Quick & Reckless, page 5
An ephemeral kiss landed on her temple. “I will soon. I promise.”
Then he left. She didn’t have to see him leave to know he was no longer in the room. She could feel it. Smell it. A warmth to the air was gone. Drawing the plush duvet up tighter around her, she nestled deeper into the bed. Oh well. He’d be back. He never broke a promise.
Chapter six
Warren
Warren gently shut the bedroom door and exhaled out through his mouth. He wandered over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, popped the cap and tipped it back. Running his fingers through his hair, he made his way over to the big picture window. Nothing but the city lights were visible now, and they blinked at him with nearly as much confusion as he held in his head. This was supposed to just be a fling. A weekend to help out a sexy jilted bride and gets his rocks off in the process. He’d been so busy with work lately, he hadn’t had much of a chance to date, let alone get laid. And yet there was something so sweet about her, so innocent that he was drawn to her. He wanted to make her happy. See her smile and hear her laugh. Nearly as much as wanting to make her come, he wanted to heal her.
He shook his head and took a swig of his beer. Ah, the Canadians knew how to make a decent beer. He glanced at the label. Siriano Island Brewery’s Raspberry Summer Ale. One more sip, and he finished it.
Who was Silver Belle? He chuckled at her name. Poor girl. And yet, it suited her. She was sweet and her voice like music. Even when drunk, he would listen to her babble and mutter incoherent nothings if it meant he could hear her voice. Yes, Silver Belle fit her just right.
Could he go back into the bedroom, pull back the sheets and sleep next to her? Just sleep. He glanced down at his cock. It practically growled back at him in frustration. Still hard as hell and aching to fuck. The way Silver had come, each and every time, was incredible. She was incredible. He’d never been with a woman who got so wet so quickly. Who gushed out over his fingers and across his tongue. She tasted like honey, and already he was starving for more.
His eyes fell to the poutine on the coffee table. Grabbing it, he stashed it in the fridge, rinsed out his beer bottle and then turned off all the lights in the living room.
He promised her he wouldn’t fuck her tonight. He promised her he wouldn’t come. He paused with his hand on the bedroom doorknob and glanced at the clock on the microwave. It said 1:22. With a smirk, he shook his head. He’d give her until morning. She needed to sleep. But once she was awake, all bets were off. And whether it was his hand, her mouth or her pussy, he was going to get off.
Warren woke with a startled “What the fuck?” His hand fell to his cock, where, lo and behold, there was a head. A bobbing head. He opened his eyes and was temporarily blinded by the daylight coming in. Shit, he’d forgotten to close the curtains last night. Squeezing his eyes shut for another moment, he shook his head before opening his lids again and lifting the sheets.
Well, fuck me. The perfect woman. The perfect wakeup.
Silver grinned at him, her mouth full of his cock as she pumped him with her fist and drew him deeper down her throat. The woman knew what she was doing. Boy, oh boy, did she know what she was doing. His hand fell to her head again, and he stroked her hair, the tendrils like silk between his fingertips. He gripped them tight, much like he had last night, and pulled her head up, then pushed it back down, taking control. He always took control.
And then it started. The humming. That vixen with her lips wrapped around his shaft was humming.
Holy. Fuck.
The vibrations went straight to his balls, and they cinched up tight. He wasn’t going to last long. It’d taken forever for his erection to go down last night, and he’d had to adjust how he slept a few times in order to not crush his painful blue balls. But her mouth was hot and velvety soft. And that tongue, fuck, the way she twisted it up and down, then flicked the tip. He was going to blow.
Her hand pumped him root to tip again before she deep throated. He hadn’t even pushed her head this time, she’d done it all on her own, the humming still making his nuts ache for release and sending pleasure all the way down to his toes. She pulled out one more time, grazed the tip with her teeth and then plunged him back down, letting him bottom out one last time. He went off like a fucking rocket.
Once he was done and she’d licked him clean, yes, she fucking licked him clean like a goddamn porn star, he untangled his hands from her hair and fell back into the pillows, letting his breathing return to normal and his heart rate settle. He pushed the sheets back to expose his seductress. She was still just as stunning as last night. Possibly more. Her eyes held a brightness to them he hadn’t seen last night, and her hair was all tousled and wild from having been slept on wet. His heart lurched in his chest as he reached for her.
“Morning,” he said, throwing on a heavy Australian drawl.
Her smile was brighter than the sunshine outside. “Morning. Did you enjoy me going down under?”
Son of a bitch, and she was funny, too.
He tossed his head back and barked out a laugh. “Very much. Shall I return the favor? You climb on up and let me give you the Australian kiss.”
Her nose wrinkled in confusion. “What’s that?”
He smiled. “It’s like a French kiss, but we do it down under.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “I walked into that one, I guess.”
He made an inch with his thumb and forefinger. “Little bit. But seriously, you wanna climb on up here and sit on my face, angel? Nothing like a morning orgasm to get the blood pumping. I should know.”
She licked her lips and prowled her gorgeous curves up his body. “Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?” She inched herself up over his body and then eventually his face, settling her mound over his mouth. His tongue darted up, and he immediately flicked her clit. She shuddered above him. He did it again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, grinding herself down onto him.
