Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (30 page)

Yes, that’s right, his cock was a magic stick.

I usually have to work for my orgasms, will myself to come with my mind but I’m mindless right now, barely able to move and on the verge of coming again.

He pressed his lips to mine quickly, taking my hands and pinning them over my head as he rotated his hips and pushed as deep as he could go. I felt myself clench around him, my legs tightening around his waist as I tried to free my hands only for him to slam them against the mattress again. He buried his head in my neck and groaned my name as he came.

Breathless, sweaty, and sated we remained entwined in one another. It was bliss. Something I vowed to remember when it all went to shit. He slowly lifted himself from me, withdrawing his cock before flipping over onto his back, wincing as his back hit the mattress.

“Your mattress sucks, Kitten,” he complained. “Tomorrow we’re going shopping,” he added as he raised his arm and stretched it over my head. “Come cuddle with me.”

“I never pegged you to be one for cuddles,” I teased, as I moved closer to him.

“Yeah, didn’t peg the girl next door to be a wildcat in the bedroom either,” he replied, wrapping his arm around me. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

That was for sure.

“Christ, your feet are like icicles,” he said, lifting himself slightly to cover us.

“My feet are always cold,” I replied, as I snuggled against him. He threw his leg over mine in what I think was an attempt to warm me. We remained silent for a few moments, my head resting on his chest as he lazily stroked my shoulder.

“I was worried about you,” I admitted in the dark.

“Nothing to be worried about,” he said automatically.

I traced my finger along one of the red marks on his chest wishing I could believe him, knowing I couldn’t.

The best thing about getting your ass kicked by a bunch of crazy fucks is coming home to your girl and having great sex. It made up for my body feeling as if I had been hit by a Mack truck. I rolled over and reached for Kitten, hoping she’d be up for another ride on the “Riggs Express,” but my hands grabbed air instead of titty.
      

I would have to talk to her about that. There were few things I required, at the top of the list was; no creeping out of bed without chomping down the morning wood. Major no-no.

I glanced down at my dick. Poor guy. I wrapped my hand around the length, giving it a slow pull as I pictured Kitten’s mouth wrapped around it, her eyes peering up at me from the rim of her glasses.

She didn’t wear them last night but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I barely looked at anything but her tits and her pussy. That fucking pussy was sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. I could eat her twenty-four seven and never crave anything else. It wasn’t such a bad idea, living off Kitten’s pussy, at least I know I’d die happy.

My dick was harder than steel, all this talk about Lauren’s pussy and I was sitting here with my hand wrapped around my cock. Fuck that, I climbed out of bed to find me some of the real thing. I didn’t bother with clothes as I took my fine ass into the living room, spotting Lauren in the kitchen with her back toward me.

My plan was to sneak up on her, press myself up against her before I picked her up and laid her out on top of the counter. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and eating Lauren would be the breakfast of champions.

She turned around, holding a mug in her hands and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw me.

“You scared me!” She cried, as she set the coffee mug on the counter and stared at me. “You’re naked,” she accused.

“Yeah and you’re not,” I said, drawing my eyebrows together. “Why is that?” I’m pretty sure my lip curled as I locked eyes with the cock blocking pajama pants and t-shirt she was wearing.

“I…well…I figured,” she stammered, nervously pushing her glasses further onto the bridge of her nose as I started for her.

“You figured…” I coaxed, closing the distance between us as I pressed my dick against her thigh and took hold of her hips.

“I figured it’d be like last time,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine, challenging me to deny her words.

I lifted her up, turning around and placing her on the counter. I had no idea what she was talking about and rather than trying to figure it out I decided to have breakfast. She gasped at first as I pulled off her pajamas with my teeth and then she laughed. I loved Kitten’s laugh.

“Riggs, wait!” She protested, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I buried my face between her tits. I teased one perfect nipple before wreaking havoc on the other one.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

She giggled again as I worked my mouth down her stomach, pausing for a second, realizing that my kid was inside of her, just hanging out while Kitten took care of him.

So, fucking lucky.

“Riggs, seriously, hang on a minute,” she said as she cupped my face and tilted my head back so I was looking at her. “What are we doing?”

“Right now? You’re stopping me from making you come,” I pointed out, licking my lips for extra emphasis.

“I mean besides that.”

“Kitten, you’re losing me,” I groaned, trying to rub myself against something…anything.

“You’re not going to ignore me and pretend like I don’t exist again?” She blurted the question, forcing me to give up on humping her leg and stare at her as if she had lost her marbles.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she warned. “Last time, you completely blew me off, and that’s fine, you’re not into repeats, okay, but that was before there was Pea,” she explained.

Repeats.

No, I rarely did them.

And after the last time, I pulled away and turned my back on her because I wasn’t a man who stuck with one woman. I wasn’t the boyfriend type and wasn’t ready for an old lady. I wasn’t about that life.

But here we are.

And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

No other girl I want.

I still wasn’t about that life but a part of me wanted to be.

For Kitten.

For Pea.

I might not have my shit together, fuck, if I’m being honest my life resembles a fifteen year old kid who knocked up his high school sweetheart and just got jumped by a pack of thugs—but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I owned my adolescent situation.

I owned Lauren.

And I owned Pea.

“Give me back my pants,” she demanded.

