Quick & Reckless, page 6
“Fuck me, Warren,” she said on a sigh, as she pulled her mouth from his and kissed his neck. She raked her teeth along his jaw. “Take all of me. I want to feel you inside me.” Arching up, she pressed her pussy against his crotch, grinding herself into his erection. He groaned and ducked his head, latching on to a hard and tight nipple. She gasped and pressed her breast against his mouth. “Fuck me.”
Not bothering to release her from his mouth, he glanced up at her. Need, pure and greedy, stared back at him.
“Are you going to make me beg?”
He scissored his teeth across her nipple and grinned.
With hunger and determination on her face, she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him up and over her. “Please, fuck me.”
“Well,” he pushed up onto his knees and quickly shucked his boxers, “since you asked so nicely.”
Her eyes fell to his cock. He reached forward and gave it a couple of quick tugs, remembering her hot little mouth wrapped around it earlier this morning and wondering if there was a way he could mandate that she woke him up like that every morning.
She spread her legs and let her hand drift down. She parted her lips and slid her fingers over her glistening pink clit.
“Are you still wet?” he asked, battling with the dilemma of ducking his head down between her thighs and tasting her one more time, or driving home and claiming her. He wanted both so badly.
She nodded her head. “As much as you give incredible head, I need more. Now, Warren, fuck me now.”
He didn’t need any more convincing. He grabbed her by the back of the thighs, pulled her toward him, covered her with his body and slammed home. No remorse, no quarter, he took her body just like she’d demanded. And fuck if she didn’t feel incredible. Snug heat surrounded him instantly, squeezing him tight like a hot little fist.
His eyes found hers, and nothing but fierce need stared back at him. She lifted her hips, helping him hit deeper inside her, taking all of him.
“God, you feel good,” he said through clenched teeth. “So good.”
“Harder.”
“Oh, angel.” He picked up speed, hammering into her, hitting the end of her and making her moan. She grappled at him with one hand, raking her nails down his back while wedging the other hand between them to begin rubbing circles around her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut as his mouth latched on to a nipple, and he tugged.
“Yes,” she hissed, digging her nails into the flesh of his ass. “More.”
He sawed his teeth back and forth over the hard, tender peak, reveling in the sexy little noises tumbling from her lips.
Dropping warm, wet kisses between her breasts, he moved his mouth over to the other needy nipple, delivering the same torture and earning the same glorious response from the woman surrounding him, consuming him.
“I’m close,” she said with ragged pants.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Her hand between them dipped lower, and she gripped him at the base for a moment, stalling his efforts to plunge inside her once more. Her hand snaked down farther to his balls, and she squeezed.
Oh, she was a wicked one.
He pumped harder into her. She squeezed his balls harder. God damn it, he was going to blow if she did that again.
She clenched her slick, hot little cunt around him, and he felt his balls contract.
Warren lifted his head to try to gauge what she was up to. A wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes, followed quickly on the heels by panic.
“Condom,” she whispered.
Fuck! How could he forget? As if her pussy was on fire, he pulled out, his cock deciding that now would be a good time to start shooting cum everywhere.
“Belly,” she said gruffly, watching him stroke out his release all over her flat stomach. Her hands came up to her nipples, and she began to tweak and twist.
“Touch yourself, angel,” he demanded, wanting desperately for her to come, too. He’d botched this whole fucking thing; the last thing he wanted was for her to miss out.
Nibbling on that cushiony bottom lip of hers, she let one hand trail down her belly, making sure to avoid his cum. Using her own slickness, she ran her fingers over her engorged clit, flicking and tweaking, rubbing and teasing. His eyelids drooped as he watched her. Warren groaned as the last of what would have been one hell of an orgasm shot all over Silver’s belly.
God, he was a moron.
When he knew he was done, he joined her, licking her clit and helping her fingers until she was a moaning and panting mess before him, flooding his mouth with her sweetness and arching her back on the bed with her release.
