12. Six again

CHAPTER 12

SIX AGAIN

BIG D

No sooner does Kallie quickly fire off a text to Whittaker and her father, complaining of a headache, than my lips are on hers, my hands taking her frosty white phone and tossing it aside. I don't break our kisses, as I run her back up to the hotel door, reaching down to make sure it's locked. If either of those fuck wads dare to knock to check on her later, they'll have me to deal with.

Spiked sweet tea lingers on her tongue and I steal the taste; I can't get enough. I trade moans with her, my hands skimming her sides. Then I force myself to pull away a little, slowing the pace, because I could abso-fucking-lutely take her hard and fast right now to relieve the burning ache in my balls.

What I really desire is a repeat of Montana, a night where I'm satisfying her again and again, in every way I know how.

"You look good in my lipstick," she chuckles as we pause, wiping the red from around my lips with the pads of her fingertips.

"How many?" I ask, brushing the hair from her face.

"What? Lipstick shades?" Her eyelashes flutter up at me, confused.

"Orgasms, cowgirl. How many tonight?"

A grin graces her face. "You mean like last time? I'd say you set the world record for orgasmic finishes."

"Hell yeah, I did. You pretty much passed out on the final one. So would you like a repeat, baby? Six? Hm?" I lean a hand above her head on the door, while my knuckles skim along her jaw line. I press a rather chaste kiss to her forehead. There won't be many of those tonight.

"A little goal-oriented, aren't you?"

"When it comes to your happiness, Kallie, always."

She gasps, staring up at me like she can't believe I'm for real. "Please don't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't trust my judgement right now when it comes to men. I'd like to believe every word you say. But can I?"

I hate how that asshole Whittaker put these doubts in her. "You can trust me, Kallie." I step further into her suite and slip my sports coat off, draping it over a chair. She got me so hot in the stairwell, I sweat so bad in that thing. I'll need to get it dry cleaned before I can wear it again.

Next comes my tie; my fingers tug at the stupid knot. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm perfect. I'm sure there's going to be things I do that irritate you sometimes. I'm only human."

"But you see, I once thought Jeremy was—" She stops, taking in the pained expression on my face hearing his name on her lips. Shaking her head, she approaches and takes over the removal of my tie.

Once unknotted, she slowly, seductively removes my tie inch by inch from around my neck, exchanging smoldering glances with me. "Now I know for sure, he's not the one for me. But my judgement feels a bit off. So give me some time to adjust, please."

She plays with my tie, reaching up and putting it around my neck again, only this time she keeps hold of both ends. She uses it to tug me down to her. Our lips meet, tongues dancing lazy circles like we have all the time I the world, like wolves won't soon be knocking on our door.

"I'm here. Not going anywhere, and I can be a very patient man for you, Kallie. All I ask is that you don't fuck around with him. Or any man for that matter. Only me."

"Exclusivity? That works both ways. Even though there's too many miles between us. I won't stand for cheating, not after what J?—"

"I'm not him. I'll do whatever you need for me to prove to you that you don't have to doubt me or fear me. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Tell you?" She arches a brow with a growing mischievous smile. Then she struts over to the bed, taking my tie with her. She sits and leans back, crossing her toned legs. "I like being the one in control for once. Unbutton your shirt at the wrists then tackle the buttons on your chest."

Okay, I like where we're headed now. My fingers work through all the buttons. I fling my shirt off and perform a funky slide dance, crossing the room to her, snapping my fingers to a tune in my head. It thrills me at the way she giggles. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she follows along every ridge of my moving muscles.

"Shoes and pants next," she dares, biting her curved bottom lip.

I follow through and fling those off to the side, standing before her in only my black tight boxers.

"Want this off, too, baby?" I snap the waistband.

She nods, eyes gleaming, swallowing hard at the size of my bulge. It grows even more, dying to know how cozy it can be in her throat. I keep close watch on her face, catching the moment she sees my big cock, her breath hitching.

He practically bucks like a bull out of the chute when I reveal him. Judging by the amount of pre-cum pooling in the tip, he's plenty mad since he was left out of the stairwell party. While it was fun for me to get Kallie off with just my hard rod in my pants, not so much for my big buddy here.

Her tongue darts out and licks her lips. So I give her a show. I reach down and fondle my balls, more than a full handful of them. Then I round my grip on my rod and slowly work the shaft up and down. A growl quakes my chest when I caress my thumb over the head, spreading the liquid there.

"God, you're well endowed," she whispers, staring at him as if under the spell of me. "No wonder the name Big D."

"Actually, the name started because I play defense. But yeah, I'm also blessed with the best beast God could offer a man." I chuckle and I'm not exaggerating. My nickname really isn't about my ego but just plain facts. I've got a great head, in a perfect mushroom shape, topping a huge, thick, veiny monster.

I know it. Every woman who has seen it knows it. But now, Kallie will be the only one to possess it. He belongs to her. I need her to believe that.