He went to check to see how wet she was with his finger when the most glorious idea hit him. She was going to come harder than she’d ever come in her life. He reached up under her arms, and within seconds, Silver found herself on her back.
“Wh-what?” she asked, rearing up onto her elbows and giving him a raised eyebrow.
He grinned at her as he pulled himself to the apex of her legs. “You think you came hard last night, baby? You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He swept his tongue up between her folds and laved at her clit. She was already wet as hell, probably from giving him head, so he didn’t have too much work ahead of him. She’d proved herself to be an easy little nut to crack, and even easier when he had a finger in her ass. Now, just how hard would she come when he pressed on her G-spot, too?
Once he knew she was good and wet, he drew one finger down between the cheeks of her ass. She spread her legs a touch wider to accommodate him and bent her knees, flattening her feet on the bed. Yes, she was getting into this and giving him access. Such a good little submissive, he didn’t even have to tell her.
He swirled her wetness around her tight hole, pressing gently, then harder until he knew she was relaxed. Then he inched forward and slipped inside. He was already growing hard again and shifted his body on the bed to get comfortable.
“God, Warren,” she mewled, her hands falling to the top of his head. But unlike him, she didn’t fist his hair and take control. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair in what almost felt like a pet. “So good.”
He made tight circles around her clit, feeling it swell and harden beneath his tongue, she was already so close. His easy little nut. Using the fingers from his other hand, he slipped two inside her tight cunt. God, she was wet. He scissored and pushed against her walls, feeling her clench and ripple around him. She was damn close. Making sure he was multi-tasking to the best of his ability, he continued with the circles around her clit, the finger in her ass and, with the two in her cunt, he located her G-spot. That hard little almond shaped tissue on the anterior wall, the button that made all women come like a runaway train when touched just right.
He pressed on it. Her leg jerked next to him. He had to stifle a laugh.
He pressed again. Her leg jerked again.
“Warren, what are you doing?”
He glanced up at her. She was up on her elbows and glancing down at him. Those bright eyes were now glassy and heavy-lidded with lust. A gorgeous pink dashed across her high cheekbones, and her hair was even more mussed, probably from her thrashing her head on the pillow.
“Making you come,” he mumbled, sucking hard on her clit at the same time he pressed up on her G-spot again.
Her eyes flew open wide. “God, b-but … ”
“Just give in to it, Silver. Don’t fight the pleasure.”
He drew his finger out of her ass and gently, carefully pushed in a second. She gasped and fell back down against the pillows with a drawn out, “Oh God.”
He drew her clit into him and sucked hard. She arched up into his mouth, demanding more. He gave her more. His fingers pumped her ass, and the other ones pressed up hard on her G-spot.
“I … ” she whispered. “I’m going to come. Fuck … I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” he said, sending a light buzz against her clit as he spoke. He adjusted his angle on her G-spot and pushed up harder. Her cleft tightened around him, and she thrust up again into his face.
“I—I can’t … ”
He pushed even harder.
She gasped, clenched, bucked into his mouth and let go.
“Holy mother fucking God.” Her fingers fisted in the bed sheets as she poured out her sweet juices into his mouth and over his hands. She was gushing with each ripple of her body as the orgasm took hold. And it just continued to go. The harder he pressed on her G-spot, the harder she came and the louder she cried. He gently moved his fingers in her ass and slid them in and out. She moaned and churned on the bed in pleasure. He drew circles around her clit with his tongue. She swore under her breath and arched her back. She just kept coming. The harder he pressed, the deeper he sucked, the more she came. A glorious sight to behold.
And then, finally, she flopped back down to the bed, a long breathy sigh escaping her parted lips. She went boneless beneath him, and everything relaxed all at once. Her eyes were closed, so he didn’t bother hiding his smile as he pushed himself up off the bed and went to the washroom. He returned a few moments later to find her in the exact same place he’d left her—naked and gorgeous in his bed.
He was hard as a fucking rock again, and her sweet body lying in his sheets like that made him want to get lost in her for the entire day. Every day.
He climbed back onto the bed.
Slowly, one beautiful gray eye opened. “Hey.” Her smile was placid and serene, completely and utterly content.
He couldn’t control the smile that erupted on his own face. “Hey.”
“What was it that you did … down there?”
“You mean down under?” He chuckled.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Did you like it?”
She closed her eyes again and nodded, continuing to smile. “Mhmm.” Her entire body stretched like a satisfied cat in the sun. Her perfect breasts pushed up to the ceiling, and her toes curled as she made a sweet little squeal at the back of her throat.
“I just did what I thought you’d like. Pressed on your G-spot and made you come hard.”
She opened her eyes again. “Well, I did. So, job well done.”
“Gold star, Miss Belle?”
“Gold star, A-plus, five out of five.”
Grinning like an idiot, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up and over him, forcing her to drape her lithe body out on top of him. She spread her legs and wriggled, grinding her pussy against his cock.
“So, Miss Belle, what would you like to do today?”
Leaning forward, she nipped his chin. “More of this?”
