Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

76. Honey Badger

SEVENTY-SIX

Honey Badger

H er eyes go wide and she beelines for the door. “You’re too much!”

Throwing the saddlebags onto the carpet I call after her, “Tell me you weren’t thinking about it.”

She whips around, the long gown flowing in an effort to keep up with her. “This is not how you woo a woman!”

“Woo?” I smirk. “I don’t woo.”

With a prim look, her hands clasp over her middle. “How has that worked out for you?”

Huh. Don’t have a comeback for that one. So I decide to be honest. “Not so good.”

She blinks at my candor, then sighs, relaxing her shoulders. “You have to go slow.”

“Oh, I can go slow,” I smirk.

She shakes her head. “See, that was a sexual innuendo which is not going slow .”

I offer, “I can go fast, too.” Her lips part, and I can tell she just started picturing it, so I walk closer and spell it out. “And I can slow it right back down again as you near the edge, bring you up against it, moving then with just enough pressure to trick your… body …into staying on that cliff until you’re beggin’ me to be rough again.”

Her chest is rising quickly, her beautiful eyes searching my face now that I’m standing right in front of her. They fall to my lips and stay there as she whispers, “You said, body .”

“So?”

My erection reaches for her as she locks eyes with me. “You were going to say something else but you stopped.”

I lean in with our lips close enough that I can feel the heat from her insides. “I was gonna say pussy.”

From out of nowhere she grabs my head and plants a hard kiss on me. It’s unchained, like she’s been holding it in since hitting puberty, and my one sexy cuss word set it loose.

I grab her head, too, and while we grip each other our tongues dance. We careen over toward the door where I kick it shut and lock it, planting her against it and groaning into her mouth as her hands claw inside my jacket like she’s trying to rip my shirt right off of me. She moans in response and I nearly lose my shit with how much I want to see her naked.

I start to grab her dress, but she stops me.

Panting I sway back from her.

I’m expecting her to put a freeze on all of this but the way her eyes are locked on mine, all sultry and hooded as she pants, I think I was wrong. She goes for the tiny buttons and moans like she wants the dress off yesterday, “It’s an expensive piece. I mustn’t break it.”

“Whatever you want, Meg.”

She blinks at me, her fingers feverishly working. “No one’s ever called me that.”

“Good. Fuck this. Let me help.” She recoils so I reassure her, “I can be gentle when I try real hard.”

Together we get her out of this thing, keeping her in a bra and panties that are modern and lacy and fuckin’ gorgeous. Her tits are the size of oranges and I start rubbin’ ‘em as she literally tears my shirt in a violent effort to remove it. I laugh and help her, and my eyebrows shoot up as she gasps at my pierced nipples.

“Your chest is amazing,” she moans-whispers, in complete awe. “These tattoos going down your arms. These piercings. Oh my God!” She rakes her nails over my abs that I worked really hard for, and bends to kiss them. My head throws back as I take in the pleasure. It’s double because now there’s pride involved.

Meg launches herself onto me, legs and arms wrapping around my body so fast I almost get thrown back.

“Whoa!” I laugh, locking lips with her a second later to walk us over to the bed. Her tongue is halfway down my throat. My fingers are digging into her soft hips and I’m getting a feel for that ass I want to see buck-naked.

Grabbing her waist I try to wrestle her off of me but she fights, wanting to stay glued to my torso.

I’m into it, so I snatch her wrists up and drop both of us on the bed with me crushing her with muscle.

Her legs are locked around my hips and she’s grinding against my jeans zipper with so much need in her eyes that mine roll into the back of my head.

Nails dig into my biceps and her ass has risen off the bed. She’s pressing her damp crotch into my jeans and rubbing herself to relieve the ache. Unhooking her ankles takes some effort but I don’t mind.

“Make me work for it, baby,” I smirk as she practically snarls at me.

And here I was worried she was too nice.

Would always be shocked by me.

Never quite get it.

Turns out I had nothing to worry about.

I dip down and make a meal out of her soft thighs, massaging them with my teeth while she moans and writhes, her fingers clawing at the bun in my hair.

I tug her panties down her legs and since she’s got a good hold on my hair, it comes undone and falls loose and dark over my shoulders. Meg rises up on her elbows, her lips parted with lust.

“You’re so sexy,” she whispers, like she can’t believe it.

Staring into her eyes for a shocked beat, I toss her wet panties onto the floor. I’m not going to tell her, but no one’s ever called me that.

She crooks a finger at me and that’s all the encouragement I need. I literally dive in between her legs, grab her hips and ass and shove my tongue into her pussy. She bends backwards and cries out like she’s forgotten she works at this hotel.

I go to town.

I lick her.

I suck her.

I slip a thick middle finger in her while I’m sucking her clit.

I invite my index finger to the party, too.

She cums with a shocked look, like she didn’t expect to. Ever. And I follow the sweet sounds she makes so that I can draw those contractions out far longer than she knew possible.

“Yeah, baby, give it all to me. Give me all of that.”

I feel something damp on my shoulders and glance to see that her nails drew blood. Laughing I rise up and go for my zipper.

“Meg?”

Panting, she opens her eyes. “Yes Honey Badger?”

“You want more? We can stop.”

She frowns. “What? NO! Keep going!”

Chuckling low, I unzip so she can see what I’m offering. My cock’s a slightly darker shade than my skin. Nine inches of need. I want her to see, so I kick off my jeans and hold it in my hand. She’s staring at it with exactly the look I hoped for.

“You want this, Meg?”

She does something I never expected.

Kissing me out of the blue like she did, was one thing.

But now what the fuck is she doing?

She’s up and walking on the bed, to the head of it, her naked ass swaying while she looks over her shoulder at me, her hair a mess. She plants both hands on the wall and cranes that round perfection up in invitation.

I almost pass out the blood rushes to my cock so fast.

I reach down, grab a condom, slap it on and leap onto the bed, ready to mount her from behind. I bend in for a rough kiss where our tongues lace together for a heartbeat. We both hiss as our lips separate and my cock starts to penetrate her.

I’ve got a lot of girth.

My fingers were to prepare her.

I push in a little slowly at first but I’m gritting my teeth. She pushes her hips backward and forces me in deeper and that’s it. I’m gone. I start fucking her the way I need to, and she keeps giving it back even harder. Her moans get louder and louder, higher pitched and sexy as hell, as I thrust all of my length in each and every time, pulling out far enough so that she feels me filling her over and over. My cock is throbbing. Sliding in her. Diving in as deep as her moans will take it. She arches her back and reaches one arm for my head, begging me with her open lips to kiss her while we fuck.

My absolute fuckin’ pleasure, gorgeous.

Our tongues dance and lash, and our lips lock as the burn starts digging into our cores. She cries out against my lips, but goes back to kissing me. Then she does it again. I can feel how close she is. I’m holding back until she gets there but if Meg cums how I think she will, I might shatter this condom.

“Oh my God!” she whimpers and her body starts to tremble. Pussy, too. I almost drool as she cranes her ass up and starts moving like she can’t wait for it.

Her inner walls drench me as they clamp onto my cock with the first contraction and then the beats just keep cummin’ until I let out a roar I’ve never heard myself make.

We fuck slower, and then rougher, and then really fuckin’ slow until we’re both out of breath and turned into jelly. I lower her onto the bed and ditch the condom, a balancing act in and of itself.

Strolling back from the bathroom, I find her watching me, laying on her side, her small tits hanging with gravity and looking beautiful. Give a man a pair of breasts to look at, and you’ve got a happy man.

“How ya doin’ there, Meg?” I smirk.

She covers her face with her hand and starts giggling.