[Alabama Summer 01.0] Where I Belong Page 2

  I squeeze his hand, looking up at him from underneath my eyelashes. “I’ll follow you, but I’m going to need to feel those lips again first.”

  He doesn’t waste any time. It’s as if he’s thinking the same thing, because before I can move in, even slightly, to affirm my desires, he’s on me. His lips work mine, our tongues stroking against each other’s with purpose. These aren’t teasing kisses. These are I want you right now, and if we don’t get to a bed soon, you’ll be taken right here kisses. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never. I could do this for hours. Days even. I feel it radiating throughout my body, pinging off every nerve ending. Our hands are still interlocked; the pressure of his hold intensifies with the kiss. He licks along my bottom lip slowly, ending the passionate embrace our mouths are so happy to be in.

  Well, at least my mouth, anyway.

  “Coconut,” he whispers against my mouth.

  “Hmm?”

  His lip curls up in the corner. “You taste like coconut. I fucking love coconut.” I grin as he flicks his head toward a jacked up truck. “That’s me. Follow close behind me, baby. I’d hate to lose you.”

  “That would be a shame,” I tease, walking toward my cherry red Jeep that’s parked only a few cars down from his. “I’d hate to have this night end after just one kiss.”

  His eyes narrow in on my license plate. “One hell of a kiss though, Georgia.”

  I can’t keep the smile off my face as he pulls out of his parking spot and I follow closely behind him.

  We are only on the highway momentarily before we hit the Alabama back roads that I used to be so fond of. Tessa and I would go 4-wheeling on back roads like this, and I spent a lot of summers walking up and down the dirt paths, picking wild flowers. But the girl that did those things all those years ago isn’t currently following the black truck down these back roads. This is unfamiliar territory, completely new to me, and my stomach is beginning to do flips in anticipation of what is about to happen.

  HIS HAND FINDS mine again as I follow him into his house, and he wastes no time walking straight up the stairs and into the dimly lit bedroom.

  I place my clutch down on his dresser, stepping out of my heels.

  He isn’t far behind me, and I feel him the moment I place my right foot on the carpet. His hands caress down my arms, rough against soft, as I stay turned away from him, feeling his breath in my hair. My pulse begins to thrum in my neck as he takes all of my hair over one shoulder. He presses his lips along the line of my neck and I tilt my head to give him the access we both want him to have.

  Oh, God. I close my eyes and feel him. Everywhere. Even though he’s barely touching me, I feel him all over my body. The junction where my thighs meet is pulsating and my nipples are so hard they might just rip right through my dress.

  Jesus, this is intense.

  His lips work up my neck to my ear and he licks it before biting it. I shiver and he does it again.

  Who would have thought I’d like a little biting?

  He turns me in his arms, latching his mouth onto mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I groan, gripping his head to hold him to me. His hair is soft against my palms, and I run my fingers along the base of his hair line. I feel his desire for me pressing into my stomach, and it isn’t a small desire.

  Thank you, Jesus.

  He moans into my mouth and sucks on my tongue, his hands roaming all over my back. Firmly planting them on my ass, he dips and lifts me off the ground in one quick motion.

  My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me over to the bed, dropping me in the middle of it. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting his mouth on mine. I’m ready. So ready. If he doesn’t touch me again soon, I might just resort to begging.

  He’d probably like that.

  “Christ, you’re so sexy. Look at you.” He stares down at me, eyes blazing as I stretch out on the bed beneath him. “You’ve no idea how close I was to pulling over on the side of the road and taking you right there.”

  That would’ve been fun. Sex in a truck? A really bad ass looking truck? I’ll have to put that on my to-do list.

  “Maybe next time,” I reply, but I know there won’t be a next time. Not with this guy anyway. I’ll probably never see him again, and I’m okay with that.

  My eyes enlarge as he pulls his T-shirt off with one hand.