Moments later, Warren sat back on his heels. “Shit. Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair and averted his gaze for a moment before finally glancing up at her from beneath his lashes. “Sorry, angel. I totally forgot. I was just so caught up in the moment, at the idea of finally getting to be inside you.”
“It’s okay,” she said on a pained breath. “Me too.” Her eyes darted to the nightstand. “Do you have any condoms? I’m not on the pill.”
With aching reluctance, he shook his head. “No. I meant to get some sent up last night but then forgot. I’m sorry.”
Shit. No pill. Now we’re going to have to be extra careful.
Her smile was sassy as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. “You almost sound Canadian with all that apologizing. Don’t sweat it. I’m pretty sure I’m not ovulating, so as long as you’re clean, we should be in the clear. Pull and pray, isn’t that a thing?” She snatched his phone off the bed and handed it to him before sitting up entirely. “Order breakfast and see if the delivery guy will stop and grab a box of rubbers on the way for an extra fee. I’ve been to The Badger. The people there are totally cool.” Then she grabbed him by the base of his shaft, motioned for him to straddled her chest, and angled him into her mouth.
A groan rumbled at the back of his throat as he brought up the number for the restaurant and hit dial. Fuck, she was perfect.
Chapter seven
Silver
Silver rolled over on the bed and opened her eyes. The room was darker than when she’d dozed off, and shadows clung to the walls. A brief glance at her phone said it was closing in on six o’clock on Monday night. Had she slept the last two days away? No. She’d fucked the last two days away. After the condoms had arrived with breakfast Sunday morning, everything became a beautiful, euphoric blur. Orgasm after glorious orgasm peppered with wonderful conversations, delicious meals, swimming in the rooftop pool and afternoon naps curled up next to Warren. She could hardly make heads or tails of which day it was, what time of day or what meal was next, but the way her limbs and entire body hummed from all the attention and devotion of her mysterious Australian, she didn’t much care if it was Halloween or even Christmas. Silver felt good. She felt happy and finally, for the first time since Saturday, she felt something akin to peace.
The open box of condoms on the nightstand, surrounded by half a dozen empty foil packets, caused heat to flood her cheeks. They certainly had fucked the last couple of days away.
The faint sound of voices out in the living room piqued her interest, and thinking it was Warren and someone else, she slipped into the white fluffy terry cloth robe from behind the bathroom door. Had it just been the two of them, she would have wandered out nude. Warren definitely made her feel good about herself, about her body. He was all about being naked and taking her whenever the mood struck him, and he said clothing just got in the way.
She opened the bedroom door, expecting to find people, but all she found was Warren, sitting in a T-shirt and his boxers, staring at his laptop and nodding. A male voice, or what sounded like two, drifted up from the computer. Neither of them sounded Australian, though.
She wandered into the living room. Warren glanced up at her and smiled.
“She there?” asked a deep manly voice.
Warren nodded.
“Hey!” It was a different deep manly voice than the first.
Warren held out his hand. “Want to come meet my brothers?”
Warren’s brothers? Her heart constricted at the thought of siblings. Silver had always wanted a brother or sister. She loved her dad, but after her mother had died, he hadn’t remarried, so it’d just been the two of them. She would have loved a sibling. Even a stepsibling. Warren mentioned that he’d only recently met his brothers; did that mean they’d all been raised in different places, too? How odd.
Slowly, on timid feet, she made her way over to the couch where he sat. She was only in her robe, but suddenly she felt as naked as the day she was born. They would know exactly what she and Warren had been up to. Were they going to judge her? Think of her as just some piece of ass?
You’re treating Warren like some piece of ass. A salve to heal the wound. Get over yourself.
Warren grabbed her hand and hauled her over, plunking her into his lap. “Guys, this is Miss Silver Noel Belle.” He beamed. “Ain’t she perty?”
