Her mouth is back on mine as I try to balance her in my arms and head for the bedroom. The moment we step inside, I let go of her legs. With my free hand I cup the back of her head, while I slide the other into the waistband of her jeans, palming the smooth skin of her ass.
I’m lost to her, giving in to the restless hunger of her mouth and wandering hands. She tugs the back of my shirt free and scrapes her nails over the skin she exposed. I tilt her head, slanting mine so I can taste her deeper. I want to devour her, claim every part of her body while imprinting myself on her skin.
She drives me mad when her small hands start pulling at the buttons of my fly. In one last flash of sanity as she frees me from my jeans and sinks down in front of me; I pull a condom from my pocket. The next moment my brain empties of everything but the feel of her hot mouth closing over my engorged cock, and my back hits the door.
Bracing with one hand on my thigh, she cups my balls in the other, stroking the tight skin behind them with a finger. I almost blow on the spot, which is not how I saw this night going.
With Herculean effort I pull my hips back, reach down, and hook her under the arms, lifting her off the ground.
“But I—”
“Too many clothes,” I cut her off brusquely, ripping my own shirt over my head.
She looks gorgeous, eyes shining with heat, lips swollen and slick, and that blush deepening all the way from her chest to her cheeks. Without hesitation she strips off her shirt and while she tugs down her jeans, I roll on the condom. There’s much I want to explore, but I’m afraid even the slightest touch or taste will set me off.
I don’t even have time to really look at her before her arms are around my neck, her tits pressed against my chest, and her mouth is on mine. Running my hand down over her ass and down the back of her leg, I hook her behind the knee as she hops up, wrapping her long legs around my hips.
Instead of dropping her on the bed, I turn and press her back against the door, spread my stance, and position myself at her warm, wet entrance.
“Fee, baby…look at me.”
Her honey-brown eyes focus on mine, and as I slide inside, her mouth falls open.
Fucking incredible.
Sophia
I listen to his breathing deepen as he gives in to sleep.
Tse’s body is curved around me, his knee cocked between my legs, his face in my neck, and his hand cups my breast possessively. The same hand explored and exposed every inch of my body in the past however many hours.
All I know is my body feels like a limp noodle, devoid of any tension. Tse took care of that. With his fingers, his talented mouth, and his highly satisfying cock.
I feel a smile spread on my lips. It took me six years to get back on that horse after my last relationship crashed and burned, and now I wonder what the hell I’d been waiting for.
Maybe it was the beer, the sense of freedom, or the fact Tse shared of himself, but for once I let go, took what I wanted, and it was spectacular.
Sure, tomorrow’s ride back to Durango will probably cause a bit of discomfort, but I already know it was well worth it.
I guess one shouldn’t compare, but my best experience so far was pleasant, polite, and enjoyable. What Tse gave me was an out-of-body experience. There was nothing pleasant or polite about it, and enjoyable doesn’t even begin to describe the bone-deep satisfaction I feel.
I sure as hell better not have been a one-off for him; he’s already spoiled me for anyone else.
Covering his hand on my breast with my own, I close my eyes and drift off.
CHAPTER 10
Sophia
“WHERE ARE WE?”
I take off my helmet and look around.
Tse mentioned he wanted to make a stop before taking me home. To my surprise he took the road up to my new place, but pulled off on a driveway about halfway up the road.
I’m looking at a nice plot of land that isn’t visible from the road and at some point had a building on it. Nothing but the foundation is visible now, as well as a massive pile of dirt about a hundred feet out. It smells a little funky.
I must’ve made a face.
“Sorry, forgot about the smell,” Tse apologizes. “We dug up the old septic tank before the weekend. A new one should go in this week.”
“This is yours?”
What a crazy coincidence that would be.
“No, it’s Paco’s. He’s building a house and I’m helping out where I can.” He suddenly seems a little uncomfortable, rubbing his hand through his hair. “I…uh…shit. I don’t even know why I dragged you up here. I guess I wanted show you where I’ll be working for the foreseeable future.”
I take a step closer and nudge him with my shoulder.
“Thank you. I like the idea of knowing where you’re hanging out.”
“Yeah?”
His eyes smile down on me, fine lines framing them.
“Only seems fair. You’ve already seen where I work.” A light breeze carries another whiff of what I now know is eau-de-septic and I pull my shirt up to cover my nose. “Although my workplace smells a hell of a lot better.”
“You’re not lyin’,” he says, putting on his helmet again. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Actually, I have something to show you as well. Mind if we go up the road a little?”
“Where are we going?” he asks, swinging a leg over his bike.
I climb on behind him.
“I’ll show you when we get there.”
I fit my arms around
