Chapter Eighteen Min

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MIN

I'm standing in the parking lot as Babe's words replay in my head. He wants me? Since when? How did I not see it? How did I miss it? Is he telling the truth? If he is, then what the fuck am I doing out here?

Running inside, I scan the room, searching for him. When I see him near the stairs, I take off running and leap onto his back. I nip at his earlobe before whispering, "I want you, too."

He whips his head around to look at me and gives me his sexy grin. Then he wraps his arms around my legs and runs up the stairs with me bouncing on his back. I'm giggling when he dumps me on the bed and pounces.

"Say it again," he demands.

"I want you," I tell him, staring into his green eyes.

"Really?"

I laugh and shake my head. "Yes, really. What will take to convince you?"

"You and me naked. Then, to seal the deal, I need to insert Slot A into Slot B," he says, grinning.

"You're such a pig," I laugh as he lifts off my shirt and tosses it to the ground.

He responds with a groan as his eyes lock on my bra. "Fuck, you're perfect. Look at those titties." He bites down on one and then the other. "I can't wait to unwrap them." He unhooks my bra and flings it over his shoulder before leaning over to circle his tongue around my nipples. "Perfect. My favorite shade of brown. They're like expensive milk chocolate. Taste like it, too."

I chuckle. "I don't taste like chocolate."

He smacks my hands away when I cup my breasts. He bites down on a nipple hard enough to make me yelp. "My titties," he admonishes me.

God, this man. I knew sex with him would be scorching, but I never imagined it would be silly and fun as well. "Your titties, huh?"

"Yep, all mine. So, is this neck," he says, laying kisses up the column of my throat. "This chin. This nose. These eyes. These lips." He kisses each body part as he claims them. I sink into the feel of him. He returns to my lips and licks along the seam, begging me to open for him. I do. Talk about tasty. He tastes like cinnamon and vanilla, which are now my two favorite flavors. When we break apart, we're both gasping for air as we stare into each other's eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Babe says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I've dreamt about kissing you since the day we met. Never thought I'd get the chance."

"I never thought you'd want me," I admit. "You can have anyone. When you suggested we go into business together, I thought it was your way of keeping us platonic."

He bits my lip hard, then lathes his tongue over it. "For a smart girl, you're sure dumb."

Now it's my turn. I pinch his sides. He bucks, which has his cock pressing into my stomach. I moan at the hard length of him. He shifts until his steel pipe rubs against my pussy. We're separated by denim, but that doesn't stop me from feeling him. All of him. At least ten inches, if my anxious pussy is any judge.

"I'm dumb, am I? Who's the one who waited this long to tell a girl how he feels about her?"

He grins at me as his hands slide between us so he can unbuckle my jeans. I raise an eyebrow at him when his hand slips into my panties. "Fuck baby, you're soaked." His finger brushes against my clit, barely making contact. I shift my hips, but instead of applying pressure, he removes his fingers so he can lick them clean. What the fuck? "Yum."

If he won't play right, I'll just have to take charge. Wrapping by legs around his waist, I tighten my thighs and flip him over to his back. I barely register the stunned expression on his face as I remove my boots. Bouncing on one foot and then the other. He leans up on his elbows to watch. A predatory gleam in his eye. Then I remove my jeans and panties. Standing naked in front of him, I watch as his eyes glaze over with lust as he takes me in. When he reaches for me, I slap away his hands and duck out of reach.

"Your turn. Let's see what you got," I taunt him.

He gives me a mock scowl before standing with a chuckle. Keeping his eyes on me, he removes his kutte and then his t-shirt. When we break eye contact as his head disappears inside his shirt, I let my eyes wander over his smooth skin and hard muscles. Fuck me if he isn't the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I want to taste his nipples and lick his abs before tracing his tattoos with my tongue. My focus lasers onto his fingers as he unbuttons his jeans. A shudder of anticipation watches through me. With my eye on the prize, he takes advantage of my distraction.

Lunging forward, he picks me up and tosses me back on the bed. However, instead of pouncing, he finishes his striptease. Boots, socks, and jeans disappear onto the floor until he's standing only is black boxers. His dick peeks out from the waistband. How fucking lucky can a girl get to have a guy whose boxers can't contain his greatest asset?

As he lowers his boxers, I glance up to his face and see his smirk. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe, I haven't seen it all yet." However, I suck in a breath when he finally reveals the pièce de résistance. Just like him, it's a work of art. The long shaft bows up so the deep purple tip smacks against his abs. The vein pulses as he strokes himself. Even his balls, which are unarguably the least attractive part of a man, are beautiful. How is that possible? They're so heavy with seed I want to suck on them. Babe's eyes flare when I lick my lips. "Oh yeah, I like what I see. You're beautiful."

That smirk turns into a grin as he pushes my thighs apart and leans over me. "You can't call me beautiful. You're beautiful. I'm ruggedly handsome. Sexy works, too."

I grin at him. "Yeah, you are."

He plunders my mouth as he slides his dick between my folds. I'm soaked, so he glides effortlessly, hitting my clit with each stroke. He doesn't rush the kiss, but explores my mouth as if they'll be a test later. I let my fingers travel over his arms, his back, his chest, and his abs. All that satiny skin over hard muscles. Speaking of satin and steel, I shift so I can wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Steel and satin. Satin and steel. My pussy clenches with need, and maybe a little greed.

"Fuck, baby girl, you keep touching me like that and I'll blow," Babe murmurs against my mouth. He gasps when I flick my finger over his slit. His eyes darken when I pull my hand back up to lick the pre-cum off my finger.

"Tasty," I tell him.

"Good idea," he says, sliding down to the floor. Yanking me to the edge of the bed, he tosses my legs over his broad shoulders. Instead of diving in, he places soft kisses against my right thigh and then my left. The ticklish feel of his whiskers against my thighs makes me squirm. But I levitate off the bed when his tongue swipes through my folds.

Holy fucking shit, his tongue is magical. In seconds, I feel my orgasm clawing to the surface. That's not possible. I usually need several minutes of foreplay before I reach this point. But no, not with Babe. I'm already flying. As I float back down, he slides one finger inside and then another. All the while, his tongue flicks and licks until I'm climbing that hill again. I buck when he scissors his fingers and bites down on my nub. But before I can appreciate how thick his fingers are, he's brushing them against my g-spot as he presses down on my clit. I shatter. "Holy shit, Babe," I scream out as fall over the edge again.

When I regain my senses, I glance up to see he's leaning over me again. "You okay, love? I think you blacked out."

"I think so, too. Damn."

"Need a minute?"

"Fuck no, I need you inside me. Now," I growl.

He chuckles and leans back far enough to place his magnificent dick at my entrance. "Fuck."

"Yes, fuck, I'm ready," I tell him.

"No, I don't have a condom," he admits. "I didn't think I'd need them on this trip."

He didn't plan on having sex with anyone here even though we weren't together? Just when I didn't think I could want him more. "I'm on the shot," I tell him, desperately. "I'm clean. You know that. We both got tested after we certified."

"Thank fuck," he murmurs as he prods at my entrance as I brace for his girth. I know this will hurt. The first time always does. Plus, he's so fucking huge. He rocks in and out, going deeper each time. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me. He doesn't budge. Stupid muscles. But then he slams inside, breaking through my barrier. I gasp from the pain, but then shift my hips back and forth, hoping he'll move. However, when he doesn't, I open my eyes to see the horror on his features.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. "I need you to move, baby."

"You're a virgin?" He finally grits out.

"I was a virgin," I correct him. "Now I'm no longer a virgin, but a woman who needs you to move!"