Inhaling from the flash of pain from her teeth, he reached around and pinched her butt. She yelped before biting him harder. Growling, he shackled her hands in his, rocked them three times to gain enough momentum and then rolled them over so he was on top. She was giggling now. More music to his ears. And that smile … it really was brighter than the sun and something he wanted to see more of.
“You’re playing with fire, Miss Belle,” he said with a chuckle, levering himself up over her.
Her face sobered. “Kiss me.”
Warren blinked, his smile falling.
“We haven’t even kissed yet, did you know that? A little Pretty Woman-esque, don’t you think?”
Fuck! He’d done this all wrong. How could he have been such a moron as to not even kiss her last night? Had he been too caught up in making her forget her day? Yeah, probably. And now she felt like a prostitute. Fuck! Swallowing hard, but not wanting to come off flustered or uncool, he leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against hers. “Is that so?”
Her tongue darted up and grazed the seam of his lips. “Mhmm. I want it all, Warren. All bets are off. Carte blanche until you fly home.”
His cock jumped. She shimmied against him.
“I want all of you,” he said softly, brushing his lips against hers. “Every beautiful inch.”
She parted her mouth, whispering against his, “It’s yours.”
Then he took her mouth, devouring her, consuming her, thrusting his tongue inside and exploring. She welcomed him in, swirling her tongue around his, sucking on it with her lips the way she had his cock. Fuck, the woman could kiss. Moaning against him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed up, her wet heat tempting him.
He released one of her hands and brought his palm down to her breast, cupping it and feeling the firm weight of it in his fingers. Her nipples could cut glass, and as much as he was loving kissing her, he wanted the sweet bud in his mouth, too.
He was about to duck his head and do just that when a faint ringing sound from the bathroom broke the moment, and instead both their heads swiveled toward the sound.
“Your phone?”
She nodded. “I think so.”
He pushed himself off her and stood up, his erection once again painful inside his shorts. He couldn’t control himself, and his gaze fell to the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was pink and glistening with arousal. She was just as turned on as he was. Smiling coyly at him, she rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom, returning seconds later with the phone to her ear.
“Yes, Dad, I’m fine … I just didn’t want to be around people.” Warren lifted an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes. “I mean people who were at the wedding and would look at me with nothing but pity on their faces. I checked into a hotel downtown. … No, Dad, I’m not telling you which one. I just need some space, okay?”
Warren wandered over to the nightstand and snatched his own phone off the charger. Then he went to the task of looking for a restaurant that served up a good breakfast and delivered.
“I’m going to stay here for a few days. I need to figure things out, figure out my future. … Yes, I’m moving out of the apartment. I can’t live there anymore. … Yes, I have time. They’re on my honeymoon. I’ll go there later in the week and pack up all my stuff. … I don’t know right now. Maybe home for a bit? Maybe crash with Ky. I haven’t thought that far … I thought it was getting renovations? You said something about a new roof.”
Warren watched as Silver pouted and then nodded in thought. She was cute when she was thinking hard.
“Yeah, that might work out well. Thanks, Dad. I’ll see if Calvin needs any help at the studio.”
Warren found a restaurant called The Plaid Badger that seemed to have great reviews, as well as a delivery option, and brought up their menu. He’d wait and ask Silver what she wanted, but by the looks of things, he was getting special number three—a coronary on a plate.
Silver caught his eyes and gave him an apologetic smile. He simply shrugged. Her father had to be worried about her; it was completely understandable. His mother would have been doing the same.
“All right, Dad. I’ll call you in a few days. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m okay. Better I found out now than before we’d had kids or after we’d been married for ten years or something, right?” Her laugh was forced, and Warren would bet her father’s on the other end was, too. “We’ll get Trent to pay you back for the wedding, too. I promise. … Okay, bye, Dad. I love you.” She hung up and turned to face him. “Sorry about that. I had it on temporary ‘Do not disturb.’ Must have turned itself back to ‘available’ just now.” She glanced at her phone again. “Forty-two text messages, eighteen missed calls and a full voicemail inbox.” She shook her head. “So much for asking for space.”
Warren smiled. “They’re worried about you.”
She let out a huff and tossed her phone on the bed. Mindlessly, Warren grabbed it and plugged it into his charger. She was probably down to ten percent battery life.
“I know,” she started, “sucks having people that love and care about you. That are concerned for your well-being and such.”
Warren grinned. “Totally.” He passed her his phone. “Hungry?”
She took it from him and glanced at the screen. “Famished. Someone, I’m not going to say who, had me up nearly all night. Orgasms are exhausting.”
He was on her before she knew what was happening, pinning her beneath him again. She squealed and giggled, her hair flying all around her face and landing in a beautiful golden fan on the pillow behind her. “There’s more where that came from, angel.” He grabbed the phone from her hand. “But first, we eat. Need to refuel. Need fuel to fuck.”
Laughing, she turned her head to see the screen. “Mmm, Special number seven sounds hearty and filling. I bet I could go all day after eating that.”
Growling, he tossed the phone to the empty side of the bed and tackled her mouth with his. Fuck, she was the perfect woman. Too bad he only had her for two more days. But he was going to make the most of those two days.
