Rugged

Truthfully I want his hands on me again just as badly as he does, but I think it would be lots more fun to slip my heels off instead and then stretch out on the seat so I can rub my feet against Flint’s crotch while he’s driving. So that’s exactly what I do.

By the time we turn onto his street he’s groaning out loud, gripping my ankles with one hand and the steering wheel so tightly with the other that even in the dark I’m pretty sure I see his knuckles go white. Poor Flint. See above note re: payback.

As soon as we’re inside the house, though, Flint’s back in control. I surrender to his mouth, tilting my head back as he trails burning kisses down my throat, my chest, stopping only long enough to pull my tight dress up over my head and toss it across the room. I stand there naked, exposed, nary a stitch of clothing or a shoe to keep me decent.

“Can’t say I appreciated your performance in the truck,” Flint grins. His eyes travel slowly up and down my body, and my pulse quickens under the heat of his gaze. “Got me all riled up now.” Judging by the tent in his pants, I certainly did.

“You want to spank me?” I tease.

I barely catch the glint in his eyes before he grabs me, lifts me over his shoulder, and slaps his rough hand firmly against my ass with a resounding slap. I squeal at the tingle of pain, but it’s quickly replaced by a rush of warmth, and I relax in his arms.

“Again,” I command, shocked at how much I like this. The second spanking hurts less, but the spreading heat that follows somehow feels better, lasts longer. I moan deeply, trailing my nails across Flint’s back.

“Don’t ask again,” he says gruffly, caressing my ass in soothing circles as he carries me to the living room.

“Ever?” I pout, writhing in his grasp, too turned on to lay still in his arms.

“Just not right now.” Flint sets me down on the couch, whipping off his jacket and kneeling before me. “I haven’t tasted you since we were in LA.” I gasp as he spreads my legs wide apart, eyeing my ripe pussy with a hunger in his gaze. “Don’t move.”

“Then don’t play with me,” I whisper, my voice strained and husky.

“Never.” He dips his head between my thighs, licking me in long, slow strokes that linger on my clit. Oh, how I’ve missed that mouth. When I start to moan, he slips one, two fingers inside me and pumps them in and out, deep and hard, as he sucks my slick nub into his mouth. He bites down gently, and the pressure nearly drives me to the brink.

“Oh God,” I whimper. It’s too much, I’m too close, and I don’t want this to be over so soon. “Hit pause,” I plead, pulling him up onto the couch. He grins at my gamer joke, either because he’s a gentleman polite enough to at least pretend to appreciate my sense of humor, or because we’re both total nerds. Either way, he’s amazing.

As he settles over me, I revel in the weight of his body, the feel of his cool silk shirt against my bare nipples, the rougher fabric of his pants and the hard bulge underneath pressing against my wet pussy. As he unbuttons his shirt I tug impatiently at his belt buckle—teamwork, for the win. While my fingers fumble I attack his mouth with mine, showing him with my thrusting tongue what I want him to do to me with his cock…if I can ever get these damn pants off of him.

“Need some help?” he asks, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. He’s naked from the waist up now, and the view of him stops my hands, and nearly my heart.

“Just hurry,” I gasp, giving up on the buckle and grabbing the couch cushions.

He has to get up off the couch to slide those pants off, but the temporary absence of Flint’s body heat is well worth the strip show I get to watch from where I’m at.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, his rock hard cock in his hand, looking all locked and loaded and ready to rumble. Mmmm.

Oh, you know. Just anywhere. Here, there. All the places. How many rooms does this place have?

Instead of cracking another joke, I drop to my knees on the floor, grateful the carpet’s so soft and plush as I turn to face the couch and rest my upper body on the cushions, readying myself for him.

“Get behind me,” I say, leaning on my forearms, my ass in the air. I can’t see Flint, but I can feel the heat of his body as he comes up behind me, settling between my legs. He runs a hand slowly down the curve of my ass, the skin still sensitive there, and a shiver of anticipation races through me.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says, grabbing my hips tightly and pressing the tip of his cock against my wet opening.

“Good. Because—” I never finish my sentence.

Instead I let out a groan of pure pleasure as Flint slams into me from behind, ramming me into the couch, the tip of his dick going straight to my sweet spot. God, I love this position. I press my face into the cushions, murmuring breathlessly as Flint picks up speed, spearing into me deeper and harder, giving me exactly what I need.

“Flint. Fuck. Yes,” I pant.

Then he gathers my hair tightly in one fist and gives the ponytail a hard tug, using just enough force to make my scalp tingle. It’s so good. So right. Don’t stop, Flint.

“Laurel,” he grounds out between clenched teeth.

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