All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 (7 page)

She helped herself to a golden ring. “Yum.”

He picked up his beer and took a few good gulps. The cool fizz worked its way down inside him.

She lifted her feet and curled her legs under her on the chair, the T-shirt pulling taut over her breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the soft fabric.

“Are you cold?” he managed to say.

“A little. I’m okay.”

He took another swallow of beer.

“Has it stopped snowing?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“Hopefully there won’t be any problems leaving tomorrow.”

He nodded slowly, but his brain was thinking that he wouldn’t mind if they were stuck in this hotel room indefinitely. With few clothes and a king-size bed and room service, he’d be good for…well, quite a while.

The fact that he wasn’t exactly eager to get to L.A. might also figure into that a little. He sighed. It had been his own idea to go. Nobody was forcing him.

“Do we need a wake-up call for the morning?” she asked.

He tried to focus. “I can set the alarm on my cell phone.”

“Oh, of course. I can do that too. Good idea. If our flight leaves at noon, we’d better leave here…when? Ten?”

“That would be good, I think.” They were only a few minutes from the airport.

He became aware that she had been pilfering more of his fries. Only a few remained. As he finished off the last bite of his hamburger, he certainly wasn’t hungry anymore. He didn’t need the damn fries. But holy hell, he wanted to carry through on his threat of punishment. The thought of her ass beneath his hands made heat simmer over his skin.

He gave her a pointed look. “You’ve eaten all my fries.”

Her eyelids lowered. “I did not.” She wiped her fingers on the paper napkins provided, her chicken burger also demolished.

“Oh yeah, you did. And you know what that means.”

She swallowed and her tongue came out to swipe over her bottom lip again. “It means I’m full now.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “So you admit it.”

Her own lips twitched. “I admit nothing. I think you ate them all. You just weren’t paying attention. You kept looking at my pussy.”

He choked on his beer.

She glanced down at her chest and made a motion toward it with her hands.

His gaze dropped to the glittery cat on the front of her shirt. “Ah. Well. Actually, it wasn’t your…cat…I was looking at.”

Her smile went siren-sultry. “No?”

Chapter Seven

“No,” Joe said. “I was looking at your nipples.” Damn if her nipples didn’t tighten even more, and pink washed up into her cheeks. “And the fact that you ate all my fries means you need to punished.”

He pushed back from the table and stood, then plucked her up out of her chair and carried her to the bed. He tossed her down, stripped off his clothes and then joined her amid tangled covers, rolling her beneath him and capturing her mouth with his, his hands fisted in her hair.

“If this is your idea of punishment,” she gasped long moments later, “I should’ve eaten your onion rings too.”

He choked on a laugh as she pushed him onto his back and wriggled on top of him. His laugh turned to a groan.

Tension built as their kisses got deeper and hotter, his dick so hard he hurt. He again rolled her, claiming the dominant position, shoving her nightie up and off over her head so he could taste her nipples, drawing them into his mouth and tugging on them until she writhed. He teased, sucking hard and deep on her breast then nibbling at the very tip, judging what she liked by her response. He moved from one breast to the other, feasting his senses on the taste of her, the feel of her on his tongue, the scent of her skin. His hand smoothed down over her abdomen and then between her legs to cup her pussy, where she was creamy wet.

He wanted to taste her there too and began to kiss his way down between her breasts, over her stomach and then shifting so he was between her legs. He lifted one leg and then got distracted by her foot, slender and graceful and tipped with those surprising, shiny, red toenails. He held it carefully and studied it, then brought it to his mouth to kiss.

He found her other foot and held them both, kissing her insteps, licking her delicate ankle bones, sucking gently on the soft spot just behind the inside of her ankle. Then he licked her toes and slowly sucked one small toe into his mouth. She quivered and he looked up at her face to find her watching, eyes heavy and heated, lips parted.

“That’s really hot,” she said in a husky voice.

“Yeah.” Christ. He paid more attention to her toes, licking and sucking until her hips shifted on the bed with needy appeal.

“Who knew my feet were such an erogenous zone.”

He so wanted to see her feet on his dick. Watching her face, he slowly lowered her feet, and, shifting again to be in a better position, he brought the soles of her feet together on his jutting cock. Her sharp intake of air had his gaze flicking back to her face, but she was just watching avidly.

With her legs spread wide, her pussy was open to him, and so fucking pretty his veins raced with scalding heat. But he returned his focus to her feet, soft on his shaft. “Christ,” he groaned. “That feels so good, and damn, watching your feet on me like that makes me damn near explode.”

She took over the movement, her feet caressing his cock, rolling it between her soles, and her top teeth sank into her bottom lip as she concentrated. She lifted a foot and pointed her toes quite amazingly and drew her big toe over his aching balls. Her toe slipped beneath and nudged him gently and sensation poured through him.

