My eyes are locked on the bulge in his shorts. Heat is starting to pool between my legs as I reach out and carefully reveal more of his rigid cock. I slide my fingers around its girth and bend down to stroke my tongue up the thick vein running from root to crown.
I know he’s awake when I feel his hips buck off the mattress as he groans deeply. I trace the rim of his crown, dipping my tongue in the small crease that divides it.
“Fuck, Annie…”
His hand cups the back of my head, fingers slipping through the short strands, as I take him in my mouth, sucking him deep, until my lips touch the hand I hold fisted around his root.
“Jesus fuck, baby, please…”
I’m not normally the one to take sexual initiative; I’ve never felt free enough to do so as Annabel Fiore. But I’m just Annie in this bed—with this man—and she feels free to do what comes naturally. I’m discovering there is no bigger turn-on than having a man—this man—plead his need for me.
Which is why I groan my protest when he suddenly hooks me under my arms and hauls me up his body until my nose is pressed to his.
“Lose the panties and ride me, Annie. As much as I’d like to bury my face there, I need you on my cock.”
Oh yeah. The idea of his mouth on me sends a charge down between my legs, but more than that I want to feel him fill me.
My panties are off in a flash and I drop my knees on either side of his hips. He reaches over to his nightstand, and pulls a condom from the drawer.
“Hurry,” I mumble.
I watch as his long, slim fingers expertly roll the condom on.
“Take off your shirt, babe,” he says urgently, his eyes almost black with want.
I don’t hesitate, whipping it over my head and tossing it over the side of the bed. I don’t have a spectacular ‘rack,’ at least not without a shaper bra with padding. That doesn’t seem to bother Sumo, who scissors up and closes his mouth over a breast, rolling the pebbled nipple with his tongue before releasing it. Then he tips back his head and looks at me, his fingers digging in my hips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Annie.”
I drop my head and kiss him as he lowers me on his cock. I gasp in his mouth as he stretches and fills me until he’s rooted deep. Then he wraps his arms around my hips, his face between my breasts, anchoring me in place.
“Sumo…”
“Baby, Kyle, please…”
I stroke a hand over his hair and drop my cheek to the top of his head.
“Kyle, honey. I need to move.”
His arms loosen as he lifts his head to look up at me, and with my hands for leverage on his shoulders, I start riding him. It doesn’t take long for me get so swept up in sensations and forget my rhythm, and he loses his patience.
“Taking over,” he growls, clenching his jaw.
The next instant I’m on my back, he hooks his arm behind my knee to make more room for his hips, and drives into me hard.
It’s possible I’m walking a little funny.
When Sumo loses patience, he doesn’t mess around and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little tender.
With daylight, the reality of my situation returned, my mood dropped, and my anxiety spiked right back up. Sumo tried hard to distract me with a nice breakfast and sweet touches, but the moment we stepped out the door to head to my trailer, so I could change, the nerves hit me.
Edward is sitting in the chair by his front door, glaring at me.
“Almost called the damn cops when you didn’t come home,” he calls out, and I immediately feel guilty.
My eyes dart across the street where I notice Will standing by the back of his truck, watching.
“You go ahead inside and pack a bag, enough for a couple of days,” Sumo says behind me. “I’ll talk to your neighbor and take his dog for a quick pee.” With a hand in the small of my back, he gives me a little shove toward my trailer.
“Sorry, Edward,” I call back, but his eyes are on Sumo, who is already making his way toward him.
I walk up to the door, unlock it and step inside. The Keurig pods are still stacked up on my counter and I try not to look at them when I dart past to