Stone: At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1) (27 page)

Hard enough to tear through cloth, I gritted my teeth, beating my head against the wall. She went for the arrowed indent of muscle to the left of my pelvis with long, deep strokes of her tongue and scrapes of her teeth. Goose bumps erupted on my skin, radiating from every place she touched. My dick slapped against my hip inside my pants. Awkward angle for such a massive hard-on, but I didn
’t care.

Goddamn.
Leelee wasn’t anywhere near to sucking my cock, but racing heat scorched the small of my back. It hit the dam of muscle between my ass and nads, pooled in my balls and made my shaft bulge even more.

I gripped her head in both hands, greedy for more. Pulling her up, I crushed my mouth to her swollen lips. I drowned her protest with my tongue, taking hers inside and hungrily sucking it.

With my lips against her ear, I rasped, “Get your fine ass on my desk, right now.”

I smacked her rump when she turned, hurrying her along. I couldn
’t last much longer. I was definitely coming inside her pussy, but first I needed to eat her out. Lifting her onto the desk, I planted her down harder than I meant to.

“
Hips up, babe.”

She held herself up, and I
rucked that fuck-hot tight skirt all the way to her waist.
Yeah.
Panties bared, legs falling open, she stayed still, her eyes on me. All for me. My own sexy Leelee Songchild playground with a tiny scrap of pale yellow, see-through material between her legs.

Whisking her panties down, I didn
’t give a fuck where they landed because they’d probably end up in my pocket later. I spread her thighs with my hands high enough to skim the wet, warm delta between. I bent over and put my mouth right on her, not subtle, not a Lothario, nothing more than need.

Heaven, she tasted like heaven. Floral, smooth, her fiery curls tickling my nose. Wet, wet motherfucking amen heaven. I was distantly aware when one hand grabbed my hair and two pointy heels stabbed my shoulders. Good pain.
The best pain. Tongue inside, circling around, gathering moisture, sucking it down. My lips opened wide, French kissing her cunt, always a suck or nibble or drag across her clit. Her moans filled my ears, her thighs trembled beneath my hands and I went so far down on her I wanted to take up permanent residence in her beautiful pussy. The second her passage squeezed around my tongue and the two fingers I pressed inside, I grinned against her. I gentled, murmuring about how good she tasted. How perfect she was.

M
y voice gone, my tongue coated with everything that was her, I kissed all over her shoulders and neck.

Leelee dropped one finger between her legs. My eyes followed. I was
gonna come if she pushed that finger inside herself. Her voice—low, velvety, strained—brought me back to her mouth. “Fuck my tits.”

“
What?” Screw it, I was gonna come from that thought alone.

She unzipped the back of her dress.

Fantasy, Life, Leelee, Love.

On top of my desk.
I’d never get any work done here again.

I pulled the top down, yanking the lacy, fragile cups of her bra low too. She laughed when something ripped. Her tits spilled into my hands. Velvety domes, tight and high nipples, the same shade as her saucy mouth. Then they were inside my mouth. Making her sleek and slippery, I licked everywhere. My cock was going to explode, and then I was
gonna die.

Stepping back, I lowered my pants to the top of my thighs. My cock jutted up my stomach. She turned lengthwise on my desk,
her hair falling to the floor. She pressed her breasts together to create a deep chasm.

Holy fuckin
’ hell.

Guess I didn
’t need to ask twice.

I hoisted myself onto the desk, my knees spread beside her. One hand beside her head, the other curled around the base of my dick, I lowered my groin. Sliding inside the slickened clasp of her tits, I swore when Leelee bucked beneath me. The tip of my cock butted her chin. She lifted her head, licked her lips,
licked me. I slid away, leaving her gasping. Throbbing inside the silky mounds of her breasts, veins standing out in my arms and on my shaft, I slid back inside the satiny heat. She sucked the head, loudly slurping every drop of moisture from me. Faster, grinding against her, I grabbed her neck to hold her up.  At every touch of her mouth, I grunted as sweat trickled down my back.

I rutted against her a few more times, holding her by her tits, pinching her nipples. My head fell forward and I dragged backward, off
her, away from the desk.

Barely able to speak, I
jerked her up against me. Hot wet kisses joined our mouths. Hands grasped, pulling closer, always closer.

I had to be inside her. I
tugged in rough breaths, watching her mouth, her eyes—half-mast, forest-colored. “I got tested.”

“
I beg your pardon?”

Suddenly nervous, I scratched my knuckles along my stubble.
“You know, for STDs and stuff.”

A small frown formed between her brows.
“You . . .”

“
I know, it was a little premature, but I guess I was hopeful.”
Ah shit. Shit fuck, in fact.
With my hands on my hips, half a step away from Leelee, I waited.

Tits wet and out in the open, skirt up to her waist, she sighed.

Good goin’, Stone.
First with the fucking in the office of an auto garage when I should be seducing her in a high-class hotel, and now with the
I’m clean
,
let me come inside you because you mean so much to me
strategy.

I turned away.

She grabbed my arm.

One hand went to my pants, pulling them further down, the other splayed over my heart.
“That’s the most un-romantic romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“
That gets you off?” I yanked her dress higher, loving it when she yelped.

Naughty, dirty, ready to take me raw, Leelee coiled a thigh over my hip.
“I don’t know. I haven’t tried out the goods yet.”

Her back hit the wall this time. Her legs slung over my
waist. Just a dip of my hips and I thrust inside her. A slick fist against my fast piston, I yelled with every lunge. Rough hard raunchy sex. Leelee’s dress rucked further up, her panties still dangled from one ankle behind my back. I was naked to my knees, and we went at it.

