“Aye, aye, Captain,” she muttered.
He smiled as he lay back and closed his eyes. He was tired, too, even if he didn’t like to admit it. His knee throbbed a little and felt tight, but he could work that out in the morning. The few shots he’d had weren’t enough to send him under, but it definitely made him tired. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep himself.
He woke up a short time later and stared into the darkness, disoriented. What—
A hot, wet mouth closed over the head of his cock. Need unfurled within him, and he groaned, a mixture of frustration and desire. “Beth Ann.”
Her fingers tickled his balls, grazing over them, and her mouth continued to suck, her tongue running under the head of his cock. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck, a drunk woman was giving him head. Not good.
“Beth Ann,” he said again, firmly, and tried to push her away.
Her mouth slid over the head of his cock, pressing light kisses there and he nearly lost control as she licked the shaft. “You are so thick, Colt. God, I love that. Wanted to know how it felt in my mouth.”
“You can figure that out in the morning, darlin’, when you’re sober.” He pulled at her, trying to tug her off of him. Fuck his principles. He should just lie back and let her suck his dick, tangle his hands in her hair and f**k her pretty, soft mouth like she wanted.
But then she giggled, and it was that same, silly drunken giggle. And slid her mouth over his c*ck again.
“No, darlin’,” he said hoarsely. How in the hell had she gotten his pants down to his knees without waking him up? He tried to sit up, but she was laying over his abdomen.
She sat up and gave him a sad look. “Don’t you want me, Colt?”
“I do, Beth Ann. So damn bad.”
She leaned in to kiss him, and her kiss was off center. “I’m really good at bl*w j*bs.”
“Oh, I just bet you are.” Damn.
But she cuddled down next to him again. Her fingers went to his chest and she traced his n**ples. He’d let her do that, as long as she didn’t reach for his dick again. “We’re consenting adults, Colt.”
“I know. But it’s not right.”
“You can’t take advantage of me,” she pointed out, her words slurred. “We had sex last night. And this morning.”
“Still not right. Get some sleep.”
“You know what I haven’t done?” she said, leaning over to press kisses on his chest. On his tattoo. She was fascinated with it.
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t had anal.”
He groaned. Hard.
“Have you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Go to sleep, Beth Ann.”
“If I asked you to do it to me, would you?”
He was about thirty seconds away from throwing her down on the mattress and showing her just what she was asking for. “Ask me when you’re sober, and yes.”
She pinched his nipple, hard. “Fine then, I will. So there.”
“Good night, Beth Ann,” he said dryly.
“You’re no fun,” she said sleepily. Her hand reached for his cock, and he moved it back away again.
“No fun at all,” he agreed, and vehemently wished that wasn’t the case.
When Beth Ann woke up, it was still dark. She rolled over in bed, trying to figure out her surroundings. Her hand encountered a warm chest, and she heard the faint sound of snoring. Her mouth was fuzzy with a weird taste, and her head throbbed a little.
Colt. She laid her head back on his chest again, remembering last night. She hadn’t drank too much rum—he’d been very careful with how much she could have—but she’d still been tipsy right away. In the past, she’d drank a glass of wine here and there, and the occasional champagne, but it hadn’t hit her quite like the rum. She’d been drunk, and it had been silly, and fun. And then he’d dragged her to bed and…
Her eyes flew open. She looked down at his cock, but his pajama pants were back up around his waist. Oh lord, she’d told him she wanted to have anal sex.
How mortifying.
And he hadn’t touched her, either. She didn’t know what to make of that. True, she’d been tipsy, but they’d had sex the night before. Why hadn’t he touched her? Was he that much of a gentleman? The thought was endearing and frustrating all at once. She looked up at his sleeping face. All the hard angles and frown lines were eased when he was sleeping. He looked adorable. The longer hair on top of his head was sticking straight up in cowlicks. His chest was warm and delicious, too. She still rested her cheek on it. She supposed she should wake him up.
Her hand strayed to the drawstring of his pajama pants. Tugged at the bow, and felt it loosen. She sat up slowly and watched him, waiting for him to awaken. He didn’t.
A heavy sleeper, then. Nice. She slid down the bed and eased his pants down his legs, revealing his briefs. Mmm, he filled them out nicely. Much better than she did. The pair she’d borrowed out of necessity were too small across the behind, and she was pretty sure half of her butt was sticking out over the top.
Her fingers eased along the elastic waistband, and she watched his face, waiting for him to wake up. Nothing. Holding the elastic taut, she slid his briefs down his legs, exposing his cock.
He was already half hard, and she looked down at it with pleasure. He really did have an amazing set of equipment. Just long enough and really thick. Oh mercy, she liked that. She bit her lip, thinking about how he’d felt deep inside her. Apparently she’d woken up aroused this morning. She leaned over him, bracing her hands on either side of the bed, and leaned to take him into her mouth. Her tongue lightly whirled on the head, lapping and licking.
