“Y-you can keep them,” I stammer, and I’m surprised once again when he folds them neatly and tucks them into his pants pocket.
“Good. I want to have something to hold when I get back home and jack off to thoughts of the first time I ever tasted you.”
Sweet Jesus on a pogo stick. This man…
All thoughts of panties and jacking off are brushed away when he grabs my right leg and slings it over his shoulder. I press my palms against the door for balance as he lowers his face. The first swipe of his tongue is against my inner thigh, and he makes a small noise of approval in his throat before licking the other side.
And then he turns his attention to where I need him. He hits the money spot on the first try, and my fingers curve against the glass. Smiling wickedly up at me, he does it again.
“Tell me how you would write this scene, dream girl,” he commands.
“I, oh, um.” He licks me up my center again, and I shudder. “You expect me to know actual words when you’re doing that?”
Reno’s chuckle is steamy against my pussy. “Just do your best.” Then he plunges his tongue inside me, face pressed into me like he’s attempting to fuse himself to me.
My brain works to find the words as he begins moving his tongue in and out. I focus on his mouth, his hands, his noises.
“I’m spread wide, one leg over Reno’s broad shoulder as he dips his head to my sex.” I inhale and let out a heaving breath. “His tongue is firm and hot when he slides it into me and grips my ass with one hand. Then he tongue-fucks me. Slowly.”
I reach my hand down and continue narrating what he’s doing to me. “My hand slides into his hair as he takes his time, tasting me like I’m his last meal. I know what he’s doing… why he’s not rushing. He’s drawing my orgasm to the surface with each thrust of his tongue inside my pussy. Then he’s going to make me explode all over his sexy mouth.”
He growls against me, and the vibrations only push me higher. “I’m so close already, and all I want to do is grind my pussy against Reno’s face until I come.” My voice is softer, a little strained. “I wish I knew what he was thinking right now. If he likes how I taste. If his cock is as talentedas his tongue.”
He slowly slides his tongue from me and looks up. I can already see my wetness slicking his lips. Then he takes over the narration in his deep rasp.
“Reno’s new favorite meal is Juliette’s pussy. She tastes even sweeter than the wine they had at dinner.” He takes a long lick from my hole to my clit. “He could savor her for hours, but he also wants to bury hisverytalented cock inside her until she screams herself hoarse.”
His grin is cheeky as he drifts a hand up and down my thigh resting on his shoulder. “She has the longest, sexiest legs he’s ever seen, and he plans to wear them as a belt while he fucks into her tight little pussy. But first, he needs to give some serious attention to that throbbing little clit that’s just begging for his mouth.”
“Yes,” I agree instantly, and he flashes me a knowing smile before diving back in. This time he’s not fucking around. His tongue alternates between long laps and tiny flicks against my most sensitive area, and I grip his hair tighter. My hips jerk back and forth as his slight scruff provides the most delicious friction against the lips of my sex.
“Come on, dream girl. Give it up for me,” he growls between licks, and my back arches off the glass door behind me.
“Fuck. About to come,” I push out as his lips wrap around my clit. He sucks, and I’m suddenly attached to a bungee cord, being pulled down, down, down until the rubber is stretched to its limit.
Then the tension releases, and I’m flying, soaring up into the clouds at warp speed. Higher than I’ve ever flown before. I’m not usually a screamer, but his name rips from my throat as I grind shamelessly against his face. “Reno. Oh god, yes.”
The man is a master of oral sex, knowing exactly when to lick harder and when to soften his strokes against my sensitive flesh. His tongue is a gentle caress as I come down from the high of my orgasm.
Helping me to lower my leg to the ground, Reno supports my weight until my knees remember how to be knees. I don’t normally come from oral alone. I usually need some accompanying finger action to get me there.
“Wow. That was definitely not your first rodeo,” I pant, and he laughs before giving me a final soft kiss between my legs.
“Must be beginner’s luck or something,” he teases. “Maybe you’ll let me practice on you some more.”
“I suppose I could make that sacrifice,” I tease back.
Pushing to his feet, he swipes a hand over his chin and steps closer to me. He really is the perfect specimen, and I’m not just talking about physically. A man who can make you laughandmake you come?Yes, please.
My heart thuds as I loop my arms over his shoulders. It’s too bad we can’t pursue anything outside of a vacation fling, but it would never work.
Because it would break my cardinal rule:Absolutely no relationships with a hockey player. Period.
Chapter 15
Rule one is an asshole.
Reno’shandsdroptomy naked ass, and he hauls me against him. His bare chest is warm, and his smattering of chest hair abrades my nipples in the best of ways.