“You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he groaned. Some girls didn’t get it. He’d been kicked in the face accidentally once or twice when he’d tried to touch girls’ feet, and sucking on toes was something not everyone was into. Experience had taught him that after a bath was a better time, women not so worried about doing it when their feet were clean. Mallory was adventurous enough to go with it and seemed to be enjoying touching him like that.

“You can sure point your toes,” he managed to rasp out, watching her again trace her toes along the length of his cock.

“That’s from all the ballet lessons I took as a kid.”

“Oh. Ballet.” He could only nod as lust coiled inside him. Her toe played with his balls again.

Pressure built, fast and dark inside him and he had to move her feet away from him before he lost it. Holding her ankles, he again kissed one foot, then the other, then set them on his shoulders as he went in to eat her sweet pussy.

Her warm scent filled his head. He dragged in a deep breath, his heart pounding, and nuzzled the small patch of dark blonde curls above her slit. He’d touched her there and fucked her there, but now he got to taste her there and he began to lick, drawing his tongue up over smooth, plump lips. “Mmm. Sweet, Mallory.”

“Oh God, that’s good.”

He kissed her inner thigh, slowly opening his mouth on her skin, then moved to the other thigh before kissing his way back to her center. He nibbled the pretty pink ruffles of her inner lips and then dipped his tongue into her creamy opening. Her soft whimpers and moans filled his head, and her hands came down to thread through his hair and hold him there. He licked around her clit, and again, then finally drew his tongue over the swollen bud. Her entire body jerked and her hands tightened on his head, fingernails scraping over his scalp with a delicious pain.

He slipped a finger inside her, palm up, curving his finger to find the sensitive spot inside her, and her sharp intake of air told him when he’d found it. He massaged inside her as his tongue fluttered over her clit.

“Like that?” he murmured.

“God yes!”

Her hips lifted in needy rhythm, hands clutching his head and he backed off a little, drawing it out to again kiss and nibble, lifting his head to look down at his finger inside her. Her hands fell to the bed and gripped the sheets.

He added a second finger and worked on thrusting in and out, her plump inner muscles closing around him in tiny pulses. He stared in fascination as he finger fucked her, his gaze dropping to the perfect star of her anus. With his other hand, he slicked up some of her girl lube with his thumb and rubbed around the tiny star. Again, her body twitched.

He looked up at her face to gauge her reaction to the back door play. Again, it wasn’t for everyone. But she was trembling, eyes closed, hips lifting to him, and he daringly pressed his thumb deeper against the puckered entrance. Tension gripped her body but she didn’t stop him and so he lowered his head once more between her thighs and opened his mouth on her while his thumb penetrated her anus.

Her low cry sounded both shocked and delighted. He moved his thumb in her, plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it so gently. Her taste slid over his tongue and down his throat, delicately spicy, making him feel drunk. The room faded away around them, awareness centering on her body spread out for him on the snowy bed.

God she was wet, and sweet. Intoxicating. He wanted to eat her forever.

But her body had other plans, and she came in a torrent of soft convulsions and indecipherable noises, her pussy clenching around his hand. His fingers became even slicker with her orgasm and he kept them inside her along with the thumb and his mouth on her clit until he’d drawn every last quiver from her sweet body.

And still he wanted more, wanted to lick up every sweet drop of cream that eased from her body, his face buried between her legs, wet with her juices. He lifted his head, panting, his heart knocking against his ribs. With a last kiss on her mound, he withdrew and moved up over her. As her eyes fluttered open, he licked the fingers that had been in her pussy clean and then leaned in to kiss her mouth, her lips soft and lax. She tried to form them into a pucker and it made him smile.

His eyes met hers and the lost look in hers made him pause. “Whoa,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. “You look far away.”

“I’m okay. That was incredible.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, they lay there and cuddled for a while, until the throbbing of his dick became hard to ignore. He reached a hand down to give it a few strokes and started when Mallory took over. “Your turn,” she whispered. She rolled over and up onto her knees, pushing him to his back. “Oh wait.”

He watched her climb off the bed with a frown tugging his brows. “I have condoms,” he said.

“I know. And I have this.” She turned and held up a little bullet vibrator, a wicked smile tipping up the corners of her mouth.

Oh yeah. He swallowed.

His gaze raked up and down her naked body as she approached the bed—full breasts on a narrow ribcage, tipped with plump tawny nipples that made heat spear through his balls just looking at them. Fuck.

Her torso dipped into a small waist then curved out into less-than-generous hips. He knew her ass cheeks were small but exceedingly firm and round. Slender arms and legs moved gracefully and he could now see the dancer’s training in the way she moved.

Back on the bed, she climbed between his legs and he accommodated her by spreading them. His cock lay on his belly, solid and thick. For a moment she looked at his goods, and excitement punched through his system.

