Reno eyes me speculatively for a long moment and then nods on a long exhale. “You’re probably right, but I’m going to get you some of my gear. You can wear a T-shirt under Baylor’s jersey so it’smyname andmynumber against your body.”
It’s possessive and sweet in a kind of dirty way, so I nod my agreement. “Okay.”
His gaze burns my skin when it rakes down my almost naked body. “So many nights, I took my cock in my hand while I thought about this body.” He raises his eyes to mine. “And this face. But my memories didn’t do you justice. You are absolutely beautiful, baby.”
“Reno,” I breathe, working my thumbs into my panties to pull them off. As soon as I toss them aside, he’s on his knees in front of me, and I clamp my thighs together. “No! I haven’t waxed since I’ve been home.”
A wicked grin crawls across his lips. “Sweetheart, I once ate a sucker that had fallen on the dirty carpet of a cheap motel room.” He parts my legs and brushes his fingers through my light pubic hair. “So if you think these pretty little curls are going to keep me from devouring your pussy, you better think again.”
Then his mouth is on me, licking and sucking with a voracious hunger that has my eyes rolling back in my head. He wasn’t joking about devouring me. The noises he makes are like something out of a National Geographic documentary about a predator eating their prey. Though unlike some gazelle or deer, I’m the most willing prey in the world.
He gets me there quickly, and I push against his shoulders with my feet before I can come. “Reno, please stop.”
With a frown, he lifts his head. He is so fucking hot with my arousal glossing the bottom of his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I lift up onto my elbows. “The first time I come for you, I want it to be around your big, hotcock.”
The smugness is evident on his face when he stands and undoes his shorts before pulling them and his underwear down below his hips. “I’m happy to fulfill that request.”
He pushes my chest until I’m once again lying flat and rests one palm on the table beside my head. After a couple long pulls on his dick, he lines up with me and eases the head in.
“I’m not sure I can be gentle with you tonight, Juliette,” he warns.
“I’ll be disappointed if you are,” I shoot back a second before he practically splits me in two with his first thrust. Holy fucking shit. He’s big. And so hard he could bust diamonds with that erection.
He wasn’t kidding about not being gentle because Reno Swain pushes me to my absolute limits, bucking into me with a desperation I’ve never felt before. Though he’s really letting me have it below the waist, his words and kisses are ragged and vulnerable.
“Thought I lost you forever. Never leave me again, baby. Please.”
“I won’t,” I promise, spreading my knees wider and taking every inch of his thick, pounding cock.
“God, you feel so fucking good, Juliette. I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”
“I’m close,” I whimper, sliding my hands beneath his shirt and digging my fingernails into his back. The pain only serves to spur him on, and he yanks one of my legs over his shoulder and places one hand beneath my ass to shift the angle. It’s exactly what I need, and I writhe beneath him as the orgasm possesses my body.
With an unholy grunt, Reno starts to come inside me. I hear a loud cracking sound and wonder if he snapped my damn spine.
“Fuck!” he yells, yanking me up as the table disappears beneath me.
He stands upright holding me, my leg still over his shoulder, as our climax continues. When I finally catch my breath, I look down at my table, the top splintered down the center and lying on either side of the wooden base.
“Damn, I’m good,” healleges. “That table’s at least an inch and a half thick.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Sex with you is getting dangerous, Swain. First the sex hammock, and now the sex table.”
He carries me down the hallway, and I direct him to my bedroom. “Let’s see if we can find some more shit to break. I’m going to turn every surface in this house into a sex platform.”
A few minutes later, we’re both blissfully naked and on my bed. The lamp casts a soothing glow around us, and we take our time relearning each other with gentle roaming hands.
My eyes follow the trail of my fingers down his muscular chest and freeze. I lean up on one elbow and squint. “Reno, what is this?”
“Oh. That. Ummm, I decided to finally get some ink.”
I tilt my head as the image begins to look familiar. “Is that… Sexy Bunny?”
Reno puts on a faux shocked face. “Of course not. That would be ridiculous.”
With my index finger, I trace the outline, the lumpy body and the soft ears. “I don’t kno-ow.” I sing. “It looks a lot like Sexy Bunny.”
