His seeking hand found a tender spot just on the inside of her hipbone, and he tugged her skintight yoga pants down enough to suck that skin into his mouth.
She cried out at this, her musical voice catching with arousal even as she squirmed. Sliding his hands under Sky’s backside, Cullen gripped her hips and kept her in place as he continued pulling on her flesh until a raspberrylike mark blushed over the milky skin.
“Cullen…” Sky gasped, her hips trying to undulate beneath his unyielding hold.
The sound of his name on her lips lit a new blaze inside him, the flame searing his skin. She liked being held down, and fuck, Cullen loved doing it. Loved watching Sky’s blue eyes glaze with desire as he stroked her over the juncture between her thighs, the pads of his fingers detecting a noticeable wetness soaking through the stretchy black material.
Whatever thin thread of restraint he’d been holding onto snapped. Sliding his thumbs into her waistline, Cullen seized both the pants and the panties beneath them off her in one swift motion, exposing her to his view. She’d shaved herself utterly smooth and, as he opened her legs wider to put her pink and glistening center on display, he nearly came without any further provocation.
Sky’s thighs pressed against his hands, her face turning the same pink shade as her sex. A sweet, innocent embarrassment that begged to be conquered. Holding her open, Cullen dropped his mouth to her center to stroke his tongue between her folds until the woman vibrated deliciously beneath him. A moan escaped as he traced the tip around her hood, brushing her clit just enough to make her buck in his hold.
“Cullen! Please!” Sky’s words melded together, her sex dripping thicker and thicker the more she struggled against Cullen’s tight grip, her attempts to hide her sex from him fully forgotten. “I can’t… I need—”
“Wasn’t I going to make you pay for something?” Cullen murmured right at the level of Sky’s clit, his breath tickling the swollen bud. “Ah, yes. That bite.”
Enjoying her distressed whimper, Cullen lowered his face toward Sky’s deliciousness once more, this time flicking the tip of his tongue all around that sensitive swell until the whimpers gave way to uncontrolled moans and then a desperate, needy keen. Ah, there it was. Smiling to himself, he put his mouth over Sky’s apex and sucked.
The woman’s back arched as she screamed into the forest’s stillness, her muscles tightening over and over through a desperate climax. Christ, she came beautifully. Gorgeously. Releasing his iron hold on Sky’s thighs, Cullen gathered the woman in his arms, savoring her softness and warmth as he held her through the final grips of orgasm.
For several moments, she lay limp and blessedly bare in Cullen’s arms, the most intimate parts of her moist from his attention and his tongue. He could get used to seeing her like this, her glossy reddish-blonde hair sex tousled and flying freely around her shoulders, her lips kiss swollen, and her skin glowing with a satisfied flush.
His cock agreed, twitching so painfully that he nearly gasped. Shifting Sky to relieve some of the pressure, he studied every line of her face before reaching impertinently between her thighs. She yelped in indignation, but the moisture flowing from her gave him all the information he needed.
She wanted more. Was ready for more. And holy hell, so was he.
A feral and animalistic craving seized Cullen at once. His blood rushed south until any other thought became impossible. He had to have her. Now. Setting her down on the mossy ground, he struggled free of his shorts and hauled himself on top of her.
She softened beneath him, open and welcoming, the feel of her making everything inside him demand more. Dropping openmouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders, he tasted the heady saltiness coating her skin as the head of his cock lined up at her slick entrance.
Fuck, she felt good. Too good. It took every remaining brain cell Cullen still had functioning to shift off her long enough to find his shorts again. Digging almost frantically through his back pocket for his wallet, he secured the foil packet.
Sky, meanwhile, had recovered enough to skim one sharp fingernail along his pectoral muscles.
Cullen growled a warning.
Sky smirked right back at him, and it was all he could do to keep from slipping her onto her belly and slapping that cheeky ass a time or two before burying himself inside her.
Tossing the packet to her instead, Cullen gripped the woman’s eyes with his own. “Put it on me.”
Sky sat up, her chest heaving, her swinging breasts pointing their nipples right at him. After tearing the packet with her teeth, Sky removed the latex and then… And then, instead of rolling it down his length, the little minx leaned down and swirled her tongue all around the head of him.
“Sky,” Cullen warned, his voice low and full of gravel.
Grinning slyly, Sky swallowed him down in one fell swoop.
Cullen groaned, the sound shifting to a stream of profanity that would make any sailor proud. Pushing her head back right before he hit the point of no return, he snatched the foil packet from her fingers and sheathed himself, yanking her beneath him the moment that was finished. Shoving her thighs apart, he pinned her wrists to the ground in a way he knew would make her eyes widen and her channel slicken, and slid his way home.
Christ, she was tight. And hot. And perfect. Using all his hard-won restraint, he paused above her, letting her body adjust to the intrusion before starting to move. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, plunging himself in Sky’s heat with a desperate thrust thrust thrust of his pulsing cock. Beneath his hold, Sky’s body undulated, taking him deeper and deeper, while their heaving breaths formed a low rumble beneath the songs of morning birds.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Sky’s hips rose to meet Cullen’s assault, her channel clenching around him. Shifting her wrists until he could hold them with one hand, he dropped his other to her clit, savoring the sudden hint of anxiety crossing her features.
“I can’t,” she breathed. “Not again, not—”
Gripping her wrists more tightly, Cullen found that swollen clit he’d become intimately familiar with, and he stroked the sensitive flesh with merciless flicks. Right side. Left. Left again. Now.
“Cullen!” Sky howled as her body cinched around him in uncontrolled pleasure, her second climax forcing her hips off the ground with its intensity.
Dropping his lips atop Sky’s open mouth, Cullen swallowed her moans as he came, pouring everything he had inside her.
26
Sky
Several ragged breaths later, Cullen pulls himself out of me, my body mourning the loss of him even as my mind tries to catch up to what’s just happened. I had sex with Cullen Hunt. Mind-blowing, panty-wetting sex. With my boss.
Pushing himself up on an elbow, Cullen looms over me, his heart galloping as forcefully as mine is. His beautiful hard face watches me intently, a thin sheen of sweat making every ridge of his muscled abdomen sparkle in the sunlight.
Reaching up, I run my finger along the small, jagged scar under his chin. “Well.” I puff, my breathing still too fast for propriety. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“Yeah.”
Silence settles over us, shifting from companionable to uncomfortable as the chill seeps back into my skin. Beneath Cullen’s intent gaze, I feel as vulnerable as ever, his slow caresses along my hair making me long for him all over again. Clearing my throat, I reach for my clothes. Cullen takes the hint to get his own self dressed.