Quirks & Kinks (21 page)

Her hips fell in line with the song, moving at the same pace and brushing against me with fervor.

Arousal rumbled in my throat, clotting and clogging at the prohibition of its release, turning into a growl and tingling along the line of her skin with a noticeable vibration.

“Anderson,” she whispered, dropping any pretense of inhibition and exposing herself to me physically and emotionally.

Her voice rang with the sincerity of someone who was invested, and the realization of her reciprocation made me harden even further.

I wanted to devour her, spend an hour on each inch, a week on each part.

The beat of her heart stuttered as I moved from her neck to her lips, delving inside and caressing her tongue with mine. She pushed back, moving the dance to my mouth and leading me.

Both of her hands moved from my back to my hair, gripping and pulling and sending a wave of electricity from my roots all the way down my spine to my toes. They stretched in reaction, begging for their own contact, so I worked efficiently to kick my shoes off with the toe to heel method and then used my feet to rid hers of her flip flops.

Tangled together, our legs worked their own dance, touching and exploring and running the line of one another’s skin.

The first time together was always an exploratory mission, but this time was different. I’d lived six more lives since the last time I’d done this—and lost one important one.

The connection, the intimacy of it, meant more than I’d ever dreamed it would in the past.

Sitting up and straddling her, I ran both hands along the line of her collarbone, down the center of her chest and along the line underneath her breasts.

“I want to taste you.”

I asked for permission and she gave it, moving forward just enough to unclasp the back of her bra and pull it down the line of her arms.

Her breasts were full and heavy, tan, and peaked with the perfect rose red buds.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I growled, taking the weight of her in my hands and molding them together. She watched with wide eyes as I leaned forward and pulled one perfect nipple into my mouth, circling the edge with my tongue and flicking the tip as I finished.

Her eyes closed as I moved to the other one and repeated my movements, finishing by licking and biting the plump skin that surrounded each of them and burying my face in the middle and inhaling.

She smelled like sweet apples and minty gum and mouthwatering juiciness that I couldn’t wait to taste fully. And only a hint of cigarette smoke.

I wanted her to coat my mouth, run down the line of my neck and onto my chest when I ate her. I wanted to smell her on me for weeks to come and dream of the chance to consume her again.

Careful to tell my dick to keep his hands to himself, I pulled back enough to kick off my shorts and then pulled hers down to reveal the same.

Naked for the first time, I felt her eyes as they watched me, a question in them making me scoot my hips well away from hers.

“
You,
Easie. I’m going to eat you until you come. And I’m going to dream about the feel of it all on my cock and look forward to next time while I do it.”

“Goddamn,” she whispered, her eyes dilating noticeably. “That’s how you fucking dirty talk someone into submission.”

I couldn’t stop my smirk as I inched each side of her panties down over the curve of her slender hips and exposed all of the bare skin I’d gotten a teasing touch of earlier that day.

“Bare, baby?”

“It’s easier not to have to deal with it. That’s the last thing anybody needs to accidentally see on television.”

I raised a teasing brow. “It’s also sexy as fuck.”

“There’s that too,” she agreed before rocking my world. “Of course, that hasn’t mattered in a really long time for me either. You know, in case you were wondering.”

Leaning forward immediately, I sucked, pulling her hips off of the bed enough to allow my hands access to her ass. It felt perfect in my hands, and she tasted perfect on my tongue.

Fresh and sweet and really fucking ready for me.

I worked her with the flat of my tongue, watching as her hips writhed with the motion, pushing more of herself into my mouth with each stroke. I gladly accepted it, grinding my hips into the bed with each lick and praying she’d come in my mouth before I had a chance to come all over the comforter.

“Anderson,” she breathed suddenly, increasing the tempo of her hips and begging me to get her there quickly. Circling her clit with the tip of my tongue once before flicking it several times fast, I waited, lifting my eyes to watch her face when she finally let go.

A scream echoed throughout the room as it made a strangled escape from her open mouth, and her hips surged forward one last time into my mouth. I moved quickly, taking over at her clit with my thumb to help her ride the wave and moving my mouth to drink the flood of her orgasm.

I’d never tasted anything better.

As soon as I’d finished the thought, I pulled away slowly, licked my lips, and wiped the excess off of my face with the back of my arm.

I barely completed the task before she launched herself at me, tackling me to the ground with enough force to make me grunt.

“Ow. Christ, woman,” I complained good-naturedly as she attacked me, licking and biting my neck with urgency and working her way quickly down my chest and abdomen, finishing by running her tongue up the line where my leg met my hip and brushing her cheek along my hard cock in the process.

Sweet baby Jesus.

“Easie, you don’t have to—” I started to offer, trying out the gentlemanly thing for our first time.

“Shut. Up,” she punctuated between licks, ensuring with the path of her tongue that I did just that.

“Holy hell,” I groaned as she moved over, starting her lick at the bottom of my balls and running her tongue up the entire line of my dick.

The head bobbed, just about smacking her in the chin, and weeped a drop of fluid onto the bottom of my stomach.

This was going to go fast.

She didn’t though. She worked me slow and easy, making sure to wet the entirety of my cock before wrapping the base with her fist and swallowing the head into the back of her mouth.

