Page 16 of Not Your Romeo
“You could have asked me to set it there,” I pointed out, my breath teasing the hair where it fell over her shoulder.
“Maybe I wanted to inspire you to take Henny’s advice.” There was a smile in her tone, but she didn’t look at me as she said it. She was still draped across me, teasing her glass on the table. She was tall, the shirt coming to rest high on her upper thighs.
I wasn’t expecting her playfulness or such an invitation. While my brain momentarily stunned at the idea, my cock had no such objections. It twitched beneath her, reminding me that I hadn’t seen anything that ripe sprawled out for me since before my first deployment. I trailed my hand up the back of her knee and rubbed the back of her thigh.
I swigged and studied the curve of her ass like it was one of the world’s wonders. When the shirt slowly started rolling up toward that curve I was twice as captivated. Her skin was perfectly sun kissed, and when she bared that beautiful backside there were no tan lines to be detected.
This was definitely not Jolene’s bitter frame stretched across me, but an eager Spring thing.
“God, you’re beautiful, Ro.” I admired running my hand upward until I was balancing an asscheek in my palm.
“I knew I’d make you religious one way or another,” she murmured, finally peeking over her shoulder with a grin.
I grunted and slapped her ass hard enough to make her back arch. The muscle beneath my hand clenched protectively. I massaged the area apologetically and she pressed back into my touch.
“I might concede to worshipping you, but that still doesn't make me no papist.” I slid my hand up her spine, snagged her by the hair and hauled her up for a kiss.
She was ready for it. Our mouths warred until her tongue began to tease and taunt in an exquisite little dance with mine.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, when I came up for air.
Her hips rolled against my lap, that perky ass of hers wiggling in a plea of its own. I slid my hand up her back, taking the shirt upward until it was tangled beneath her armpits and her breasts were spilling out the bottom.
A contented purr sounded from my lap. It erupted in a lustful whimper, when I gripped her hair again and made her look at me. She had the bluest eyes, they were so lively, almost electric with that glistening edge to them. They were needy crystals, if I ever stared into any.
“Show me,” I quietly murmured.
“Anything,” She huffed, her hips still subtly squirming. Her breath caught when she finally connected with my cock, and she made a little whine as she ground at it through my jeans.
“That what you want, Ro?” I teased her.
“I want you to make me yours,” she huffed, her frustration becoming evident, as I kept that grip on her hair.
“You are mine.” I brought my beer bottle up to her mouth and teased it against her lower lip. “Now show me how you’re gonna wear that smart little mouth of yours out when I’m done back there.”
Her eyes locked with mine, and I swear that girl stared straight into my soul and smirked, before her tongue snaked out and curled around the lip of the bottle. I felt the tug and gripped the bottle tighter, when she used that tongue and her talents to draw it deeper into her mouth. Her lips hugged the glass as she made more of it disappear, the contents of the bottle lapping inside the container while I subtly countered the angle to keep from drowning her.
That was something I could have watched all fucking day, but my jeans were getting uncomfortable.
Goddamn it.
I jerked her head back, and the bottle dislodged with a pop that left her staring up at me again.
“Good girl,” I cooed. “Now, take a nip for bravery and let's get your medicine.”
Her lust-drunk eyes slowly blinked as I brought the bottle back and poured some between her lips. It trickled along the side of her mouth and down her chin, and she started to pull away.
I held her firm and snapped, “Eyes.”
They widened as her attention scrambled back to my face where she fixed her gaze.
“You like that tone, hm?” I smiled, while her cheeks subtly turned pink with my reminder. I leaned in like I was about to tell her the mother of all secrets, dropping my voice just a smidge, “Guess what, sugar? I like your obedience to it.”
Her face flushed full scarlet, and she swallowed hard.
“Look at me,” I demanded, dropping the bass in my voice again, “And don’t stop swallowing until I tell you to.”
Those beautiful blues locked on me and widened while I made her take the rest of the beer. I stroked her hair and back while she obeyed, murmuring compliments all the while.