She licked her lips. “You have a beautiful cock,” she whispered and reached out to him again. It leaped at her touch and her fingers circled him. “Jeez,” she said. “It’s thick as my wrist.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked several times rapidly. “Um. Wow.”

She pumped his shaft several times, watching, and then yes, praise the Lord, she leaned down to take him in her mouth. Her lips parted over the tapered head and gave a soft suck. “Mmm.” Heat rushed through his body, his skin prickling all over.

His girth stretched her lips wide as she tried to sink lower on him, and she paused to lick him all over, getting him nice and wet. Every stroke of her tongue sent heat shimmering through his body, his balls torturously tight. She lifted his prick to lick the underside and gave his balls a teasing swipe that drew a low groan from him.

She looked up at him and their eyes met as her tongue came out again and again, each swipe making him tremble even more. The corners of her mouth tilted up until she opened wide and took him in again.

“Yeah,” he growled. “Suck me.”

She wrapped her hand around the base and bobbed her head up and down, each pull and drag assaulting him with pleasure. With each lowering of her head she tried to take him deeper, but he could tell already there wasn’t going to be any deep throating here. She was relaxing her throat as much as she could, but her jaw wouldn’t open wide enough. She let him slide from her mouth. Looking up at him again, lips wet and shiny, she said, “I can’t take you any deeper.”

“It’s okay,” he rasped. “It feels incredible.” He covered her hand with his to tighten her grasp a little more. “Yeah, like that.”

She began to suck him again, her hand moving in time with her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed and she worked to take him as deep as she could until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and her throat squeezed him. She came up and off him quickly, gasping, and his entire body pulsed with heat. She blinked at him, her eyes wet.

“That was so good, baby. But take it easy.” He reached out to push damp strands of hair off her face with one hand then used the other to gather her hair at the back of her head. He held it there for her as she bent again. “Easy.”

This time she kissed his shaft, soft open-mouthed kisses up and down the length, then right on the tip. His abs tightened. She lapped at him again, then sucked more, going deep again.

“Christ, you look like you love doing that,” he whispered, fingers tightening in her hair.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him and gave a little nod, her mouth still full of him. Fuck, that was hot—such a classy, elegant girl all messed up and on her knees, sucking his cock.

God, he wanted more, more of her mouth, her wetness, the pressure of her lips and tongue on him. And then her bottom teeth grazed over the rim of his cock and his body gave a hard jerk. “Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Oh yeah, hurt me like that, baby.”

His balls warm and tight, the tip of his cock grew even more sensitive as tongue and again teeth brushed over it. He cursed again, a stretching, surging feeling beginning to move along his shaft. A deep ache built inside him, tension gathering in his spine.

Mallory’s body wriggled lower on the bed and she lifted his dick up so she could again tongue his balls. Heat rushed through his veins and when she took one of his testicles into her mouth and gently sucked, the pressure built even higher inside him. “Christ,” he gasped.

She released the testicle with a sucking pop and took the other one into the moist heat of her mouth, then licked him all over again, nudging his balls up higher with her fingers to lick beneath them and even lower. Jesus fucking Christ.

His body went rigid as she pushed his thighs apart and back so she could nuzzle his perineum. Fire flashed over every nerve ending, his entire body seizing with delicious anticipation.

“Hmmm.” She paused to jack his dick again. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Uh. Sure.”

She nibbled at the tendon of his thigh then his inner thigh muscle, and his skin buzzed everywhere. Then that agile little tongue came out to lick more, the root of his sac, the skin beneath and then circled around his hole. He couldn’t stop the long, low groan that tore from his throat. Holy fuck! No one had ever done that to him. For him. A string of curses ran through his mind as almost unbearable excitement ripped through him.

His body shaking, he had to let go of Mallory’s hair and his arms first fell helplessly to the bed beside him as her tongue and lips sent sparks spiraling through him. Then he reached for his knees and pulled them toward his chest, giving her better access.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “That’s good.” She nipped one ass cheek, then the other, making him twitch. And then she was wetting the little vibrator in her mouth, swirling it all around. He tensed as she rubbed the slick rounded end over him. He wasn’t sure about this…for a guy who liked some kink, this was new for him.

The tip of the vibe penetrated the tight ring of muscle, and fire flashed. Strange noises rose in his throat and he tried to swallow. As she moved the little toy in and out in a rhythm that matched the stroke of her hand on his cock, the vibe hit a spot inside him that had pleasure pouring through him. His thighs quaked, his ass muscles clenched hard. His dick swelled almost painfully, filling up with liquid fire, and his balls contracted as if being squeezed. A sensation of rising up so fast tore through him, unbearably tense yet deliciously blissful. And then the explosion ripped through him, an eruption that shot through him and out his cock, and fuck— into Mallory’s sweet mouth.