Silver rolled her eyes but smiled. He was quite the charmer. She allowed her gaze to focus on the screen in front of her, and what stared back could have only been two underwear models in tight-fitting T-shirts. Two men who couldn’t have looked more different, but yet at the same time were clearly brothers.
“Hi, Silver Noel Belle,” the one on the left said with a smile. “I’m Tate. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She swallowed hard. He was fucking gorgeous. Light brown hair that matched the sexy scruff on his chin and cheeks along with the most incredible grass-green eyes that spoke of wisdom and patience, and when he smiled and winked at her, a dirty side, too.
“Hello,” she replied, fiddling with the knot of her robe.
“I’m Gavin,” the other one said with a wily grin. He was equally handsome, but there was more of an edge to him. His eyes were the same bright blue as Warren’s, but his hair was darker, almost coffee-colored. The intensity of his gaze as he studied her had Silver squirming in Warren’s lap.
“Hi,” Silver said with a smile. “Um, which one of you is expecting?”
“We both are,” they said with matching smiles.
She could feel Warren shake his head behind her. “Tate is always breeding. Seems like they’re aiming for their own rugby team or something, but Gavin’s wife is pregnant with their first.”
“Congratulations,” she said, “to both of you.”
They both thanked her. And then awkward silence fell among them all.
“Well,” Gavin said with another devilish smile, “we’ll let you two lovebirds go. Make the most of your last night together. Bro,” he glanced at Warren, “be sure to grab your brain out of your balls when you leave Canada. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Warren snorted. “You’re a cunt.”
“Love you, too,” Gavin said with a laugh. Then the screen went black, and Silver found herself tackled to the couch, squealing as Warren kneed her legs apart and settled himself between them.
“You look gorgeous,” he said with a growl, pulling at her robe to expose a breast. "All doe-eyed and thoroughly fucked. Are you thoroughly fucked, angel?”
She brought her hand down to the front of his boxers and stroked him. “Well fucked, yes, thanks to the delivery guy. Maybe you should have asked him to bring up two boxes.” Warren chuckled at the memory. That poor kid had been red as a beet when he showed up with their breakfast on Sunday and a big box of condoms. But Warren had given him a handsome tip, which seemed to help fade the kid’s color a bit.
“But somehow,” Silver continued, “you always manage to leave me wanting more. So thoroughly, not so much.”
His growl made her pussy clench. “Good answer. What do you feel like for dinner?”
Silver had awoken with the most interesting idea. He’d refused to fuck her that first night because she was drunk. But would he fuck her drunk now? She’d always loved drunk sex. Normally a bit of a vanilla bean in the sack, she found being a tad tipsy always brought out her inner sexpot. And she bet being with Warren and having sex while drunk might just bring out her inner sexpot to the extreme. He already had her doing things she’d never dared to dream of doing, and she’d loved every single one of them. He’d demanded carte blanche, and she didn’t regret giving it to him.
Licking her lips, she hummed. “I dunno, maybe pizza? But we should see about having a bottle of something sent up.”
“Yeah? You think the delivery guy will stop at the bottle-o?” Deftly he untied her robe and let it fall open. His mouth planted warm wet kisses on each breast and over her ribcage. God, she loved his accent. And the weird slangy words were just as hot.
She rolled the word “bottle-o” around in her mouth for a moment, but for some reason it just didn’t sound as sexy as when Warren said it.
“Ya all right?” he asked, stopping his ministrations and glancing up at her.
She fluttered her lashes at him. “I just love how you speak. And your slang is sexy.”
His mouth fell back to her breast, and he laved his tongue over her tight point. “Well, I happen to love how you speak. Especially when you’re coming hard and swearing like a drunk sailor who just lost his ship in a card game.”
Silver snickered before a gasp filled her lungs. He was tugging now. Her nipple was between his teeth, and he was pulling, stretching her body until a beautiful pang of pain ran from her breast down through her body, only to pool between her legs.
“Am I what you’d call a Sheila?” she asked, her hand falling to the top of his head, loving the silky hair beneath her fingertips.
