Page 17 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)

Hands on my shoulders, she pushed the soft flannel down my arms until it fell free, pooling at my feet.

Her fingers tangled with mine as we worked the top button free of my jeans.

When she started tugging at the zipper, I stopped her with a firm hold around both wrists in one hand and stretched her arms high above her head.

“I think that’s enough until we shed some of your clothes.”

A soft, dark chuckle escaped at her eager nod.

Her hooded gaze slowly scanned my broad chest, no doubt taking in the various scars that littered my golden skin.

A flash of hesitancy came and went, knowing she was so much younger, innocent and perfect.

I was all hard muscles with scars that spoke to the tough and violent life I’d lived.

“Oh my goodness, you’re so hot,” Baylee rasped. Her gaze slid up to mine. “I’ll admit I’m nervous.”

“About?”

“Look at you,” she said, nodding to my bare chest. “You’re older, more experienced, sexy as sin, and then there’s me.”

“You mean perfect?”

“I’m not perfect, Liam.”

“True, no one is, but I’m sure you’re damn close. Now let me get back to unwrapping you like the gift you are.”

Releasing my hold on her wrists, I fisted the hem of her scrub top and worked it over her head. A desperate groan rattled in my chest at the sight of her small tits spilling from the top of a snug sports bra.

“I know it’s not fancy lingerie. I didn’t know?—”

“Damnit, Baylee,” I hissed, making her wince. I shook my head hard to cool my temper. “Will you stop talking about yourself that way, like you’re not living up to every fantasy of mine by just being you and allowing me to be here with you?”

Seconds ticked by with her simply staring up at me with wide eyes.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“Me, like this, is enough?”

“Yes, sweet girl. Even if you have on granny panties”—her soft giggle took the hot edge off my temper—“haven’t shaved in weeks, or whatever else you think makes you not desirable to me. I’ll still be here feeling like I won the damn lottery that I’m the man here with you.”

There was no way I could’ve expected what she’d do next. It actually took me a second after her knees hit the tile floor to react.

“Baylee—”

“This is what I want.” She shook her head as she unzipped my jeans and worked them down my hips. “No. This is what I need right now. Please.” She stared up at me with a pleading expression on her petite face.

A firm tug on the stiff denim made my very hard and leaking cock pop free. Her tiny hand wrapped around me, making me hiss. With a smirk, she ran her tongue along her lips, wetting the plump skin, and then pressed a kiss to the crown, licking the precum dripping from the slit.

“I like that you go commando. Something I’ll be thinking about every time I see you from now on.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, head tossed back as I fought the urge to shift forward until I was buried in her throat.

“Soon,” she said while licking around my crown. Stars sparkled behind my lids as I worked to not come on her face. “But not today. We’ll work up to that.”

At her pause, I forced my lids open to gaze down. Damn, she was a glorious sight—on her knees with my dick in her hand, lips barely brushing against the sensitive skin.

“Okay?” she said softly.

Running a hand through her hair, I fisted it in a makeshift ponytail at the base of her skull.

“I’d wait forever and a day just to have you in my arms, Little Bit.

This is all just a fucking bonus. But one thing.

” Blonde brows shot up in question as she sucked me between her lips, smirking at my groan and the rattle of the glass shower door when I slapped my hand to the smooth surface.

“Lose it.” I hitched my chin at her sports bra.

“I want to see your tits while my cock is down your throat.”

My disgruntled grumble echoed through the room as she sat back on her heels to do as I asked, causing my dick to pop free from her lips. With a quick tug and some wiggling, the bra dropped to the floor, exposing her peaked pink nipples to the cool air.

“Grip your heels,” I rasped while fisting my cock and squeezing until a hiss pushed through my clenched teeth.

“Pull your shoulders back so those tits are on full display for me.” When she did as I ordered—which was a whole different turn-on—I worked my hand up and down my shaft in slow strokes, imagining painting her chest with my cum.

“While my cock is in your mouth, I want you playing with those needy nipples.”

Her desperate whimper had me smirking.

“Now, sit up.” She immediately obeyed, making me almost purr in delight.

“Good girl.” I threaded my fingers through her white-blonde strands, fisting a handful tight enough to make her lips pop open on a gasp.

“This is what you want?” I arched a brow, letting her know it wasn’t a rhetorical question.

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Then open wide, sweetheart.”

Her lips widened in the most erotic invitation I’d ever seen.

Inch by inch, I slid into her hot mouth, gliding along her tongue. I sucked down gulps of cold air to keep from losing control and fucking her mouth hard. It would happen soon—maybe not today or tomorrow, but I would take her devilish mouth hard and fast, slipping down her throat at some point.

Using my hold on her hair, I guided her forward and back, keeping pace with my own thrusts while her fingers plucked and twisted at her tight nipples.

Teeth sunk into my lower lip, I kept my gaze locked on her mouth, savoring and memorizing the way it stretched around my thick cock.

After only a minute of her very talented tongue and hot mouth pushing me closer and closer to the edge, a familiar zing raced down my spine, right to my balls.