My chest, my legs, my heart burned. It all ratcheted up until I shoved her down by her h
ips, buried my face in her tits. I bit, sucked, slammed, fucked and hovered on the edge until she screamed. Wetness, heat, clamping down, Leelee’s orgasm all over my bare cock obliterated every single thought I’d ever had until I was centered solely on her. I came, and the come—hers and mine—was a hot slick sleeve
squeezing my cock. The afterburn laid waste to my muscles, shredded them in the very best way.

Catching my breath, I cradled her against me.
“I love you.”

Her head fell to my shoulder
and she gave a breathy laugh. “That’s ’cause I just let you fuck me against the wall and come inside me.”

I had the decency to be a little sheepish—thank you very fuckin
g much—but, well . . .
yeah.
I ducked my head to kiss her cheek. “Not just that, babe. For always, forever.”

Before I got the full appreciation for my vow
—which would include kisses, whispers, and love in return—I leaned a shoulder against the filing cabinet beside us . . . and the goddamn drawers full of fake cocks tipped open. Rubber dongs spilled to the floor, bouncing off the carpet.

They came up to my ankles.

Leelee shoved her face to my shoulder, helpless with laughter. And every giggle tightened her around me.

Still hard, still inside her, I cursed those dildos.
“Don’t ask. Fuckin’ jokers.”

She swiveled her hips.
“Maybe you can use them on me.”

I was ready for her again. The scent of our sex filled my nostrils.
With my forearms beneath her thighs, I lifted her higher, then dropped her hard onto me. “Why’d I do that when I got a good workin’ cock right here, babe?”

She started giving me the lap dance of my life. Her head dropped back but
she kept her glazed eyes fully on me while she fucked me slowly. “So I can suck your cock while you watch my pussy take it.”

Fuck me.
Now that had some merit.

After round two, Leelee lolled in my chair. I went for a washcloth, some water, and lunch, hurrying back.
First things first, aftercare. I dipped between her legs, smirking when she squealed, smiling when she relaxed to my touch—cleaning up after myself.

I opened a bottle of water for her and spread out my loot.
Hot pizza, all the works. Steam curled between us. The floor was our picnic table, and I fed her bites, kissing her after each one.

Her fingers brushed over my face.
“My knight in shinin’ armor.”

“
Hey, chivalry ain’t dead, babe.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

Later, I thought about work
but decided to blow it off. We had four hours before going home so Leelee could meet JJ, and I didn’t even know if she was staying yet.

Bent over my desk in the perfect invitation, she studied the calendar we
’d messed all the hell up. One finger circling September thirteenth, she said, “I veto the LolliPOP Grrrls spread.”

“
That so?” I came up behind her.

Leelee
pivoted around and pushed me back. I splatted into the chair behind me, happy as hell to be manhandled by her.

“
Yeah.” She propped the heel of one stiletto against the sensitive tendon between my groin and thigh before sliding it over my stiff cock. “That’s so.”

Holy shit. There was nothing sexier than a take-charge woman. I shoved the coveralls down. My cock pulsed and a drop of pre-come pushed from the slit, rolling onto her shoe. I closed my eyes before
I came at the sight of the pearly liquid on the shiny heel . . .

“
Done deal.”

I barely agreed before she leaned low and sucked me into her mouth.

****

Leelee and I were headed out after the afternoon of destruction in my office. It wasn
’t half as chaotic as her hotel room, but it wasn’t anywhere near neat either. This time I didn’t give a flying fuck.

We reached my Bronco where I
’d transferred her suitcases from her rental because I liked the idea of keeping her stranded at my house. Cro-Magnon? Not me. Nicky revved into the lot, his Jeep splattered in mud to the wheel wells. He hauled a trailer, on top of which sat a mangled heap of bike parts barely resembling a motorcycle. Hopping out, he sauntered over. The look he sent Leelee was probably meant to measure the possibility of her kicking him in the nuts. Satisfied with what he saw, he shrugged and pulled her into a hug.

She returned his embrace, I bumped his fist behind her back, and it was
all good—the way it was supposed to be. When he released her, I slung an arm over her shoulder, feeling like a fucking king.

Then I turned my attention to the trailer.
“The hell’s that?”

“
The beast.” He proudly patted the side of the bike.

One f
ender was dented, one missing, and the chrome pipes were corroded with flecks of rust. That was just the visible damage.

“
More like a wildebeest left rotting on the savannah, dude.”

“
Fuck and You,” Nicky said, treating me to the double bird. “I’m restoring it. I figured you wouldn’t mind me keeping it here where I can work on it, since—ya know—I help out whenever you need slave labor.”

“
Yeah, sure, whatever. Knock yourself out, man, but I seriously doubt you’re gonna get that scrap metal movin’ again.”

Leelee reclined against me, her hand flat on my stomach burning a hole through my shirt.
“Actually, it’s a 1946 Indian Chief, a fine machine. It’s not in pristine condition, for sure, but these old bastards got more life in them than any other motorcycle ever made.”

Nicky
’s mouth gaped open. Hell yes, she knew her shit.

“
I told ya she knew her way around cars, didn’t I?” I grinned.

Motion at the door of the shop stole his attention.
With his hand half-raised to wave at Ray, Nicky dropped it as a woman joined my second-in-charge outside. His mouth hung open for a second time before it snapped shut.

“
Never mind the bike. Who the hell is that?” Nicky asked.

The woman
’s head bent close to Ray’s as they studied a parts book, her sleek jet-black ponytail a huge contrast to Ray’s pale bushy hair. Her face turned in our direction, betraying not a single emotion. Nothing could be read from her eyes, the mirrored shades she wore reflecting outward.