Fireworks went off in my spine, warning me with more than a tingle that my release was in the barrel, the gun was cocked, and Easie’s finger was poised right at the edge of the trigger.

“Gonna come soon,” I warned, doing The Tap and hoping she’d move away if she wanted to, and then settled my hand into the shiny blond strands of her loose hair.

She didn’t, opting to keep at me until I broke, circling the head with her tongue and bobbing her head at the same time, and never letting up on the steady stroke of her hand.

Blackness bled through my vision as I came, focusing the sensation to her actions and heightening the experience immeasurably. She hummed as she felt my release hit her mouth, sucking and licking until she’d taken everything and worked me through the entirety of my orgasm.

Panting, I struggled to move, and the bright lights in the ceiling nearly blinded me when I managed to open my eyes again.

Despite the white-wash of the lights, all I could see was her.

Blond hair and blue eyes in the sassiest tiny package I’d ever encountered.

I was ruined.

She had ruined me.

WHEN EASIE WALKED INTO
the kitchen the next morning wearing just my t-shirt, I lost a little bit more of my mind.

All that leg leading straight into a land of pleasure and treats covered only by the fabric of my shirt?

Nothing fucking like it.

So consumed with the sleepy look in her eyes, I didn’t even remember that a pajama-wearing Tammy sat drinking coffee at the counter while I cooked all of the meals I’d abandoned last night in favor of sleeping cuddled tightly to Easie’s sleek, naked back. As weird as it was, neither of us even considered my taking her home to sleep.

“Well, well, it’s the life or death acting job girl.”

“Easie,” my gorgeous girl said with the raise of a brow. Tammy could stir the shit all she wanted. Easie had no plans of eating it.

“Right. I’m Tammy.”

“I know.”

They stared at one another for several seconds—assessing—before Easie spoke again.

“Listen, it’s nice to meet you and everything. You know, formally.” Tammy raised her own brows, waiting for the turn. “But don’t ever put your lips on Anderson’s again.”

And there it was.

“Hasn’t he told you, honey?” Tammy asked lightly. “All of my parts are man-made. I don’t think he’s into it.”

“Are you kidding?” Easie scoffed, gesturing up and down the line of Tammy’s body dramatically. “Have you seen yourself? Have you seen fucking Caitlyn Jenner? You both have better boobs than I do!”

At that point, I couldn’t help but pipe in. I lifted one finger in the air to get her attention. When she looked at me, I only said one, very pointed word. “False.”

Tammy scoffed, but with one steely look from me, moved on from what might have turned into an unnecessarily heated debate about gender politics.

Ugh. There was a reason I only liked to deal with one girl at a time.

“What are you to up to today?” Tammy asked, leading the conversation in another overly helpful direction.

“We actually haven’t had a chance to talk about it yet,” I said tightly, having wanted to talk to Easie about it before I had to deal with Tammy’s judgements.

Easie jumped onto a stool at the counter, seemingly oblivious to the tension between me and the other woman.

She shrugged. Reached across the counter and popped a piece of my broccoli into her mouth. “I’d say we’re going to a drugstore for sure.”

I nearly choked on my tongue, coughing and sputtering into my arm to avoid spitting all over my food.

“You okay, Anderson?” she teased, leaning into her shoulder coyly. The material of my shirt dropped off to reveal it, the neck hole far bigger on her tiny frame than it was on me.

Looking her directly in the eye, I told her the truth. “Better than, Easie.”

Her answering smile was dazzling.

“Besides the drugstore,” I said, watching as Easie got up off her stool, walked around the counter, and poured herself coffee. She was making herself at home, and I loved it. “I thought I’d see if you wanted to go surfing with me.”

Tammy shook her head, got up from her stool, and went back to her bedroom. I did my best to ignore her.

Easie set the pot back on the heater and turned excitedly to me. “Really?!”

I liked her reaction better.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I figured maybe I could teach you a little if you wanted. If not, you can sit in the sand and tan.”

“Definitely the learning. I know I don’t come across as much of a doer, but trust me, I’m very competitive.”

“Well,” I laughed. “I can’t wait to see you kick my ass then.”

“Kicking of the ass today, kissing of the ass tonight,” she winked, throwing her unoccupied arm up and around my neck.

“Now that’s a deal.” Leaning forward slowly, I sealed my lips to hers, getting lost in her and the moment and loving the satisfying feel of it.

Maybe I could have everything after all.

After dropping by her apartment to let her change into a bathing suit, Easie’s pragmatic side made an appearance and suggested we go to the drugstore then, while we were both in our right minds.

Not one to argue with a good suggestion (read: demand), I stopped, ran in and got condoms while she bought cigarettes (a fact I worked really hard to ignore), and now we had finally arrived at Manhattan Beach to do some surfing.

Easie’s excitement practically poured out of her, but she didn’t fidget. Instead she channeled it into the mutilation of her lower lip and the subsequent destruction of my self-control.

Leaning across my shifter, I smoothed my hand up her bare thigh and put my lips to hers, tugging the bottom one free of her teeth with a nip of mine.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered there, licking the inside perimeter of her lips when she gasped them into a small “o” shape.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You can’t help how sexy you are.”

She twisted her face into an ugly smile like she’d done to me once before. And it
was
unattractive, trust me, but it was meant to be.