Page 31 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
It was all she said before she started to suck his cock back inside.
Hunter swallowed heavily. Fuck. Given the way she was working his erection, he’d say that ending was a foregone conclusion. Worst part was it wasn’t going to take long. Hunter started counting heads of cattle in his mind, trying to prolong her sweet torment, but it didn’t help.
He reached for her, stroking her hair, whispering words of jumbled nonsense—all his overwrought brain could manage.
“So pretty. God, Annie. Jus’ like that. Fuck me. So fucking—Fuckme.” Somehow his crazy talk seemed to stoke her own needs. He watched her use her free hand to grasp her breast, pinching the nipple hard.
The added visual fueled his arousal and he was lost. He gripped her face. “Gotta come. Gotta—” They were the only words he managed before his cock erupted. Annie didn’t pull away. Instead she took each drop as her reward, swallowing until he was spent.
Hunter’s head, which he’d lifted at some point to watch her, fell back against the blanket. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, but he didn’t have the strength to wipe it away. His heart pounded so hard he feared it would burst.
Annie moved, coming to lie beside him once more. Hunter turned to face her, gripping her hip and pressing her against his now flaccid cock. He kissed her, long and deep. She’d just rocked his world.
She wiggled against him, trying to find a bit of satisfaction of her own. Hunter broke the kiss, reaching down to unfasten her shorts.
“Hunter,” she whispered.
“Shh. Your turn.” Annie hadn’t bothered removing his pants; instead she’d simply grasped what she wanted. He followed suit.
Pressing his finger against her clit, he marveled at how wet she was. Most women treated blowjobs like a nasty bit of foreplay they merely endured. That didn’t appear to be true for Annie. Her nipples were pebbled, poking through her t-shirt, and her cunt was soaking wet and hot as the summer sun. Hunter shoved his entire hand deeper into her shorts, cupping her mound.
Annie moaned, applying her own pressure, pushing against him for more. Curving his hand, he thrust two fingers inside, pumping them fast and deep. Annie responded like a sprinter to a starter gun. Her hips picked up the rhythm of his fingers.
Her eyes drifted closed. Hunter watched a pretty pink hue paint her cheeks. She was a blusher—when embarrassed or hot or in the throes of sex. He’d never thought a mere shade of color could be such a fucking turn-on.
“I want to watch you come.”
Tit for tat. Annie had made her request. Now he made his.
She blinked, her gaze finding his for only a moment before her lids closed once more.
“Yes,” she whispered. Then, like him, her words were jarred loose. Driven by pure lust and need, she seemed to disengage, releasing control of her thoughts, just as his had. Annie was his kind of lover. Her dirty demands were the stuff of his wet dreams.
“Harder! God, Hunter. Go faster. I need…deep. Three.”
He added another finger, stretching her tight pussy even more. Annie liked it rough. Christ. So did he. Her body stiffened only a second before her muscles clenched against him. He didn’t let up, didn’t cease until he’d wrung every beautiful spasm, shiver and shudder out of her.
Only when her climax subsided did he soften his thrusts. Slowly, he dragged his fingers out. Annie didn’t move for several moments, giving Hunter time to study her pretty face. When she’d first arrived, she’d been pale, with dark circles under her eyes. He’d blamed travel for that tiredness, but after hearing about her life in New York, he suspected perhaps that was her natural state. As the days passed, he’d watched the tension around her eyes and mouth lessen. Her skin had darkened with the sun, a few cute freckles appearing on her nose and cheeks.
Right now, as she lay boneless, replete, she looked healthy, relaxed. Beautiful.
Finally Annie’s eyes opened, her gaze finding his. Neither of them spoke as she rolled to face him. He was reminded of lying with her like this in his bed as she stroked his cock. It was a new position for him, but it was suddenly his favorite. Lying close to her, watching her expressive blue eyes, sharing her air, knowing he could reach out and touch her anywhere, at anytime. It was as close to heaven as he’d ever come.
“Thank you,” she whispered after several silent moments.
His mouth twisted into a crooked grin and he wiggled his eyebrows. “For what?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Well, for that,” she gestured to her lower body, “but also for the last few days. I’d sort of hit a wall at home. Hit a point where I just couldn’t take one more step. I feel stronger now.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad.”
“Did you know yesterday was Thanksgiving? Or, well…today. God. The stupid time difference is so confusing.”
He shook his head. “That’s one of your American holidays, right?”
She nodded. “Yep. Usually families get together for a big meal and to take a moment to say what they’re thankful for.”
