“What’s wrong?” I couldn’t keep the concern from my voice.
She draped an arm over her eyes. “Nothing.”
“This doesn’t work if you don’t talk to me, Bristol.” My forehead dropped onto her thigh.
A muffled groan sounded from above, followed by several deep breaths. “Fine. You’re really gonna make me say it?”
Frustrated, I huffed, “I don’t even know what ‘it’ is.”
“I have my period, okay?”
“So?” I didn’t see the problem.
“So?” Incredulous, she repeated my question. “So, I would think it would be obvious why you can’t go down on me tonight.”
Shoving the hem of her T-shirt higher until her belly was exposed, I asked, “Why not? You clearly have the situation handled since you’re not wearing panties and the sheets don’t resemble a crime scene. Plus, I’ve heard orgasms are great for relieving cramps.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” Bristol muttered.
“Is that you giving me the green light? Because it could go either way.”
“I—” She paused for a second, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. “I don’t think I can be quiet enough. And I’m not really in the mood to have more underwear shoved inside my mouth.”
“Are you out of excuses yet? Because I have the perfect gag for you tonight.” I flashed her a wicked grin.
Bristol sighed, her blue eyes peeking down at me for the first time since explaining that she was on her period. “You seriously want to do this?”
I placed a kiss over her mound, another over her belly, then I dropped one over her racing heart as I climbed up her body. When I brought my face even with hers, I made sure she could see the sincerity in my eyes as I said, “Baby, I would die for the taste of your pussy. I need you to know that.”
Her breathing hitched, and the blue of her eyes was rapidly replaced with black as her pupils dilated, giving away that she wanted me to bury my face between her legs as much as I did.
“You make it really hard to say no when you talk like that,” Bristol forced out between pants as my fingers dove back into the heat between her thighs.
My lips lingered over the pulse point fluttering at the base of her throat before trailing a path along the curve of her neck. Her back arched as soft moans filtered into the air.
When I reached her ear, I whispered huskily, “Kinda what I was counting on.”
She hummed, which was the closest thing I was going to get to consent, as she was already lost to lust. If she said no again or asked me to stop, I would, but for now, it would seem she was ready and willing to give herself over to the pleasure I promised.
I began to move down her body once more, but she halted me by gripping my hardened cock. Her soft hand gave a firm tug, and I thrust into it, groaning. I should have known my little hellcat wouldn’t go down without a fight.
When my head dropped against her breast, she purred, “How about this? I take care of your little problem here”—she slipped inside my boxer briefs, squeezing my cock skin to skin—“and we call it a night.”
Rearing back, I scoffed. “Little?” The woman couldn’t even get her fingers all the way around my girth, for crying out loud.
Bristol rolled her eyes. “What do you want me to say?” Her voice took on the breathy quality of a porn star. “Oh, Maddox. You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in real life. Please let me put it in my mouth until I’m gagging around it.”
Even aroused out of my mind, I chuckled. She was amazing, bringing levity to my life when outside forces had threatened to crush my spirit. I never wanted to live another day without her by my side. Even if she wasn’t ready to accept that inevitability yet, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was the person I was always meant to find. Just never expected it to be in a karaoke bar, of all places.
“Baby, it’s like you read my mind.” I tugged her nipple between my teeth.
“I did?” Bristol quickly covered her confusion with confidence. “Of course I did. Glad you’ve finally come to your senses.”
Yeah, she was in for a big surprise. I still fully intended to drink my fill of her delicious pussy, but she needed a gag and I came equipped with one, as she’d so eloquently pointed out.
Laying back, I rested both hands beneath my head, assuming the position for her to blow me. Blue eyes flaring, she licked her lips and crawled backward on her knees until she was positioned between my open thighs. Tugging my underwear low enough that I could kick them aside, she brought her mouth to hover over my cock.
I allowed myself exactly one second to enjoy the tight, wet suction before tensing my abs and sitting up. My hands anchored on her hips and lifted them, swiveling her body until her pussy landed right on my face, as I’d intended from the start. I was lowering myself back onto the bed when the surprise of my actions finally caught up to Bristol, and she wrenched her mouth off my dick and whipped her head around to face me.
