her smack adds to the flame in my gut that’s already burning entirely too hot.
“The nice thing would be for you to say you want me too,” she says, forcing a swallow.
“Come on,” I sigh, pointing at my dick. “Does this look like it wants you?”
“Of course it does. But do you?”
I can’t answer that. Instead, I sweep her into the air, her legs locking around my waist. I’m surrounded by her sweet scent, the pulsing of her pussy riding up against my dick. She’s wet, so damn wet, that she slides up and down my shaft with every movement.
Just this feels good, so fucking good, that for the first time in a long damn time I don’t care about anything or anyone other than the two of us in this room right now.