"It's my turn, cowgirl. Take that dress off, toss me your panties and spread your legs," I demand, and I stop stroking because I'm too close to the edge as I carefully study her every move.

With graceful lines, at first, she treats me to quite the show, dancing out of her garments. The view of her bare naked before me stunning, she tosses her panties at my head.

I wear them like a hat and make a silly face at her because I'm goofy like that sometimes. She lands in a fit of laughter, holding her sides. I like the way we can have fun together. I think she needs more of that in her life and I'm happy to bring it.

My dad always said he fell for Mom because of how they could see the humor in the world every day together. They did up until the day he was taken from us too soon. I swear with Kallie, I won't take my days with her for granted. I just need her to be mine.

My cheeks ache, lips stretched so much, and I finally bring the panties to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent. Since the first time in Montana, my nose has failed to work properly, like nothing will satisfy but the scent of my cowgirl. Now, it's back in proper condition with one whiff of her.

She jumps ahead of my next order, spreading her legs, running her hands from her breasts down to the apex of her thighs. My hungry eyes glue there, eyeing how she pleases herself. Once her fingers pump into her pretty pussy, I'm done. Gone. She's it for me.

"Keep getting yourself off, baby." I lodge myself between her legs, my cock at her mouth, and issue my final command. "Suck it. But I warn you, I won't last long this first time."

"Not even eight seconds?" Her cheeky grin teases me. I have no choice now.

"Dang, you just have to throw out that challenge, don't you?"

"Well, you are the champion." She kindly reminds me, still the dare in her sparkling eyes.

I find my pants, retrieve my phone from the pocket, and set the stopwatch app for 8 seconds. "For you, I'll give it my best shot."

"Ready?" She asks, finger poised over the start button, mouth at my head.

"Yep. Let her rip."

She starts the timer and opens wide. My observe my head disappearing inside of her warm mouth. While the stop watch tracks the seconds ticking by, I do what I've always done, counting in my head.

One Mississippi.

"Mmmm." Her sound vibrates me, tickling my skin. Around my head, her tongue swirls in circles. I hold on for this ride with every fiber of my being.

Two Mississippi.

She inhales several inches of me until my head breaches the back of her throat and holds there. My eyes shut on the view of her lips wrapped around my cock or I'll bust for sure.

Wait. Was that three or four Mississ?—

Fuck it, I'm losing track of the time as Kallie treats my cock like a king. Do I care if I lose this once?

Hell no. My hands wrap gently around her neck, holding her still as I pulse into her throat.

"Fuck, baby. Yeah." Faster, my hips jerk spontaneously in and out. I let out a long groan and peer down, only to find tears in her eyes, her hands resting on my wrists. I pull out. "Oh shit, is this okay? Did I hurt you?"

"Don't stop. I liked it. More. Harder," she pleads with a ragged voice.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Her head bobs, hands reach around me, gripping my backside like she urges me to continue. I resume the position, holding her at the neck, so turned on at the beauty of her taking me deep and fast. I last way past the timer going off.

The champion, always.

I roar coming hard, spilling every drop down her throat. My body shakes and jerks, mind spinning out of control, lost in bliss. So much that I almost cry out the words on the tip of my tongue, I love you, cowgirl.

Um, yeah. Something tells me that'd be moving a little too fast for her at this point. I don't even understand why I'm moving this fast. There's just something between us I can't ignore. So I hold back for now.

Guess I'm not surprised though. When I see what I want I know it. And, given the Whittaker connection, the fact that I'm compelled to do all I can to keep her safe from him, everything feels right. I'm meant to be with her, and protect her.

I slide out of her mouth. "Mm. Thanks for that."

"You're quite welcome." She falls back on the bed and stretches like a black kitty cat, preening like she's more than satisfied.

"Don't even think about dozing off. This is just the beginning." I gather her in my arms and make for the bathroom, not surprised at all what I find. Her suite is elegant in an old world style, but this bathtub is built for two. "Wow. You really do have a thing for these. Do you book your hotels based on the bathrooms?"

"Maybe." Her sly smile with a shoulder pump is nothing short of adorable. I think there's a side of Kallie who is a little spoiled. I've heard a few stories about her dad, one rich fucker. She's more than the Montana country girl I took her for. Can I keep up with her on my semi-pro pay?

There are plenty of other ways to ensure she's happy, none of which involve the zeroes in my bank account, all of which have to do with my package. That's all I have to offer her. Speaking of, my big D jerks to life again. I set her down, and reach for the handles of the tub. The water flows and it's twice as big as the one we shared in her Montana hotel room.

She runs a hand along the edge as if appreciating its beauty. She pumps something liquid into it. It transforms into a sea of fruit-scented bubbles.

"I've been looking forward to soaking here all day," she says on a sigh.

"I'll bet you have. Get in." But first I snake my hand through her curls and bring her mouth to mine, kissing her lips from corner to corner, instantly regretting the morning coming too soon, and the minute I have to leave her once again.