I push her back and drop down between her legs. Then I go in hard, hoping like hell she doesn’t know how much I already crave her taste. I kiss and nip at her inner thighs while she squirms and lets out soft little grunts that drive me fucking crazier.
I place my hand on her stomach, holding her still because I know that if just this is making her react the way she is, as soon as I lick between her sexy-ass legs she’s gonna come undone. My tongue traces the landing strip while I draw in a slow, deep breath, taking in her scent. As my tongue parts her lips, her hips buck up, and I grab her thigh in my hand and hold her tightly as I lay my tongue flat, then lick her from back to front over and over. Even though I don’t want to, I avoid her clit, working her up, hearing her grunts while she tries to hold in the cry I know damn well she wants to let out.
Her hands are now fisting my shirt, causing all kinds of wrinkles, I’m sure, but who cares? I’m tasting the best * I have ever tasted—I swear to fuck, I’m gonna come just eating her. She constricts around my tongue as her body tightens everywhere, her little grunts turning into a strangled groan, and I lick harshly at her tiny nub until she cries out, “Caldwell,” into the night.
When she starts to relax, and I am finally able to tear myself away from kissing and licking her sweetness, I kiss up her belly, raising her shirt with my nose as I make my way to her heaving breasts.
I look at her face and see that her arm is covering her eyes. I want to know what she looks like sated almost as much as I want to have a taste of her tits, but a horn blares from somewhere and she jumps up. My nose hits the front clasp of her bra, and I stumble back from the pressure.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she says, pulling up her panties and sweats. She scoots out of the car and quickly closes it. “I have to go.”
“Go?” I ask, confused. “We just started. Let me take you—”
She straightens up, the hardness in her eyes returning.
“Bab—”
“I’m not your baby.”
“Easy, tiger.” I reach out for her hand before she can get away, grabbing her and pulling her against me. “I promise you the best day of your life. Don’t go running away now.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” she hisses.
I pull her tighter against me so she can feel how hard I am for her. “You don’t owe me shit.”
“That’s right, I don’t. The fact that you just ravaged someone who has only had one dick inside her ever should be considered a gift, a delicacy, a—”
“Dayum.” I twist my hand in her hair and pull her lips against mine. My tongue begins tracing the invisible bruises I know I must have caused, and she starts to relax again until another horn shatters the moment between us.
She pulls back, looks past me, and then pulls away. “I have to go.”
“Wait up.” I grab her hand. “Dinner later? A drink? Your name?”
She looks at me like she’s confused, then those hardened eyes are back.
“Follow me.” She starts walking toward the alley, and I follow. I’m not turning back for nothing at this point.
She stops and pushes me against the brick wall. “After this, we’re even.”
“After wha—” She has me unbuckled and is on her knees before I can say another word.
“Oh, damn. Don’t stop,” I growl.
She doesn’t. She works me like no one ever has, her tongue tracing my tip, then sliding along my shaft as she pushes my pants down farther. She grabs my balls and moans in appreciation, which makes me hot as hell. She rolls them in her hand as she sucks so hard I am already feeling the heat of my release spreading through me like a wildfire.
“If you don’t want the Caldwell cocktail, you better stop,” I hiss.
She sucks harder, and I come, seeing lights brighter than the Vegas Strip. Then I feel her pulling up my pants and tucking me away—a first for me. Awkward? A little, but cool, too.
“Baby,” I start, and she turns away. “Christ.” I grab her hand. “What the hell is the hurry? I’m still not finished with you.”
“We’re even,” she says as she starts walking away, her hand still in mine.
“We’re keeping score, are we?” I half laugh.
“Checks and balances.” She swallows hard. “Life is all about—”
She stops when I turn her toward me. I swear her eyes are tearing up, but then again, it could be the fact that my cock was just rammed down her throat.
“Then I owe you big.”
Her head cocks to the side as she studies me, but then she turns away and pulls her hand free.
I follow her to her car and open the door before she can. “Momma raised a gentleman; I got it.”
She looks at the ground as she gets in her little car. Then I reach in and pull her buckle around her and click it in.
“I want your name.”
“I have to go,” she says as she starts the car. “Please shut the door and go move your car.”
“Just your name—”
“Call me Hard Luck.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Believe it,” she says in a low whisper as she puts her little car in reverse.