  Oh, wow. His bare chest is a sight to behold; wide with a bit of dark hair in the middle. He’s all man, and I don’t feel a bit ashamed about the staring I’m doing. He should be on billboards all over the city.

  He’s muscular, every cut of him visible from my angle. His right shoulder is completely covered in tattoos, stretching down to his elbow. And trust me when I say that tattoos have never looked this good.

  Six, no eight pack, maybe? The V. That freaking glorious V that leads to what I really want that’s hiding beneath his pants.

  He undoes his belt and his jeans fall to the floor, leaving a very impressive erection pressing against his boxers.

  My mouth waters instantly. I want to eat him up.

  He drops to his knees at the foot of the bed. and I lean up on my elbows to see him better. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when my feet are grabbed and I’m pulled toward him. And now I’m very aware of what he plans on doing. I yelp and hear a small sound of amusement as my legs are dropped over his shoulders.

  “I need to taste this pussy.” His hands hike my dress up to reveal my lace panties. My favorite pair, actually. I felt losing my virginity warranted something besides my go-to boy shorts. “You wanna come on my lips, baby?”

  Hell fucking yes, I do. Would anyone in their right mind say no to that?

  “Uh huh,” is all I can give him at the moment. My brain is having difficulty forming a complete thought as I anticipate his mouth on me there.

  He groans, deep and guttural, sliding his hand up my thigh until I feel his fingers running up and down the length of the lace.

  I’m shaking, fisting the sheets already and he’s barely touching me.

  “So wet and hot.” He presses his face between my thighs and inhales, his moan vibrates against my body. “Damn, you smell good. I bet you taste even better, though.”

  My panties are removed and that first lick nearly rockets me off the bed.

  “Holy shit. That’s . . . oh, wow.”

  My thighs clamp his head so tightly, I’m surprised he’s managing to move his head at all. But he manages, and he’s eating me like this is all we’re going to do tonight. Like this is the only way he’ll get to experience my body. I can’t take my eyes off him while he does it, and given the predatory look in his eyes right now, I’m not sure he’ll let me look away if I tried. He’s all over me, alternating his movements so I don’t get used to anything. And he seems to be enjoying it as much as I am, going at it with such gusto and humming against me. The vibration moves through my entire body, pulsing, pulsing, until I’m so close I can’t see straight. This is what oral sex is supposed to feel like. Raw. Uninhibited. Thank God, I left my shyness at the door because he’s exploring every inch of my pussy. I’m tempted to lock him between my legs and never let him up for air. He’s incredible at this, and I know without a doubt that given the chance, I would’ve never experienced anything even remotely close to this.

  This man. Holy fuck. This man right here knows exactly what he’s doing.

  I don’t want to come so quickly, but there’s no way I can slow down my body’s reaction to him. I arch my back off the bed, groaning loudly as my orgasm barrels through me like a shock wave.

  He licks my length once, and then again, making sure to soak up every last drop of what he’s earned.

  “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He plants gentle kisses between my legs, his eyes glued to mine. “I need to see that again.” He kneels in between my legs, dropping his hand to the spot he’s just worked like the world was about to end.

  I whimper as he teases me with one finger, slippin
g it inside as he keeps his eyes on me.

  “When you get yourself off, do you just focus on your clit or do you fuck your pussy like this?”

  Hottest. Question. Ever.

  I swallow loudly as he slips in another finger, loosening me, priming me for his cock. “Just my clit. I don’t think I can come from,” I gasp, “from that.”

  Holy mother of God.

  His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Challenge accepted.” He grabs my knee with his free hand and begins fingering me, ignoring my clit completely.

  I’d protest if it didn’t feel un-fucking-believable. I feel him curl them up inside me, as if he’s beckoning me to come closer, to come all together. He’s rubbing some glorious spot that I never knew even existed.

  “What are you . . . oh, my God, I’ve never, is that . . . are you?” I’m panting and arching into his magical touch. If I begin speaking in tongues, I won’t be surprised in the least.