And teasing him. He groaned and shifted underneath her, his c*ck hardening, swelling even larger. Oh yes. It was just as big and thick as she remembered. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of him and continued to tongue the head, dipping against the sweet indentation that was beaded with pr**um. He tasted so good in her mouth. She closed her lips over him, sinking lower on the root of his c*ck and taking him deep into her throat. He was fully erect now, and hard, and she sucked, pulling up and then sliding back down over his cock. She repeated the motion, feeling her own p**sy get slick and wet with need. She drew harder on him, and slid his c*ck out of her mouth to run her tongue along the thick crown again.
A hand twisted in her hair—not hard. Firm. She moaned as his hand pushed her mouth back down over his cock, and her gaze flicked up to him. He was watching her with slitted eyes. As she looked up at him, she took the head of his c*ck back in her mouth and let it rub along her tongue. He thrust, the head of his c*ck butting against the back of her throat. And she made a noise of pleasure that echoed his own.
“Goddamn, Beth Ann,” he rasped. “I hope to God you’re not drunk any longer.”
She slid her mouth up and gave his c*ck head a playful lick. “Not drunk.”
“Good,” he growled, and pushed her head back down on his cock.
She sucked him deep again, her p**sy clenching with the erotic sound of the groan he made when she pulled him all the way into her mouth. He was so big and full in her mouth. Lord, that was making her hot.
He thrust into her mouth again, his fingers digging into the back of her head, and she heard a hard, rasping breath jerk from him. She sucked harder, humming a little in the back of her throat. He pumped quicker now, his h*ps rising to thrust into her mouth over and over.
And then he froze. She looked up at him and saw his face was tight, and he pulled her back off of him. “I’m going to come, darlin’,” he said. He pulled her off his cock, allowing her to abandon her efforts in case she didn’t want to swallow his seed.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. “Then come,” she said softly, and leaned down to take him back into her mouth again. The groan he gave after that was low and filled with need, and his fingers twined in her thick hair. He began to thrust into her mouth again, shallow, rapid jolts that matched the panting of his breath. She took him deeper, though, encouraging him. He drove into her mouth wildly and then his body tightened under her.
“Fuck,” he bit out, and she felt the hot flood of his cum in the back of her throat. She swallowed even as he thrust again, more shallowly. He gave a ragged breath, exhaling as she released him, then sat up and wiped at the corners of her mouth.
“Good morning,” she said softly, and couldn’t resist the smile that curved her lips.
“You are going to drive me crazy, you know that?” he panted.
“Good,” she said with a smile.
“That’s a helluva lot more effective than a cup of coffee,” he said, still panting. He grabbed her leg and tugged until she fell into bed beside him. “Your turn.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh?”
“Absolutely,” he said, and slid down her body, his hands going to her hips. He tugged at the briefs and slid them down her legs. She shifted slightly under him, doing her best not to wiggle—or tremble. She felt exposed, uncertain. This was incredibly intimate for her. Allan hadn’t been a fan of going down on her, and she could count the times she’d had oral with him on one hand.
Great, now she was thinking about Allan again.
And then he tugged at her leg, asking her to part them. His hand stroked along her inner thigh. She waited for him to say something. She hadn’t gotten a Brazilian in forever, and, well, the carpet didn’t match the drapes, if she was going to be blunt. And sure, he’d seen her nak*d and they’d had sex, but this was the first time he was getting up close and personal, and in broad daylight. It made her anxious.
But all he said was, “Pretty.”
And that made her flush with pleasure.
His fingers brushed over the curls of her p**sy. One slid deep, brushing against her cl*t and eliciting a gasp from her.
“Pretty, and very wet,” he murmured. “Did you like having my c*ck in your mouth?”
She nodded.
But he waited, and looked up at her. “Tell me.”
A hot flush crept over Beth Ann’s cheeks as he eased one of her bent knees back toward the bed, then the other, splaying her. “I…liked waking you up like that.”
“Gonna spoil me for alarm clocks,” he said with a hint of a smile, and continued to run his finger along the wet slit of her p**sy. “I want you to tell me what you like, Beth Ann.”
“Okay.”
As she watched, he dipped his head and nuzzled at her sex. A moan rose from her throat and her legs jerked involuntarily at the sight. Lord have mercy, but that was erotic. She felt his tongue slide out, part the seam of her p**sy, and stroke along her clit. Her breath sucked in.
He lifted his head, and she saw his lips were wet with her own juices. “Didn’t like that?”
“I did.”
That dimple flashed. “Then tell me.”
“I will. I promise.”
“We’re going to make a demanding woman out of you yet, Beth Ann Williamson.”
She simply grinned at that, and ran her hands over his short, spiky hair. “Mmm, I like this.”