I sucked in a breath. My rhythm turned frantic and aggressive as I chased that high only a mind-blowing orgasm could give someone.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to?—”

Her hands gripped my ass, nails digging into both cheeks, cutting my words off as that little bite of pain shot me straight over the edge with a barked curse.

My grip tightened in her hair while I fucked her mouth with utter desperation as my orgasm rocked through me, keeping the demanding pace until she’d milked every drop of cum from me.

Chest heaving with my chaotic breaths, sweat slicking my bare chest and back, I watched in wonder as the tiny beauty swiped a few missed drops from her lips before licking her finger clean.

“Damn,” I rasped, throat dry and scratchy. “Hot damn, woman.”

Desperate to touch her, feel her in my arms, I gripped her shoulders, lifting till her bare feet pressed to the tile floor, immediately sealing my mouth to hers.

“I taste good on your lips,” I murmured while kissing along her jaw. “I bet your hot cunt will be fucking addicting.”

Circling an arm around her waist, I crushed her bare tits against my chest while my free hand worked the elastic band of her pants over her hips until they slipped to the floor and pooled at her feet.

My jeans were a little more difficult, as they had fallen around my shins, but a few kicks freed one leg, followed by the other, and I flung the denim across the bathroom.

Her plump lips sucked and kissed along my chest, a light bite sneaking in every so often, making my cock stir to life again.

Fuck, this woman was even more tempting in real life than in my fantasies.

Wrenching the glass shower door open, almost ripping it off its feeble hinges, I turned the handle to heat the frigid water that sputtered from the showerhead.

Soft skin slid against my own as I eased my hold around her lithe frame.

My knees cracked when I squatted. With an almost feral growl, I pulled one stiff peak between my lips, sucking while flicking my tongue against the tip.

Her beautiful gasp echoed around the small room.

Blunt nails scraped along my scalp as she urged me even closer to her chest.

Teasing her other tit with my fingers, I pinched and pulled at the stiff nipple while looking up through my lashes, watching the way her face tensed and relaxed with the mix of pleasure and pain.

I released her with a loud pop to kiss my way down her flat stomach, pausing at the edge of her pale pink panties.

Her delicious scent had me burying my nose between her thighs and inhaling a lungful, focusing on memorizing the smell of her arousal.

My dick, once again hard and ready, twitched, tapping against my inner thigh.

Fuck, I wanted to lick her, to suck down every drop waiting for me behind the thin cotton, but first I needed to ensure we were still on the same page.

“You good with me eating your pussy, licking you clean, and fingering your tight virgin hole?” Damn, saying it out loud had cum leaking out.

Her loose blonde hair slid over her shoulders as she looked down at me and gave an eager nod.

“Good girl.” With a mumbled curse, her head tipped toward the ceiling, causing her hair to cascade between her shoulder blades. “After I take these off, my plan is to eat this sweet pussy here and in the shower until the water runs cold.”

That had her head snapping forward. Wide, glassy eyes stared down at me. “I have one of those endless hot water tanks, like your cabin.”

My smile turned devilish. “Oh, sweet Baylee. I am well aware of that.”

The ultra-soft cotton slid along my thumbs as I hooked them on the sides of her panties and tugged.

They slipped down her narrow hips, thighs, and calves.

Offering my hand for assistance, I helped her step out of the drenched cotton before tossing the damp material over my shoulders toward my jeans.

You’d better believe those were going home with me after all this.

I knew after being this close to her drenched core, her smell embedded in my lungs, that I’d need that scent close to me at all times.

Creepy? Maybe, but fuck if I cared.

Tongue rolled tight, I slipped it between her soaked lips and slowly dragged it upward, capturing the evidence of how fucking turned on my girl was after sucking my dick dry.

My girl. Fuck yes, she was, especially now that I’d tasted her.

Swallowing her delectable flavor, I spread both lips apart with my thumbs to suck on her swollen nub like I did her nipples.

“Liam,” she cried out, hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing me closer to her hot center. “Please.”

The desperation in her tone snapped the last thread of restraint I had. With an almost guttural groan, I flicked my tongue against her clit, knowing she was close. Then I teased the opening of her pussy before pushing a thick finger inside.

My cock jerked, anticipating the day I’d feel those hot, snug walls wrapped around me. In and out, I slid the single digit while driving her need higher until both legs trembled and her hips bucked into my face.

At her loud gasp, I buried my finger deep in her pussy, stroking that magical spot, making her scream as she pulsed around it. Only when she slumped against the steamed glass, flushed chest heaving, did I reluctantly pull free.

Hooded eyes gazed down, only to widen at my hard cock bobbing between my thighs. A feral smile tugged at my lips as I gripped my stiff shaft tight and gave it a slow pump.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t destroy your cunt today with this. But we’re just getting started on all the other ways I want to hear you scream.”

My needs would wait forever if necessary. Getting my girl off, hearing her scream my name and knowing I did that, was the only thing that mattered in life going forward.