Page 49 of On The Rocks

I dug my fingers into her thighs and lifted her up enough to tip her back on the bed.

She yelped, but her delighted laugh came through the whoosh of breath. She went to the button of her jeans and started wiggling them down.

I tugged from the bottom and whipped them off her thighs and over my shoulder. Before she could go for her panties, I crawled up her body, widening her legs to fit myself against her. “Don’t rush me, Lenny.” I dragged my lips along her inner thigh. “We have all day.”

“Youmight have all day, but I’m expected at the taproom.” She twined her fingers into my hair and pulled me back from her skin.

“For what? There’s nothing to do until Saturday for St. Patrick’s Day.” The little bit of pain made my dick throb against my zipper.

I knew she wouldn’t be passive, but the control she demanded from her people at the taproom had no place here. She deserved more than just a quick fix.

And I wouldn’t be happy until she was screaming.

I hissed as she tugged again, but I gave it back to her with a nip at the fragile flesh.

“Did you just mark me?”

I grinned as I lowered my mouth again, this time, sucking hard enough to see the tiny red mark lift under her mocha skin. It would be purple later. “Now I did.”

She lifted her hips. “You think that’s funny?”

I lifted her other leg over my shoulder. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll be good and only leave them where your clothes cover.” I nibbled my way to the simple white cotton panties that kept her from me. I gently dragged my nose along the center panel of her thong panties. “Wet for me already.”

Her scent was warm and heady.

She shifted restlessly. “Maybe.”

I tucked the tip of my finger under the elastic and pulled it over. She was indeed wet. Her pussy lured me closer—I had to know the taste. Spicy like her? Salty and fine? A mix of both?

I dipped my tongue along her slit and was rewarded with a rich honey instead.

She hissed out a breath and lifted to meet each stroke from my tongue. I sipped from her, digging deeper until my beard was brushing along her skin to tease and taunt as I drank her down like the finest wine.

I glanced up at her and we locked gazes right before I covered her clit and sucked hard before letting it free for the blood to rush back into the little bead. I slipped two fingers into her tightness as she pushed back on the invasion, driving me deeper.

Her back arched off my bed as she pushed my pillows out of the way to grab onto something.

I reached up with my other hand, burrowing under my borrowed shirt for her skin.

She tried to buck me free, but I clamped my hand on her breast, holding her firmly down so she couldn’t roll away. Mytongue was too busy lashing against her clit as she soaked my hand.

As I wore her on my beard and chin and lips.

I growled against her hot skin and kept the pressure there.

Her thighs closed over my head. Still, I didn’t let go.

Still, I held on until a guttural groan broke free and soared over the music still playing through my place.

I scrambled up onto my knees as she rose up with me as if we were wrestling, for God’s sake.

“Come, goddammit,” I said against her pussy.

She shrieked out a curse, vising around my fingers. I wanted that to be my cock—he’ll, I couldn’t wait to drive into her, but I wanted this first orgasm in my mouth.

The sounds of her moans and the music were muffled as she clamped down on me.

“I’ll fucking suffocate first,” I said, against her.

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