Page 90 of Wild Love
“You know what.” I push my hips back until his dick pokes my ass.
He groans and bites my neck, then kisses it. Playful and bossy. “I need another orgasm out of you before I know you’re serious.”
“What?” I’m deciphering his meaning as he rolls us, so he’s on his back, and I’m straddling him.
“Ride my face, baby.” He wriggles down and smacks my ass to get me into position. My muscles clench as I lower onto his eager mouth. I hold still, letting him lick and suck.
“I said ride my face, baby. You want my dick? Show me what you’re going to do with it.”
My face flames, but I roll my hips and rub myself on his mouth. My second orgasm hits with barely any warning. Johnny holds my ass in his palms as he sucks hard on my clit while I ride it out.
I cry his name as I slump against the headboard.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says as I lift my leg to fall onto the bed beside him.
“Fuck hot?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
“Everything about you is fuck hot. Are you sure you want to do this? I can get you off about a thousand more ways with my hands or mouth.”
“The MacGyver of orgasms,” I joke. “I’m ready.”
He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. I lean forward and place a kiss on the head of his dick before he can cover himself. His head falls back, eyes closed. One hand caresses my face and then tangles in my hair, bringing me down on him until he hits the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes, and he lets go, stealing my hair tie from my ponytail and letting my hair spill free.
“On the bed. Hands above your head.”
He finishes covering himself with the condom and then loops the tie around my wrists, keeping them together over my head, resting on the mattress. He frames my face in his big hands, kissing me deeply as the head of his cock nudges my entrance. He rests his forehead on mine as he slides inside.
“Fuck, Kota. You’re so goddamn tight and perfect and fuckingmine.” He growls the last part as he pounds into me, finally hitting the spot deep inside of me that’s been aching for him.
I bring my arms up and loop them around his neck. He bites my bicep and then kisses it before finally giving all his attention to my mouth, kissing me so hard and stealing all the air from my lungs.
I come with tears welling behind my eyelids. Too many orgasms and too many emotions. I’m overloaded on Johnny Maverick. He groans, sliding his mouth down and clamping onto my neck, sucking hard as we come together.
I’m going to have a mark for sure.His. And I like it a little too much.
* * *
I silencemy alarm and try to sit up. Johnny’s arm at my waist weighs me down, and even through his light snores, he’s holding on tight. Charli is curled up between our legs, and I encourage her to come closer by patting the comforter lightly. She wiggles as if she’s too lazy to walk, and I pick her up and put her in my spot, then lift Johnny’s arm around his dog.
“The sneak out, huh? Are you gonna at least leave some money on the nightstand?” He opens one eye.
“Ha! Ha!” I pull my tank top over my head. “I need to shower and change. I smell like sex and Hailstone.”
“Look and smell pretty fucking good to me.” He rolls onto his back, lifts his arms, and makes a window with his thumb and pointer finger on each hand, then looks at me through it.
I finish dressing and lean over to place a kiss on his lips. He captures my legs and pulls me on top of him.
“I have to go,” I insist, but don’t try to pull away just yet. “Thanks for last night, slam piece.”
He grins and rubs a finger along my neck. “I’ll be your slam piece any fucking time.”
I can’t stop smiling as I get ready and head to work. The more I replay last night, the more details I remember, and wow… I want to do it all again.
I consider going straight to Blythe’s office and faking a stomachache to spend the day in bed with Johnny, but there are only two and a half weeks of the internship left, and I guess I actually like my job because it’s a close second to spending the day in bed.
Quinn and Reese are at their desks when I get to our area in the intern pool.
“Morning,” I say cheerily. I come up short when I see the big flower arrangement sitting on my desk. Twelve stunning red roses. “Are those for me?”