  “It’s your G-spot, angel. I’ll make you come in ways you never thought possible.”

  He presses up into that spot while his other hand pushes down on the front of my pelvis. I’m not sure if he feels the change that’s happening to me or if he sees it. But he knows exactly when it happens.

  “That’s it. Give me another. I fucking need it,” he growls and I obey, giving him exactly what he demands of me.

  I lock eyes with him as my orgasm rips through my body, shredding me into post climactic pieces.

  “Holy shit. Come up here.”

  I reach for him, seeing him stand and slip his boxers off as he sucks on the fingers that were just inside me. My eyes wander lower, lower, until I focus in on what might possibly split me in two. He’s bigger than I thought. Way bigger.

  “Oh, my God,” I blurt out, causing him to glance over at me with a puzzled expression. We both laugh together and I cover my face embarrassingly. “Sorry. That was a good Oh, my God.”

  “Christ, I hope so.” He slips on a condom and moves between my legs. “Let’s see if you have anything for me to oh, my God at underneath this dress.” His hands grip the hem of my dress and I sit up, granting him access. “I’m betting you’re about to blow my fucking mind.”

  I blush crimson as my dress is removed. Lying back on the bed, I watch his eyes run all over my body, stopping and widening as they land on my chest.

  Oh, God. I’m completely naked in front of this man and he’s just staring at me.

  I should let him stare though, after that mind-blowing orgasm. I should let him do whatever he wants with me. With a tongue like that and fingers I’d give my life for, I can’t imagine how good the rest of his body is.

  Speaking of the rest of his body.

  My eyes drop to his massive erection and the need in me grows to a palpable hunger.

  “Umm, is something wrong?” I whisper my fear, seeing his eyes jolt up to mine, finally leaving my breasts.

  “Your tits are phenomenal.” His hands squeeze them and I arch my back off the mattress, pushing them farther into his palms. “I want to slide my cock right here and come all over them.” He trails a finger down the center, his eyes turning roguish. “I bet you’d look beautiful covered in me. I bet you’d like it too.”

  Jesus. This guy excels in the dirty talking department. And I never thought I’d be into that. But coming out of that mouth, from those lips, I’m way the hell into it. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  He leans forward and presses my body into the mattress.

  The sensation of him over me is perfect. Every part of his body is touching mine, and I never want him to move. His erection pushes against my clit, and I moan into him as his mouth collides with mine. His tongue twists and dips, licking and swiping into my mouth. God, he’s so good at this. I feel like I’m just fumbling around but he isn’t complaining. I run along the muscles of his back with my hands, feeling them flex against my touch.

  His mouth breaks free of mine, and he slides down slightly. “I gotta suck them, baby.” He flicks my nipple once, twice, and then draws it into his mouth.

  “Oh, yes.” I hold his head to my breast, not ever wanting him to stop this amazing sensation.

  He alternates between them, giving each nipple equal attention as he sucks, twists, and bites. The pain is just enough that it blends into pleasure. Intense pleasure. It feels amazing. But I want more. I miss his cock already, now that he’s moved down my body.

  “Can you, oh . . .”

  His head tilts up. “Can I what?” He keeps his eyes on me as he licks my left nipple. “I’m not doing anything else to this beautiful body unless you beg me to do it.” His hands continue their sweet torture on my breasts. “You said back at the bar that you’ve never done this before. What did you mean exactly? Going home with a stranger? Or what you’re about to beg me to do?”

  I glance down and meet his smirk.

  Christ, he’s sexy as hell, and playful. Deadly combination. And he has every right to be cocky. I’m all for begging if it puts him inside me.

  “Um, both actually. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve kissed boys and they’ve touched me a little, but that’s about the extent of my experience.”

  “Are you sure you wanna do this? You don’t even know me. I could eat your pussy some more or fuck you again with my fingers. It doesn’t have to be my cock getting you off.”

