and while the light wasn’t particularly good, it was bright enough for Longarm to see that the match he’d wedged low down between the door and the jamb was no longer there. Instead, he saw the end of it peeking out from underneath the door, where it had fallen unnoticed when somebody had opened the door. An uninvited guest had been in the room—or maybe was still there.
Longarm’s hand went to the butt of his gun. He had hesitated for only a second when he noticed that the telltale match had been disturbed, and he hoped that that pause hadn’t been detected by the person who was waiting inside the room, if indeed the intruder was still present. Longarm drew the gun as he used his left hand to slide the key into the lock and turn it. He didn’t try to be quiet about it. Stealth would just give away his suspicions. Instead he threw the door open suddenly and went diving through it, rolling and coming up in a crouch with the Colt leveled and his finger on the trigger.
Anna Marie gasped, drew back against the headboard of the bed, and pulled the sheet higher around her. But not so high, noted Longarm, that the big brown nipple of her left breast was covered up.
“What in blazes are you doing here?” Longarm asked harshly.
The redhead conquered the fear that had gripped her at Longarm’s abrupt entry into the hotel room. “What do you think, Custis?” she asked. “I came to see you.”
“That fella Coffin is looking for you,” said Longarm as he holstered his gun. “I just left him over at Kilroy’s, heading up to your room.” Anna Marie made a face. “Then he will be disappointed, won’t he?”
Longarm’s eyes strayed back to that insistent nipple as he said, “Seemed to me like maybe the two of you were ... involved.”
She shook her head emphatically. “No. I have known Lazarus for a long time, and he has always been in love with me. But the feeling is one I do not return.”
“He’s got a funny way of showing it. He was downright mean to YOU.”
She shrugged, and the sheet she clutched in her hands slipped enough so that the nipple of her right breast peeked out too. “That has always been his way. He treats me badly, then he is sorry and tries to make up for it. Tonight, though, when he grabbed my wrist, was the first time he has actually hurt me. Always before he just said cruel things.” She looked down, no longer meeting Longarm’s gaze. “I know what I am. He does not have to call me those ugly names.”
“I’m sorry,” Longarm said. He took his hat off and tossed it on the mirrored dresser on one side of the room.
Anna Marie slid toward him, letting the sheet fall even farther. “You will not make me go back over there, will you, Custis? I would much rather be with you.”
Longarm stepped over to the bed and reached down to cup her left breast. His thumb toyed with the erect nipple as he said, “I ain’t in the habit of kicking pretty women out of my bed unless they’re married or plan on killing me.”
She smiled up at him and leaned toward him a little so that more of her ample breast filled his hand. “I am not married, as you know, and as for killing you ... only the little death will we share tonight.”
Longarm had shared more than a few of those “little deaths” with a variety of willing women. He smiled as he reached for Anna Marie’s other breast. As he caressed the creamy globes, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the way he kneaded the soft flesh and strummed the pebbled nipples with his thumbs.
With her eyes still closed, she reached out and clasped his thighs through his trousers. Her hands ran up his legs to his crotch, and she began to deftly unfasten the buttons of his fly with one hand while she used the other to trace the length and heft of his shaft, which was already hard and throbbing.
Longarm’s fingers squeezed harder on her breasts as Anna Marie delved inside his pants and freed his manhood. It jutted out from his groin, proudly erect. She closed both hands around it, and the heat of her grip made his hips surge forward a little. She tipped her head forward again and opened her eyes, staring in amazement at the pole of stiff flesh she was holding.
“Custis, you are a lot of man!” she exclaimed. She leaned forward, examining his maleness at closer range. Her tongue stole from her mouth to lick across her lips, and Longarm bit back a groan. She gave him a mischievous grin, then opened her lips wide and took him into her mouth.
Longarm put his hands on her shoulders to balance himself as she sucked him in, her lips closing tightly around the shaft. Her tongue circled the head in warm, wet swipes that made a shudder go through him. She slid over to the edge of the bed so that she wouldn’t have to stretch so far to reach him, and that enabled her to swallow even more of him. She reached around him with her right arm, her fingers grabbing hold of his butt to steady him, while her left hand dropped between her widespread legs. She grunted and sucked harder as she began to play with herself. He couldn’t stand much of this, Longarm knew. And satisfying as it no doubt would have been, he didn’t want to spend his climax in her mouth. When he felt it approaching, he gently pushed her back and slid his shaft out of her mouth. She made a little sound of disappointment.
That quickly turned to a squeal of delight as Longarm laid her down on the bed and put his hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading them even wider. The feminine folds were completely open to him now, and he saw drops of dew sparkling in the thick bush of red hair that covered her mound. He put his thumbs on each side of the slit and peeled the folds back even more as he bent his head between her thighs. His tongue speared into her, making her gasp and clutch at his head, tangling her fingers in his hair.
Her legs, bent far back at the knees, sawed back and forth, her thighs closing and opening against his ears, as he licked and sucked on her core. The opening was drenched, and searing heat rose from it as he explored it with his tongue. She cried out, scissoring her legs around his head once more, then pleaded, “Oh, Custis, now, please now!”
Longarm’s face was smeared with her juices as he lifted his head and began discarding his clothes haphazardly. In a matter of seconds, he was as naked as she was and moving over her. She reached down for his shaft and brought it to her opening, and with a powerful surge of his hips, he thrust into her. She gave a muffled scream, then reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Their open mouths came together and her tongue dueled frantically with his. She had to be tasting her own juices, he thought as she licked frenziedly at his tongue and the inside of his mouth. He pumped into her, driving hard and fast.
Neither of them expected this part to last very long, and it didn’t. When Longarm felt his climax boiling up this time, he didn’t try to stop it. He just drove himself to the deepest point yet and held his shaft there as it began to spew his seed in throbbing spurts. He emptied everything of himself into her, filling her completely, and she was carried over the crest with him, bucking and surging beneath him as her head thrashed back and forth. He lifted
