“Eliminated in the third to last round.”
“I’m sorry. Unless…that’s what you wanted?”
He nodded.
“See anyone you know?”
“One guy acted like he didn’t know me, which is fine because he’s an ass**le. Another wanted to take me out for a drink to brag about how well he’s been doin’.”
Rory sipped her drink. “Did you go?”
Dalton’s hungry gaze roved over her, from her soft pink mouth to her pink toes peeking out of the bubbles on the opposite end of the tub. “When you’re nekkid in a hotel room waitin’ on me? Uh, no way in hell.”
That curl to her lips got a whole lot sexier. “Why don’t you come in and play?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He shucked his clothes. His cock, already onboard with the bath idea, bounced against his belly as he started to climb over the wide ledge of the tub.
Rory said, “Wait. Grab some drinks first.”
“Good thinking.” He snagged a beer and a can of premixed margarita mix out of the fridge in the bar area. He noticed two dome-covered trays on the counter. Back in the bathroom, he refilled her glass and said, “Did you order room service?”
“I wasn’t sure what time you’d get back and I doubted we’d want to go out for food, so I ordered in, figuring we could heat it up later.”
Dalton grinned. “The only thing I wanna heat up right now is you.” He threw his leg over the edge of the tub and immersed himself in sweet-scented water. He hissed. The water was hot.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Not as good as you’re gonna feel. “Mmm-hmm.” Sitting opposite her, he set his beer aside and wrapped his hand around her ankle. “How long have you been marinating in here?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“What’d you do before that?”
“Wandered around. Watched the fire. I might’ve dozed off in that puffy bed, which is heavenly by the way.”
“Which is ironic since we’re gonna sin like motherfuckers in it.”
Rory laughed.
He lifted her foot out of the water, pressed his mouth to her instep and lightly bit down.
“Got a foot fetish, McKay?”
“Only if the feet in question are attached to you.” He kissed her anklebone. Her instep by the ball of her foot. Then he ran his tongue across the pads of her toes.
Rory groaned softly.
He set that foot down and picked up the other. He grazed his teeth across her instep and dropped kisses on the top of her foot. He slipped his tongue between every toe.
Another soft groan.
Dalton slid his hands up her legs and floated toward her until they were groin to groin. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, his hands traveled up her body, over the curve of her hips, her belly, her ribcage, over those beautifully full br**sts, her collarbones, up the column of her neck. He pulled her mouth to his, licking his way past her lips to kiss her with heat and patience, which drove her crazy. Rory wanted ferocious kisses. As much as he loved the passion that ignited in both of them so quickly, he liked the seduction.
Then he pulled back, gazed into her eyes.
Rory’s wet fingers traced the outline of his lips. “This mouth…” She sighed. “I’m crazy for this mouth and all it can do.”
He sucked her fingers and swirled his tongue around the tips.
She circled her legs around his hips and she canted her pelvis. She caught him off guard when she spun them around so his back was against the tub. “I’m pretty good with my mouth. So why don’t you hop on the edge and I’ll prove it.”
Dalton created a mini-wave he jumped up so fast.
Rory moved in, her fingers digging into the tops of his thighs. The delicate way her breath drifted over the wet head of his cock, caused him to shiver.
She fondled his balls and kissed the crease of his hip. Her lips traveled from his left hipbone to his right, straight across his shaft. Her hot little tongue licked away droplets of water on his skin as her lips headed down.
Then her mouth engulfed him.
“Jesus.”
He cursed again when she worked him in deeper and held him there.
Rory released his c**k an increment at a time until just the head remained in that warm, wet sucking haven. She repeatedly flicked her tongue over the sweet spot, her teeth holding his dick in place so he couldn’t push forward or pull back. She was in total control.
And he loved every second of it.
Dalton braced his hands on the ledge and let her have her way with him. Wanting to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations. But watching her was a huge f**king turn-on. She seriously got off on the power she had over him when his dick was in her mouth. He could see it in the feminine tilt of her lips. The dark challenge in her eyes. The little hums and moans told him that she loved winding him up tighter and tighter until he begged for her to let him unravel completely.
She jacked his shaft slowly. Then quickly. Her tongue mapped every inch of his dick from root to tip. She sucked his nuts until they were hard and tight. Then she returned to deep throating him while her thumb swept over his anus. His thighs quivered. His abdominals were straining. His vision wavered.
Motherfucking hell, could she suck cock. This was epic.
Then her finger breached his ass**le and she stroked the spot inside that sent a jolt of pleasure zipping through his entire body.
“Don’t stop. So f**king close,” he panted. His heart raced and he pumped his pelvis, trying to match her rhythm.
“Hold still.”
“I’m tryin’… Oh, sweet lord, do that again.”
Her hand stroked as rapidly on his shaft as her tongue flicked on the cockhead. Her mouth stopped long enough to say, “Watch me.”
Dalton’s eyes were starting to lose focus but he kept his gaze on her.
She rubbed that spot inside him; the slap slap slap sound of her hand working his c**k bounced off the bathroom tile. When she used her teeth on the underside of the rim—that kicked him over.
“Fuck.”
But Rory didn’t hollow her cheeks and swallow that first spurt. It landed on her lips. Then she angled back and aimed the come shooting from his c**k at her tits. Milky drop after milky drop hit her creamy flesh and clung before slowly sliding down the slope of her breast.
His body shook from her intimate touch, but also from the sexy way she closed her eyes and arched back. Biting her lip and softly moaning as if she were coming.
And she didn’t let up. Her hand pulled every last twitch from his cock, her finger rubbed every last pulse in his ass, and those actions together milked every last bit of seed from his balls.