Page 28 of Bottle Rocket
He returned his lips to her clit. He could tell that she’d cooled down in the course of that twenty-second conversation, so he pushed her hard, sucking and licking and pulling her back up to the brink. He used her arousal to lube his fingers. She was so wet and so warm. It might not be enough, but the prospect was too hot not to try.
Once he was slick, he moved his fingers to her ass. He never stopped kissing her clit. He felt her pulse on his tongue. When his slippery fingertip touched her ass, her whole body froze.
She drew in a breath, and he expected her to say, “Please.”
Instead, she snapped, “Hurry up.”
He pressed against her entrance and slid inside with one slightly rough thrust. He started to lift his head because he needed to see it. Needed to see himself inside her, but she grabbed him by the ears and shoved him back down.
“Don’t stop,” was her next order, so he didn’t. He sucked on her clit, relishing the taste. Her arousal dripped from her pussy to her ass, giving him enough additional lubrication to finger fuck her like it was his only job. Because it was.
It didn’t take long. Maybe three or four hard strokes. Then the walls of her channel clenched around him, and she cried out hoarsely.
He continued to swirl his tongue over her clit until her tremors stopped. She unlocked her legs from around his head and slowly relaxed them.
He lifted his head, and this time she let him. She was naked and flushed and satisfied, and there was sweat between her breasts. Breasts that were honestly God’s gift.
“I wish I could paint you just like this,” he said.
She gave a low chuckle. “I wish I could let you.” Her eyes popped open. “I left my drawing at your RV.”
“You did. Are you concerned about it? I won’t share it anywhere, but we could go get it tonight if you’re concerned. I should have brought it today, but I didn’t think about it.”
She seemed to run that over in her mind for a few seconds before shrugging. “I’m not worried.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her thigh. He could still taste himself there, dried and sticky. He stood. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
She sat up. “Wait. Aren’t I supposed to do that for you?”
“What do you mean?”
A flush—one that probably had nothing to do with recent orgasms—traveled over her cheeks. “You know. I boss you around, so it’s my responsibility to take care of you after. Isn’t that the rule?”
Leo had to blink a few times to track exactly what she was asking. “There are no rules here. We get to do whatever the fuck we want. I want to take care of you. Then I want to sit in that big chair with you on my lap and eat pizza.”
Rosie’s smile flitted across her face, relief in her eyes. They needed to talk more about this, but first, clean up and food.
A few minutes later, Rosie was wearing his T-shirt and he was wearing his underwear. Rosie was snugged up against the arm of the chair, her legs thrown over his, her head on his shoulder, and a pizza box on her lap.
She hummed every time she took a bite, really relishing the shit out of her pizza, which Leo found incredibly arousing. To be honest, watching Rosie enjoyanythingwould have turned him on. He wanted to give her the world. If she said jump, he’d jump. If she said edge, he’d edge. If she said orgy, he’d orgy. It was that fucking simple.
He leaned in and kissed the back of her ear. She smelled like honey. Her scent was different, he realized. When they’d been teenagers, she’d worn this perfume he’d gotten her from Victoria Secret because they were ridiculous.
He loved the honey, though. He was tempted to lick her. Instead, he breathed her in and said, “So that was very fun.”
“It was.”
“Did you enjoy bossing me around?”
She tilted her head. He couldn’t see her face, not with the way they were sitting.
“I did,” she said. “I’m worried I’m doing it wrong, or I’m not doing something I should be. But … it felt right. Like that’s how it’s supposed to be between us.” She set the pizza box on the floor and turned to straddle his lap. “Did I do okay?”
“Yeah, you were great.”
“Even when I slapped you?”
Leo couldn’t help his grin. “Did you like slapping me?”
