Page 79 of Texas Hold Em'
“It doesn’t feel like you want to.”
He chuckled. “Maybe that’s because someone is teasing me.”
I rolled my hips, daring him to move his hand somewhere else. “I like teasing you.”
Tex ran his lips over my shoulder and up my neck. His kisses felt like flower petals on my skin, tickling and grazing all the way to my ear, where he whispered, “I need you.”
A man had never said that to me before, let alone a man who seemed like he hardly needed anyone to get by. The only thing Tex seemed to need was his cigarettes.
I reached behind and cupped the back of his neck to hold him down to me as I kissed him. I felt the bandages wrapped around his middle that Brody had put on and wondered if he was still in pain. Hehad to be. A cracked rib didn’t just go away because you had a hard-on. Surely it was still searing with pain, but he wanted me more than he wanted relief.
Needed me more, I thought with a small smile.
Tex pulled at my hip, holding me against him until he seemed to lose his patience. He ran a hand down the back of my thigh to the groove behind my knee and lifted my leg up. His hand wandered back up my leg and slid between my thighs from behind. Before he even touched me, I was out of breath. He chuckled against my lips as his fingers grazed my very inner thigh, enough of a tease that I involuntarily arched my back in response.
His rumbling chuckle shook my soul. He ran a finger across my vulva and groaned at the discovery of how wet I was.
I wiggled my ass.Please.He continued to tease me.I can’t wait any longer.His fingers swirled over my clit.
I gasped and clutched at my pillow. Little trembles whispered through my muscles and I fought to stay in control. Tex enjoyed my struggle and continued torturing me with little delights. His fingers swept over my soft places, my sensitive places, while his teeth pressed sharply into my shoulder. The mix of pain and pleasure left me delirious, and I lifted my leg higher in invitation.
Finally, he gave me what I wanted.
He filled me with one finger, then two, and stretched me as he sought out my G-spot, his fingers curling upward and pressing firmly. I whimpered. He shifted behind me and propped himself up on his other elbow. He slid that hand under my neck and held my head up so he could look me in the eyes as he fucked me with his fingers.
A smile curled his perfect lips. “Try to be quiet.”
Did he know how impossible that would be?
His fingers flicked and thrusted. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped me.
Tex kissed my eyelids and cheeks. “Hush. Brody is in the other room, and he’ll give me shit for this.”
“Fuck Brody.”
Tex grinned. “So be it.”
He smothered my cries with a kiss as he fucked me harder. The world slipped away, leaving nothing behind but me, Tex, and the glorious pleasure he gave me. I cooed his name and reached behind me, searching for his cock, for a chance to make him feel what I was feeling. His breath hitched when I gripped him and guided him between my thighs.
He stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
Gingerly, he rolled over. The bed creaked softly beneath him. I lay on my side and waited for him to fetch a condom from the drawer. He’d slipped it on by the time he rolled back to me, and I shimmied backward to him until we fit together. His cock slid between my thighs, full and thick, and I rolled my hips, loving the friction as he slid between my folds. He gripped my hips hard and pulled down, pressing inside me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He gripped my neck.
I bit down on my bottom lip. He pushed deeply, taking everything I had, and I clawed at my pillow and the blankets, desperate for something to cling to as my body gave in. His thrusts left me breathless, and as soon as he pulled my head back and smothered me with more kisses, I lost it.
He fucked me harder as I came. Everything felt slippery and blissful. He growled, his own composure slipping as his cock slid in and out of me. Relentlessly, he kept going, and I knew for certain in that moment that our bodies had been made for each other.
Tex shuddered behind me and finally relaxed. He settled into the mattress and pulled me close. He was still inside me, and I never wanted us to part. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I knit my fingers through his as he pressed it to my chest.
His breath was hot on the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes. Genuine exhaustion broke over me. Perhaps tonight would be the first full night of sleep I had in over a week.
Or perhaps not.