He lifted his head, his eyes wide. “Fuck no.”
“W-why?”
“Sheila is a derogatory term. An insult. You’d never be called a Sheila in a million years. And if someone did call you that, I’d kick the living shit out of them.”
Heat and something else swirled in her stomach. “Oh.”
He dipped his head and got back to work.
She needed to change the topic to something less serious. He’d suddenly gotten all protective and alpha. It was seriously turning her on but also making her heart do this funny pitter-patter thing. “You in the mood for wine? Or maybe something harder?” she asked, watching him plant kisses down her body.
“Trying to get me drunk? Want to take advantage of me? Corrupt my innocence?”
A most unladylike snort burst forth, and she hastily covered her mouth. “You, innocent?”
He glanced up at her from where he was busy swirling his tongue around her bellybutton. “I am but a boy scout. And you, you sultry vixen, have seduced me with your wanton ways. Why, I was a virgin until you plucked my flower yesterday.”
“And what a beautiful flower it was,” she said with a laugh. “I was just thinking that now, since we’re already sleeping together, that maybe we could get a bottle of something sent up and get a little tipsy. Have that drunk sex you refused to have with me on Saturday.”
His mouth was covering her mound now. He let his tongue dart out and flicked her clit. Her leg spasmed. “Hmm. Drunk sex, eh? You wilder when you’re drunk?”
Chewing on her bottom lip, she hummed and nodded.
“Like kinky wild?”
“I—I don’t know. I’ve never done anything kinky.”
“You interested?”
Oh mama. This had taken a turn. But then, wasn’t this what she wanted? She was enjoying being with Warren. He was showing her new forms of pleasure, forbidden forms of pleasure.
“You mean like spanking and being tied up?”
His tongue grazed her clit again. “Yeah. You seemed to enjoy being blindfolded the other night.”
Oh yeah, she had. That had been incredible. One sense deprived while the rest were heightened. All she could do was feel and envision his head bobbing between her legs.
“I did, yes.”
“So, you want to get drunk and have me spank you? Tie you to the bed?”
She glanced down the length of her body to find him staring at her, patiently waiting for her answer. But what surprised her more was how rapidly her chest rose and fell. Her breathing was labored, as if she’d just done a hundred jumping jacks. She was turned on, and not because his head was between her thighs—because he talked about spanking her, and the idea made her hot.
Her head bobbed in a nod before she could stop it. “Yeah, I do. I want to get a little drunk and have you tie me up and spank me. I really do.”
He swept up between her folds with the flat of his tongue, and she nearly kneed him in the skull from the tingle that ripped through her. She thought he was going to dive in and go to town, but instead he pushed himself up to his feet, leaving her lying there on the couch, exposed and with her engine running.
“Well, then, I best go order dinner then. What’s your poison? Tequila? Whiskey? Anything you can recommend to mix with root beer?” He strolled over to where his phone sat on the small wooden breakfast table in the kitchenette. “Please tell me you’re not one of those freaky weirdos that likes pineapple on their pizza. I might have to end this affair right now.”
Closing her robe and sitting up, Silver rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty much good with whatever. But no, if given the choice, I don’t order pineapple on my pizza. Why? What do you Aussies like on your pizza?”
He frowned and shrugged. “Same as anyone else: kangaroo meat, sprinkled with eucalyptus leaves, topped with wombat's cheese. And if you can get it, platypus venom as a sauce. Though that can be a bit hard to come by when they’re not in season.”
Silver tossed her head back and laughed. God, it felt good to laugh. She hadn’t thought about Trent and Candy in ages, and even when she did, her heart didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had, because Warren was there to lift her spirits and make her smile. “Platypus venom, eh? Something tells me it would be spicy.”
He nodded but didn’t bother to look up from his screen. “Kind of like wasabi. Burns your nose right quick but then fades fast. You okay with ham, cheese, egg and onion?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Egg? Like scrambled egg? On a pizza?”