“What do you want? You want me to go carve our names into a tree? Because I’m not about that—where I come from I give you my colors, you become my old lady and I’m not ready for that yet. To be fair, I don’t think you are either but I’m here, and I’ll keep being here because I want to be, because I want to see where this goes, and not just because of Pea but because of you. So, fuck labels, that’s a bunch of bullshit anyway, let’s just be who we are,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning into her. “Be my Kitten and I’ll keep being your Tiger,” I rasped.

“You ever call me an old lady I might kick you in the balls,” she said, as she brought her hands to my face. “I really want to be your Kitten,” she whispered.

“So then let me show you how much of a Tiger I can be,” I growled, my lips curving as she threw her head back and laughed.

That laugh.

God, I was fucked.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and hopped off the counter before standing on her tip toes. Her nose nuzzled my ear as her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass.

“Let’s go Tiger, make me purr,” she whispered against my ear, slapping my ass before she took my hand and pulled me toward the couch.

I watched as she spun around, her smile contagious as she worked her t-shirt over her head, throwing it onto the floor before she pushed me down onto the couch. I loved that she was so confident, that she took charge and showed me what she wanted.

She straddled me, rubbing herself against my cock as she held onto my shoulders.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

I was all about pleasing her so I leaned in to close my mouth over hers, but the tease she was, pulled back. I went at her again, but again she moved that mischievous smile away from me. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me, crashing my mouth over hers, capturing her, claiming her. I fucked her mouth, mimicking the way I’d fuck her pussy, promising my cock would give it to her the way my tongue did.

She moaned into my mouth as I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. My fingers itched to tease that cunt of hers, to dip them into that pussy and pull them back, to suck her juice from my fingers and get drunk on her taste alone.

It used to be tequila that made my head spin, now it was Lauren.

“Riggs,” she panted. I don’t know if my name on her lips sounded like a prayer she wished for or the answer to all of mine.

“Yeah, baby,” I said, taking her lower lip between my teeth. “Tell me what you want,” I growled.

“I want to feel you, all of you…everywhere…now,” she cried, pulling away and raising herself so she was lined up with my cock. I gripped her hips and arched my back, slamming her down onto my cock, rough and hard.

I kept one hand steady on her hip easing her up and down on my cock as she cupped her tits, her thumbs working her rigid nipples.

Thatta’ girl, work those tits.

Get those nipples like rocks, give me something to suck on, something to bite.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, as she quickened her pace, rotating her hips before she lifted herself off my cock. “Not yet,” she panted. “Not fucking yet.” She crawled off my lap, onto the floor and grabbed my cock with her hand as she peered up at me from the fringe of her lashes.

Sexiest fucking woman I ever had.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me deep into her mouth.

Holy fucking shit.

“You like the way you taste, don’t you?” I growled, as she sucked the head of my cock, her tongue twirling around it, licking off the moisture covering it from being deep inside of her. Her hands moved to cup my balls as she pulled me from her mouth, her tongue taking a long sweep along the length of my dick. She wrapped her other hand around my shaft, lifting it so her mouth could replace the hand that cupped my balls and she took one sac into her mouth.

Every thought vanished from my head as I thrust my dick into her hand.

Talk about owning shit. Lauren owned me right then and there. She didn’t even realize how she claimed me, ruining me for any other woman with that mouth of hers. That perfect fucking mouth.

Kitten gave good head.

Phenomenal head.

I take it back.

I’ll go carve our names in every fucking tree in Central Park.

Right after I come in her mouth.

“Shit, Kitten, I’m going to come,” I barked, as she jerked my cock one last time before dropping it. I think I whimpered, maybe I sobbed, but I didn’t come.

She licked her lips, shaking her head as she stood up.

“Not yet, Tiger, not until you bend me over and fuck me from behind,” she ordered. “Now where’s it gonna be big boy? Over the couch or on the floor?” She panted.

Kitten was going to kill me.

But it definitely wasn’t a bad way to go.

“On the floor,” I hissed, moving off the couch on wobbly legs. My dick throbbing. I worried if I didn’t get the fuck inside her I was going to combust. She laid down on the floor, rolling over onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder.

“I’m waiting,” she reminded me, lifting her hips and spreading her legs just enough so I could see her pink, swollen flesh beckoning. I got down on my knees, sinking my teeth into one cheek of that perfect ass perched high in the air.

She yelped.

“It’s time I call the shots, Kitten,” I ground out, slapping her ass and bending my head to allow my tongue one lap along her pussy. I should tease her, make her beg for it but I’d just be torturing myself. I took my time though, appreciating the view and ran my hands over the slope of her back. She glanced over her shoulder at me as I leaned over and took a fistful of her hair.

“Gonna fuck you hard, think you can handle it?” I asked, pressing my mouth to the back of her neck.

“Try me,” she replied.

Dead.

But this was the sweetest Heaven I’d ever know.

She lifted her hips, urging me to enter, and that broke my resolve.

It was on. I knew it and she knew it too.

She laid her palms flat against the floor, bracing herself as I drove my cock deep inside her tight heat. I lost control, forgot about everything. All that mattered was filling her over and over again. She panted, she cried, and swore on everything holy and me? I fucked her like my life depended on it.

I was wild and reckless as I pounded her, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. It was rough, and I made no apologies about it. But Kitten didn’t need apologies, she needed more, more of my cock, more of my vulgar mouth that whispered how sweet her cunt was, more of me. She took everything I gave her and begged for more. When she screamed out my name and thanked God, I knew I had met my match.