Page 16 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)

Then it broke, her body rigid as the world went bright with the explosion.

Her cunt clenched around his hard length, pulsing with pleasure.

Dimly she heard his hoarse shout, felt him thrust once, twice, three times before he jammed in hard and held himself there.

She was so tight around him she could feel him swell, felt each pump and pulse of his cock as he jetted into her with his own release.

They both went limp. Lola sagged against the floor, Simon sagged against Lola , his weight pinning her down while she tried to remember how to breathe.

After a long moment, he seemed to realize he was restricting her air and shifted slightly to the side. She drew in a grateful breath. “ You know, it’s kind of bummer I can’t call you Big Dick Hastings anymore.”

“Why’s that?” he mumbled against her neck, not bothering to raise his head.

“Well, now I know it’s true.”

He snorted out a laugh and raised his head to look at her, and she grinned into his sparkling eyes. “ You’re such a brat,” he accused and pushed off her.

She winced when he pulled out, the drag of his penis over swollen and sensitive flesh pinching slightly. He caught the movement and frowned. “ You okay?”

She gave a little hum of contentment. “ Fine . Just a little sensitive.”

“Don’t try to get me all worked up again.”

She laughed, then blinked in surprise when she caught sight of his condom covered cock. He was, indeed, getting worked up again. “ Wow .”

He stood, striding over to her kitchen to dispose of the condom in the trash before coming back.

She shamelessly admired the view. He looked like a big, tawny cat, all golden skin and sleek muscles, and to her surprise felt a slight surge of renewed interest as her pussy clenched and her nipples peaked.

He noted the state of her breasts with a quirk of his brow, but said nothing as he crouched next to her and reached for her hands. A few deft movements and she was free, his big hands rubbing the marks left by the belt, then he slowly brought her arms down to her sides.

She hissed out a breath, the pain in her shoulder joints making her grit her teeth. “ Easy ,” he soothed and set his big hands on the joints to rub away the ache. “ Okay ?”

The pain eased away under his hands, and she sighed. “ Yeah . Thanks .”

His lips twitched again. “ No problem. Want some help getting up?”

She sighed again and let her eyes drift closed. “ No , I’m going to stay here for a while.”

He hummed, a low rumble of sound that seemed to skim over her skin like a rough caress, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “ You stay there looking all debauched, and I’m going to want another go.”

She let her lips curve, eyes still closed. “ Okay .”.

She felt a light brush over her shoulder, fingertips or lips, she didn’t know. “ Okay if I grab a water first?”

“Sure.”

He moved away, his steps surprisingly soft over the wood floor. She heard the slight creak of the refrigerator opening and closing, then he was back, wrapping her fingers around a chilled bottle.

She pried her eyes open and sat up. He’d already twisted off the top, so she tipped it up and drank.

He crouched in front of her, naked and unabashedly aroused, and sipped from his own water as he watched her. He reached out, brushing his fingers over an errant lock of tangled hair that had fallen over her forehead. “ Good ?”

She gulped more water, then lowered the bottle with a nod. “ Good . Thanks .”

“Sure. Do we need to talk about this?” he asked, eyes serious despite his reawakened dick.

“Probably,” she answered. “ Eventually .”

“But not tonight.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered him anyway. “ No , not tonight.”

He reached out to trace the tip of one calloused finger over the tip of her breast, smiling when it immediately puckered and hardened. “ Am I staying?”

He was looking at her with what she thought of as Dom Face —asking everything, revealing nothing. It was a basic tactic, making the submissive express his or her desires openly without the comfort of knowing what the Dom wanted.

Of course, knowing it was a tactic, and one she herself had often used, didn’t stop the little trickle of anxiety.

But she wasn’t afraid of her own feelings, and she wanted him to stay. If he needed to hear that before making his decision, then so be it. Whatever he decided, her feelings were her own, and she’d take responsibility for them.

But still. Fuck him and his Dom tricks.

She finished her water, eyeing him over the bottle, then set it aside. “ Is it up to me?”

“It is this time,” he answered.

“Then yeah, you’re staying.”

His slow smile was her reward. “ Good .” He reached out and scooped her up, ignoring her shriek as he rose to his feet and tossed her over his shoulder.

Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh and her hair fell in her face.

She swiped it out of the way and found herself staring at his butt.

It was tight and round with muscle and curiously, as tan as the rest of him.

Hedonist , she thought with a spurt of amusement, and pinched him.

The sharp smack on her ass made her yelp.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

Her eyes watered slightly, her butt throbbing from the crack of his palm. “ Down the hall, last door,” she managed, and gripped his waist to keep her balance.

“I want a shower, a drink, and your cunt again.”

“Smooth talker,” she managed. “ In that order?”

“Doubt it,” he said and headed down the hall while she grinned at his ass.