“What’ll you do if I don’t listen, big man?”
His smile was predatory.
“Say it and find out.”
His challenge was clear and I didn’t know if I had the guts to accept it and meet him head on. Part of me wasn’t sure if I could handle what he would do to me, the other part wanted everything he threw my way. Without another thought, I leaned up on my tiptoes, brushed my nose against his, flicked my tongue over his lips and whispered, “Risk.”
I screamed with laughter when he bent down, gripped the back of my thighs and not so gently threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I smacked his bum and he returned the favour by smacking mine twice, and twice as hard too. I hissed a breath when he turned his head and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my exposed waist. He slapped my behind again. I sucked in a breath when we entered my bedroom and I was suddenly falling through the air before my back bounced against my mattress.
“You couldn’t have given me a warning?”
I laughed again when Risk hopped on top of me, nuzzled his clothed hips between my parted, bare thighs. I still wore my work skirt but with one swipe of Risk’s hand, it was zipped down and pulled from my body, thrown somewhere in the room. Risk’s lips went to my neck, but they didn’t stay there for long. When he trailed his way to my mouth, I was already in a pool of bliss. Just being here like this with him was enough to make me happy.
My body, however, wanted, needed, more from him.
“That laugh,” Risk breathed against my mouth. “It’s still the same.”
I lifted my hands to his head. Where my fingers once tangled in hair they now brushed against the shaved sides of his head. I moved my hands to the strip of braided hair that moved from the top of his head all the way to the base of his neck.
“This hair-style,” I flicked my tongue against his lips. “Is very different.”
Risk snorted. “Not a fan?”
I hummed. “I prefer having something to hold onto.”
“Oh, really?” he growled. “Naughty girl.”
It was unfair that he could make sounds like that with his throat. Those raspy, sexy sounds were enough to undo a woman. His voice . . . it made me weak for him.
“Your naughty girl,” I told him. “Every naughty thing I think of has you at its centre.”
Risk brought his mouth to mine and his teeth nipped my lips.
“Tell me what you imagine me doing to this body.” It wasn’t a request, but an order. “Tell me every dirty thought you’ve had of me, Cherry. I want to hear it all.”
Christ, I was already shaking and he had barely touched me yet.
“I dream of you licking and sucking on my clit,” I told him, feeling bold, brave and everything in-between. “Your hands palming my tits while you feast on me.”
“That sounds delicious,” Risk hummed. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
Frantically, I bobbed my head. His grin was dangerous.
“Beg me.”
“Risk.”
“Nuh-uh. Beg me, Cherry.”
“Please,” I pleaded. “Suck my cunt. Make me come.”
He hissed at my choice of words. He began to undress and I helped him. I was desperate to feel his hard, naked body flush against mine. When there was nothing but air between our heated bodies. God, I ached in the best way possible.
“Baby.” I licked my lips. “You’re so sexy.”
“That’s funny.” His eyes rolled over my form. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”
“Risk.” My body trembled. “Please, I’m aching for you.”
He lowered down and brought his mouth below my belly button.
“You want a little kiss?”
“Yes.”
“I better make it a good one.”
I expected him to trail kisses down my pubic bone, then for him to tease me some, but he did none of that. He spread my legs wide, my pussy lips parted on their own with the movement and without a word, Risk zeroed in on my throbbing clit. I made a sound between a scream and a gasp for breath. Risk was the last person to go down on me. It had been over nine long years since I felt the flick of a hot, wet tongue on my flesh and Christ did I miss it.
So g-good.
“Oh my god,” I shouted. “Yes, yes. I’m already gonna come, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
“Say my name.”
“Risk!”
“Come all over my mouth.” His fingers bit into the flesh of my thighs. “Let me hear you scream, Cherry.”
I became sensation. Risk alternated between licking and sucking my clit and I had to remind myself to breathe. I couldn’t keep my body in one place on the mattress; Risk had to pin my hips down with his arms as he tongued me into a never-ending pool of bliss.