“No. Not that.”
“Twelve what, then?” He cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the latex disc now in his fingers. He would probably continue to ignore it until she explained.
“Orgasms. You owe me twelve.”
His other eyebrow joined the first one high up on his forehead. “How the fuck do I owe you twelve?”
She flapped a hand around. “Just hurry up and put that on.”
He glanced down at the condom in his hand, then back to her face. “Ain’t doin’ shit ’til you explain.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. Then she realized if her eyes were closed, she couldn’t see his delicious body. And, for shit’s sake, it was damn delicious. She was hungry for it. Starving, in fact.
“One orgasm for every month I went without.”
“Without what?”
“Having sex with you. Just… Ignore me. Well, don’t ignore me, ignore my random outburst.” She reached up, grabbed his nipple and tweaked it. His body jolted in response and his cock flexed.
At least that got him moving. He quickly rolled the condom over his cock that looked ready to burst open like a can of breakfast biscuits. “Gonna take it slow at first, ‘cause I’m already ready to bust a fuckin’ nut—”
“Less words, more action,” she urged, then bit her bottom lip as he moved to settle between her thighs.
“You’re fuckin’ tellin’ me to talk less?”
She giggle-snorted. This was no time for jokes. Hell no. Not with him settling his weight between her thighs and putting those nipple piercings within range of her mouth.
And fingers.
The hot crown of his cock poked her inner thigh. She shifted her hips in encouragement.
“Gonna take it slow, babe. Tellin’ you now… Been waitin’ for this far too fuckin’ long…”
He had?
She smiled up at him.
He frowned. “You owe me twelve fuckin’ orgasms. And I expect to collect.”
“I like to pay my debts,” she assured him, her smile turning toothy.
“Good. ‘Cause you’re gonna pay. Might collect some interest, too.”
“I can work off the interest. I’m good with my mouth.”
“Better if you shut up now, woman.”
She could do that, all she needed was his nipple in her mouth and she’d gladly stop talking. “I’ve got one more thing to say…”
“Christ…”
“Fuck me.”
His irritation quickly changed to relief. “Was plannin’ on it.”
Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Then his hand drove between them, sliding the head back and forth, nudging her open, finding the spot.
She held her breath and his blue eyes held hers.
“We do this. Ain’t no goin’ back,” came his unnecessary warning.
Seriously? He was right there!
“Yes, you’re right, we should rethink this,” she said dryly, lifted her hips and speared herself on his cock.
Something in his face changed. Surprise maybe? Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to worry about it right now. Nope, not right now. She had better things to do.
Like appreciate how full and complete she felt with him inside her.
“Fuck, babe,” he breathed, his face going soft and his eyelids lowering halfway.
“Don’t close your eyes,” she begged, desperately trying not to throw her head back and close her own.
“Fuck no. Wanna watch you.”
“Watch me do what?”
“Come.”
“You need to do a lot more than just pump into me once for that. The way you’re constantly pumping into those sweet butts, you’d think—”
He slapped his hand over her mouth and gave her a warning look.
She blinked once in a silent signal that she hoped he recognized as her accepting his warning and wouldn’t bring up those women again. At least not right now while he was inside her.
He stared at her a few more seconds before removing his hand. “Not a fuckin’ word, Reilly. Not one. Or I’m pullin’ out, puttin’ you over my knee and spankin’ your ass.”
“Oooh. Can we do that later?” she whispered, excited at that prospect.
“That was supposed to deter you from sayin’ shit. Shoulda known nothin’ will shut you up but my dick in your mouth.”
“Add that to the list,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“How ‘bout I do this, instead?” He dropped to his elbows, stole her mouth, and began to move his hips in a slow, rolling rhythm.
Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she tilted her pelvis to drive him even deeper, so he hit all the right spots. It was sensory overload with the way his cock was filling her, their tongues were mating and his bare chest brushing against her peaked nipples.
She groaned into his mouth, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her hands grabbed his ass, feeling the firm muscles flex beneath her fingers. She curled them and scraped her nails over his heated skin, then up his back and neck. Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, she wormed the other between the press of their bodies to find the warm metal dividing his pebbled nipple.
She flicked at it with her finger, wondering what he liked the most. Wondering who else had experienced them. Since she’d never seen him with his shirt off, she guessed he only removed it when he was in private, when he wasn’t doing the deed in the middle of The Barn or out in the courtyard.
She wanted to know when he got them and why. Had he liked his nipples played with before getting them? Or only now that he had them?
His moan erupted into her mouth when she got a good hold of the left barbell and twisted it hard. His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up and into her faster and more frantically. She released his neck so she could concentrate on both of his nipples. Twisting and teasing, flicking and tugging.
Every one of his reactions to her manipulation causing a reaction within her.
He broke his mouth free and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and panting. “Supposed to be goin’ slow.”
“You were going slow,” she complained. Too damn slow.
“Need to not play with them right now.”
Damn. She was like a child about to have her toy taken away. “Can I add that to the list, too?”
He sighed and jammed his cock inside her harder, making her body rock. “Yeah, add that to the fuckin’ list,” he pushed through gritted teeth.
“That list will keep us busy for a while.”
“Not if I strangle you first.” When her mouth opened, he growled, “Ain’t addin’ that to the fuckin’ list. Ain’t into that shit.”
“Good. Me neither.”
His hips stilled and he pushed himself up, holding her gaze with a tight, unhappy expression. “Someone strangled you?”
She didn’t even need to answer, it only took him a few seconds to figure it out on his own.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his jaw going rock solid. He drew in one long inhale, then another.
“Dead douchebags aren’t allowed in this room right now.”
He closed his eyes and muttered another, “Fuck.”