“What was a first?”
“Never had sex without protection. Not with anyone, not ever.”
Her body sagged in relief and I didn’t blame her.
“I have an IUD so birth control is covered. And I’m clean.”
Awareness hit so hard I felt like I’d been sucker-punched in the gut.
Birth control.
Not once in my observations of the raw, primitive, covetous feelings that had surfaced had I thought about pregnancy.
What the hell?
I should’ve been freaking out. Knocking her up should’ve been the first worry that popped into my mind.
What now?
This was the part where I normally got dressed and left.
“I should…um…take a shower,” Lauren muttered, uncertainty creeping into her tone.
I stood and in a flash, Lauren yanked the comforter up and covered herself as she sat up.
This pissed me off.
I reached down and cupped her cheek, using just enough force to tilt her head back until she was looking at me.
Her normal pretty was fucking stunning after three orgasms.
“Don’t hide from me.”
“Logan—”
Squinty eyes. I knew what that meant and I was too mellow to spar with her.
“Ren, I’ve had my tongue in your mouth and in your pussy. You’ve come on my cock, on my fingers, and in my—”
“I get it,” she cut me off.
The rosy glow on her cheeks turned bright red and I liked that when I had her worked up she got off on my filthy mouth and I could even get her to talk a little dirty to me. But when my hands weren’t on her, edging her toward the pleasure her body wanted, she was shy.
“I don’t think you do, Ren. I don’t want you to hide from me—not your body, not your thoughts, not your desire. I want all of you.”
“That’s not smart,” she rightly returned.
“I don’t give a shit what’s smart. No bullshit rules.”
“Seriously, Logan.”
I’m not sure what the fuck my problem was. The more Lauren fought her corner—that being the right corner, the smart one, the safe one, the place I should’ve been with her thanking God she understood—the more I wanted to pull her from it.
This was the moment where I should’ve gotten dressed, kissed her goodbye, and left. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get my feet to work or my brain to function.
“Seriously, Lauren.” I hauled her to her feet. My over-the-top maneuver earned me wide eyes and a scowl. “I’m telling you it means something to me. I want this honest. No hiding.”
“Honest?”
“Can’t get any more honest, baby, than us standing here having this conversation with my come inside you.”
“That’s—”
“How’s this for honest? Pulling out, seeing my bare dick wet with you, wet with us, was so goddamn sexy I wanna toss you on the bed and fuck you just so I can watch it drip out of you again.”
Lauren’s eyelids went half-mast and her eye color changed to more green than brown. Knowing what that look meant my dick stirred.
“We’re gonna take a shower,” I told her.
“We are?”
“Yeah, baby, we are. And while we’re in there you’ll get on your knees ‘cause I want your mouth on my dick. Then I’m bringing you back to bed and we’re gonna play some more.”
I saw the hesitation and waited for her rebuttal but when none came I prompted, “Honest.”
“I don’t know how.”
Her face tinged a deep red and my heart slammed into my ribs. I was weirdly humbled by her candor.
“Change of plans,” I said, and just because I could I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her.
It took all of my control to keep the kiss from turning wild—keep it a tangle of tongues rather than a duel. A kiss to savor rather than ignite. Slow and wet and gentle. A kiss like no other I’ve ever had.
I broke the kiss but didn’t have it in me to pull away so I murmured against her lips, “Shower, then bed. If you’re up for it, I’ll teach you.”
I didn’t miss the shiver. I also didn’t miss the whistle of air as she sucked in a breath.
Thirty minutes later, showered and in bed, I learned the meaning of the seventh circle of hell. Our shower had been torture. A soapy, wet Lauren was a temptation. Her hands on me washing me after I’d washed her was the beginning stages of the hellish inferno I was caught in.
When Lauren had said she didn’t know how to give head, she meant she’d never done it before. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a natural.
My dick in her mouth was heaven. She used just the right amount of suction and speed. She’d licked my shaft from root to tip. She’d swirled her tongue over the tip and traced around my engorged head, digging her tongue in as she went. Now she was experimenting, playing, taking her time, learning every inch of my dick, and assessing my response to each new trick she tried.
“Ren, baby, I’m gonna come,” I warned.
She must’ve said something. But with a mouthful of dick it was all vibration and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.
“Last warning,” I groaned. “Pull off now and jerk me off if you don’t want me coming in your mouth.”
Lauren’s answer was to bob and suck.
“You sure?” I asked one last time knowing it was a fruitless question because I couldn’t hold off any longer.
Watching my dick disappear into Lauren’s wet warm mouth was too fucking much. Couple that with her enthusiasm and talent and I was a goner. My muscles tensed and pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred and I fought from thrusting deeper into her mouth. My orgasm ebbed and I blinked the haze away and for a second time that night, I froze solid.
Stunning hazel eyes full of wonder stared up at me and my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.
With one last swirl of her tongue, Lauren’s mouth pulled off my dick with a pop. My gaze went to her mouth, a drop of come at the corner, and fuck me there was that feeling again. Possessive, raw, primitive, and this time I could add barbaric to the list.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The ploy to clean me off her face was unladylike and so damn sexy I couldn’t hold back my groan of approval.
Careful, asshole. Remember yourself.
Ignoring the rational part of my brain I ordered, “Come here, baby.”
Lauren crawled up from between my legs and when she was close enough I helped her settle on my lap. This was one of those times where she was too turned on to care she was naked. I took my time taking her in, fully exposed and not hiding a single inch of her perfect body.
Needing her closer, I tugged her hand until she fell forward and her head rested on my chest.
“You’re good at that,” I told her.
“I am?”
“You just swallowed a mouthful. Not sure why you’d ask that.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re vulgar?”
I smiled into her hair and told her the truth.
“I’ve been called a lot of things but vulgar isn’t one of them.”
“Seriously? With your dirty mouth, no one’s called you that? What about crass?”
“Nope.”