My core swirled with heat at the dangerous low tone of his voice.
Was it fucked up of me to be turned on by it, by his harsh grip on my flesh, the violence he implied?
I brushed his jaw with my lips, and my fingers stroked over his upper chest. “Did you punch him?”
“Yeah.” His thumb slid inside my mouth for a heart-stopping moment and then dragged across my bottom lip. His eyes gleamed in the shadows. He was high. On blood, on making his move, leaving his mark. On me.
“Did you cut him?” I asked.
“Yes.”
His hand slid under my panty, cupping my ass firmly, and I let out a whimper.
My hand ran across his chest and down alongside his body. “Did you make him bleed?” I whispered.
“Fuck yes. And I broke a bone. Just one.”
I kissed his shoulder, licking over the hard contours of his upper arm. “Did you like it?”
He sucked in a quick breath. “I didn’t want to stop.”
I crushed my mouth to his, and my fingers brushed over the long scar along his middle, and he pushed my hand away.
“How did you get this?” I asked.
His head sank to the side. “War wound, long time ago.”
“Were you in the Army?”
“No.” His body tensed. “Another kind of war.”
This wild mark forever lashed on his body was proof of the violent life he led, and although it made me uneasy, it also sent fiery sparks shimmering through me. My leg slid higher in between his, and I followed the trail of crisp hair down his abs. My hand tucked under his waistband and wrapped around his stiff cock.
I stroked his rigid length, and my tongue created wet swirls over his smooth chest. A groan escaped his throat as my tongue flicked around a nipple and over a pec. In a flash of movement, I was underneath him, my back to the mattress, his lips sucking on a breast. His torso pressed against me, and I let out a gasp at the exquisite surge of sensation between my legs.
“I want to make you feel good,” he rasped, a hand stroking over my hips to my ass.
“Boner—”
His eyes glinted in the dark. “I want to make my old lady feel good.”
My whole being glowed at his words. His lips skidded down my middle, and I shuddered as he moved south, ripping off my panty.
My hands dug into his hair. “Boner—”
His eyes found mine. “Let me give this to you. I want to give this to you, baby. I need to,” he breathed, a hand on my breast.
Suddenly, both his hands were under my ass, lifting up my lower body, and his mouth sank over my *.
“Boner!”
His moans met mine in the air above us. His tongue swirled gently, then ferociously, and then gently again. He pushed my legs further apart and angled his mouth to discover more of me, take in more of me, tease me, consume me. My head rolled back on the pillow.
My old lady.
I gasped loudly, both my hands fisted tightly in his thick glorious hair. My hips shamelessly rocked against his face. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop. Bone—oh, Bone!”
His silky hair brushed my thighs, and my lungs squeezed painfully as he sucked on me, his shoulders surging with the effort, his rhapsody of grunts and groans propelling me into a fantastic unknown.
I crashed and soared all at once, right there, in his mouth. I trembled under the intense force of the sweet glory he’d given me.
Boner lifted up over me, taking me in his arms. He turned us to our sides on the bed, his choppy breathing filling my ear. “You call that doctor of yours first thing tomorrow, and you confirm that you can have sex. All kinds of fucking sex. Hard, fast, slow, front, back—ask her about everything. So, we’re sure.”
“Upside down sex, too?” I kissed him and then laughed as I pressed into his chest, enjoying my taste on his lips.
“Not funny.”
“I’m going tomorrow morning. Grace called her, and we got in for a visit, first thing.”
“I’m taking you.”
His fingers slid in between my ass cheeks, pressing against my entrance, and I let out a small cry at the tremor of sensation.
“And don’t forget about your ass. You want me in your ass, baby?”
I laughed out loud, but he swallowed the laugh in a hungry kiss. “I’m not joking,” he said against my lips.
“I know you’re not joking.”
Boner pushed me onto my back, and his teeth nipped across my jaw, down my throat. He sucked on my breasts, going from one to the other, roughly stroking them, his insistent wet tongue flicking at my sensitive nipples, and I squirmed under his weight.
I hooked both my legs around his torso, locking him to me, his head bent over me. My hands smoothed down his dark hair to his back, a waterfall of heavy silk, and it was mine, all mine, to enjoy. I bloomed under his hungry kisses, his gentle sucks, his stinging licks, his harsh grip.
“These tits are gonna fucking kill me,” he said in between kisses.
I let out a stream of lazy laughter.