  I bite my lip playfully. “Tempting. But I want this to be with you.” Our eyes stay locked as he sits back between my legs. “I don’t want to stop.”

  “Show me you want this.” He holds me with his stare, commanding me to do what he’s asking. “Show me you want me to be the one to take it.”

  I reach for his cock, sliding down the condom and rubbing his length. His groan vibrates through his entire body and I feel it tickling my palm.

  “Do you think you can make me come with this?” I whisper my tease. “I’m betting you can. I’m betting you can make me come all night with it.”

  The biggest, sweetest grin spreads across his face and I swoon. I’m fucking swooning here.

  “That’s the plan, sweetheart. I’m gonna go slow, but I need you to tell me if it’s too much for you.”

  He braces himself on either side of my face, taking his weight on his forearms. I feel him at my entrance and he gently places kisses to my lips as he slowly slides in with a muted grunt. I inhale sharply and clamp my eyes shut.

  Holy shit, he’s big. Really fucking big.

  He stills, not all the way in, and I let out my air.

  “Jesus. So damn tight.” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?” His concerned words blow across my face. “Do you want me to pull out?”

  I open my eyes and meet his. I have to keep going. I know the pleasure will come after the pain. “No, don’t pull out. I want you to fuck me.”

  His hand strokes my cheek in the most intimate way. “Baby, I can’t fuck you until you’re ready for me. It’ll hurt if I try to do it right now.” He reaches down and grabs my hand, moving it around him. “Grab me and pull me into you. That way you’re controlling it.”

  I nod once, grabbing on to him with both hands and guiding him into me. The pain hits me again and I tense. Every muscle in my body contracts against his. I can’t stop. I need to do this. I clamp my eyes shut as I pull him in.

  Deeper. Deeper. Fucking hell. My nails dig into his skin and I sharply suck in my breath again.

  “Oh, God,” I pant.

  The pain begins to shift, slowly disappearing into nothing. I lock onto his eyes and bite my lip, seeing his apprehensive expression.

  He’s just as tense as I am.

  He doesn’t want to hurt me.

  I chose the right guy.

  I relax my body completely and become familiar with the sensation. “I’m okay,” I reassure him, seeing the tightness in his jaw disappear and his eyes light up.

  He slowly pushes in all the way, gauging my reaction closely. Studying my face. His lips are parted slightly and his e
yes are so bright, they seem to light up the darkness of his bedroom. A deep, guttural noise escapes his throat as I open up to him, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go.

  “I’m all the way in you, baby, and it feels so damn good.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers.

  “I’m ready for you to move,” I say, assurance in my tone. I’m more than ready. I tilt my pelvis up and wrap my legs around his waist.

  He slowly slides back out, keeping his eyes on mine and watching me closely. The pain is gone and the only thing I feel is pure ecstasy. Elation. Fucking euphoria. I moan and lift my hips, urging him farther.

  Oh, yes. That feels good. Amazingly good.

  “Holy fuck,” he grunts, sliding back in slowly. He bends down and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Does it still hurt?”

  I smile against his lips and shake my head.

  “Good. I’m gonna really move now, pretty girl. I don’t know how long I’ll last though. You’re squeezing me so God damned tight, angel.” And then he picks up rhythm, his hips crashing against mine.

  My breasts bob against his muscular chest and I kiss him deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. The room fills with our moans that are in no way muffled. I’m certain people in the next state over can hear us.

  Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

  “Oh, my God,” I say as he licks and sucks my breast. And I know I’m close. I’m familiar now with what he can do to me and there’s no stopping it. The buildup is coming from deep within me, and it’s coming quick. Like a wildfire spreading.

  “You’re right there, baby. Are you ready?”

  How fucking hot is it that he knows when I’m about to come? I don’t even need to tell him.

  “Yes. God, yes,” I answer.

  He slides his hand between us and rubs against my clit. Thrusting harder and harder, deeper than I thought possible, and my orgasm rolls through me like a current.