Narrowing my eyes, I sit up. “Yes?”
Confusion spreads across his face as he takes me in. “You’re not drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” I confirm, and now it makes a whole lot more sense.
But also…seriously? I’ve been drunk a handful of times in my whole entire life.
He scrubs a hand down his face. “Fuck. I thought…”
“That I was trying to give you drunk head again?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, but I figured if I didn’t wake up, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty for not stopping you and I could get off.”
A paragon of nobility my husband is not.
“That’s…” I scowl. “You made me feel like I lost my mojo. And then I felt like a creeper.”
“You didn’t lose your mojo, Groupie. Trust me.” Smirking, he gestures to his cock. “By all means, creep away.”
I will, but not without getting a little payback first.
Walking my fingers along his chest, I straddle him. “I’ll happily suck you off, but only if I hear you beg again.”
His mouth opens and closes in disbelief. “I did not beg.”
Oh, he most definitely did.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I repeat with a mock deep voice. “This is goddamn torture. Please stop.” Crinkling my nose, I flash him some teeth. “Sure sounds like begging to me, Mr. Walker.”
“Nah. You want to hear begging?” His hands grip my ass and in one fell swoop I’m pinned to the mattress and he’s on top of me. “You’re about to hear a whole lot of it, Groupie…but it won’t be from me.”
I open my mouth with a retort, but his fingers thread my hair, and he claims it.
Desire surges through my bloodstream as his tongue slicks over mine and his hand moves between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin material of my sleep shorts, working me into a frenzy.
But I won’t beg, I won’t…
Oh god.
I cry out when he slips two fingers beneath my shorts and pushes them inside me in one long, deep, and gratifying stroke.
Then it’s gone.
There’s a cocky gleam in his eye as he glides his wet fingers along my swollen lips and the length of my slit, spreading my arousal around…making me feel the evidence of my want for him.
Squirming, I shift my hips, attempting to put them back inside me.
The gleam in his eye intensifies, and he drags his tongue over his lip ring. “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
A jolt of heat goes through me when the rough pad of his fingertip skates over my clit.
“We’re getting closer.” Taking mercy, he slides one long finger into me. I clench around the invasion, desperate to keep him there. “Stubborn girl.”
I nearly whimper when he pulls out…only to push back in a moment later.
I stretch and grasp, needing more. Needing him.
“Please.”
Triumph flashes in his gaze, but it’s not enough. He’s gonna make me work for it. And God help me I will, because it’s always worth it.
“Take off your shirt,” he rasps as he tugs my shorts and thong off.
When I do, his hungry stare rakes over my naked form. He doesn’t have to tell me I’m beautiful because he’s looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.
His teeth graze the column of my neck, sucking my skin, before he goes lower, drawing my nipple into his mouth.
A moan passes my lips. “Phoenix.”
“I love it when you say my name.” The gravel in his voice, along with his teasing, sends a hot shiver up my spine. “But I think we can do a lot better.” He pinches my other nipple. “Spread your legs, Mrs. Walker.”
Hearing him call me that shouldn’t turn me on so much, but god, it does.
I eagerly follow his instructions and he stares at my open pussy like a man starved.
The look alone is enough to make me melt, but when he holds my gaze and slithers down, wedging his shoulders between my thighs, I’m completely done for.
The fucker knows it too, because he gives me the most arrogant grin right before his tongue comes out for a taste.
“More.” When he shoots me a look, I add, “Please.”
His chuckle is a half groan as he kisses me the same way he kisses my mouth. Passionate. Needy.
Tension in my core tightens and I unabashedly beg.
For him. For the way he’s lighting my body on fire. For the way he’s able to make me forget.
Phoenix settles into a rhythm, interchanging flicks of my clit with long greedy swipes, building me up. Devouring me.
My hand cups the back of his head, keeping him there. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t, not until I’m shuddering, smashing my pussy into his face as I scream his name and drench the sheets.
He licks me through the comedown, causing little aftershocks that have me hissing, “Fuck.”
“Trust me. I’m going to,” he rasps against my slick skin. “First, I want another taste.”
He laps at my orgasm, driving me out of my mind as he builds me up again, priming me for what’s to come.
Crawling up my body, his mouth finds mine. When I part my lips, he feeds me his tongue, making me taste myself.
“Now, Phoenix. Please.”
I’m a desperate, aching mess.
Taking hold of my hips, he shoves inside me in a single thrust that’s as harsh as it is pleasurable.
Our gazes clash, and I know that he’s not only missed this, but he needs this as much as I do. This primitive connection. The intensity. The desire to consume each other insatiably.
He drops a kiss to my forehead, and we share a brief tender moment.
And then…
His composure snaps and he starts fucking me so hard—so deep—I forget everything.
Except him.
The hands on my hips tighten hard enough I know I’ll have marks, but I want them.
I want him to brand me and mark me. Burn me.
I tremble as pleasure knots inside me again. “Oh. God.”
Gripping the headboard, he picks up his pace, our skin slapping together in a wild, carnal cadence that’s visceral.
And his kiss is just as brutal. All tongue and sharp teeth as he ruts into me. Taking and using, but also giving and providing.
“Fuck.”
His hips strike mine ruthlessly, his thrusts a punishment and a reward.
A hoarse groan rips from his lips. “I feel you drip down my balls every time you take this fucking cock.”
I claw at his ass, moving with him, meeting his savage thrusts. “Good.”
He drags his lips along my throat, his hot breath gusting along my pulse point. I cry out when he nips my flesh. “If you want to come, you better beg for it.”
His hand slides between us, finding my clit. A shudder moves through me and I bite my lip, biting back a moan. “Make me.”
He withdraws almost completely before driving inside me again and again, the force of his thrusts pinning me to the mattress as those fingers strum me into oblivion.
I’m close. So close. He knows it too because there’s a smug smirk on his lips as he looks on with hooded eyes.
Surging into me, his mouth settles over my ear. “Beg to cream this cock.”
My body is strung tight, my lungs wrung out…but I beg so hard I’m sure poor Mrs. Palma next door can hear me.