Tulsa

“You’re a lot sweeter than you pretend to be, Tulsa Crow.”

“How do I pretend to be, Nikki Faris?”

“Easy.”

“I think I’m pretty easy,” I say, gesturing to my naked body.

Pressing her warm body against mine, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my chest. “You’re easygoing, but I don’t think you’re the man-whore you claim to be.”

“There’s no mistaking it. I am. I’ll confess right now. I love women. I love their bodies, their faces, their soft places.” Wrapping one arm around her waist, I tuck her hair behind her ear with my hand. “But you’re making me think twice about my past.”

“That doesn’t sound like someone who takes everything with a grain of salt.”

I start to sway, wanting to do a little two-step with her. “No, I guess not.” Resting my head against hers, I add, “I love that you don’t even try to hide. Not your opinions, your body, and certainly not your needs. That’s what not only makes you beautiful but turns me on.”

“So I feel.” She takes a hold of my erection and then uses my words against me. “Do you want to stand or lie on the bed?”

I take a fine second to decide because there are pros to both options. “I’ll lie down.” Moving around her, I sit on the bed and then slide up. Two pillows prop me up, and I rest my hands behind my head. This is going to be one helluva view.

Nikki’s body is killer. She has good reason to want to show it off. From her perfect tits to that . . . I tilt to the side to get a good look at her firm, round ass.

Standing before me, she runs one of her hands from her stomach, between her tits, and back down. She doesn’t even notice I wish I was that hand. I fucking notice. So does my cock. “C’mere, darlin’.”

With her hands on her hips, she says, “You’re not going to let me do this, are you?”

“I’m lying here hard as a fucking rock, wanting to be inside you when you just want to tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you, Tulsa.” She smirks, and it’s damn sexy on her. “I’m taking my time.”

Laughing feels so good. This is what sex is to me, how it should be. Fun. Laughter. Pleasure for her, good for me. Enjoyment of each other.

But here’s the bottom line: I want this woman. I want her sexy smirks and her smart aleck mouth. I want her short skirts and long legs. I want her red lips and blue eyes that remind me of summer skies. I want her.

When she climbs onto the bed and sits right on my fucking cock—the tease—she laughs and wiggles. I’m pretty sure it’s just to torture me some more. I take one of her hands and kiss the five tips of her fingers. “You don’t have to do anything. Like I said, this isn’t a debt repayment situation. We can just lie here together and watch a movie, or listen to music, or order room service and get stuffed on burgers.”

“I’m sitting on top of you while both of us are naked and you want to watch TV?”

“No.” I give her wrist a little tug so her chest is against mine. The sound of her happiness fills the room. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her to me, feeling her smile against my chest. “But I wouldn’t mind holding you like this for a while.”

Her legs straighten, and her body aligns with mine. The full weight of her is resting on me, and I kiss her head. When we’re still, really still, I can feel her heartbeat on my stomach. I hold my breath just to concentrate on each comforting pulse while her nail doodles on my bicep. “If this is foreplay, I might fall asleep.”

My arms tighten a bit more because she’s entrusting me to care for her. She just doesn’t realize how much I already do. And even if my erection is squeezed between us, I wouldn’t trade holding her just to get off.

She lifts up after kissing me on the shoulder. Resting her chin on me, she says, “I’m not sure if you noticed, but there’s a situation.”

“What?”

“Something’s come between us.”

“I think you mean something between us wants to come.”

She pops me on the arm. “Tulsa Crow, do not ruin the moment with your lewd comments.”

When I finish chuckling, I reply, “Sorry. Sorry. What situation were you talking about?”

Pushing off me, she sits back up, straddling me again with her hot little pussy embracing my dick. “Fine. Whatever. I was talking about your cock, but you stole my joke.”

Grinning like a crazy person, I sit up, get a good grip on her ass, and wiggle her just enough for both us to benefit. “Oh, baby, I do love when you talk about my cock. You know what I love more?”

She rubs her temple against mine and then leans back enough to look me in the eyes. “What?”

“This. Time with you. Seeing you smile. Hearing you laugh like you mean it.” When her eyes widen in surprise, I laugh. “Yeah. Yeah. I know. You expected me to say sex or something.”

“But you didn’t. Instead, you said something sweet.” She pokes me in the side. “I think you just got us one step closer to that baby in the baby carriage.”

“No baby talk.”

She laughs again. “Back to your cock . . . lie back.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know.” I lie back and watch as she slides down my legs, taking my blue underwear with her. Like a cat, her body stretches with her ass in the air. It’s a position I intend to fuck her in one day. Hopefully soon.

Man, my dick needs some relief.

She touches me there, and like a good cock, it reacts and twitches, basically peacocking for her. The show-off. I swear my dick is gravitating toward her mouth on its own.

First, she dips her tongue out and then takes me between those pretty lips.

When she slowly slides over my shaft, my eyes close, and I savor the sensation of her warm, wet mouth embracing me. Kissing the tip, she stays there. “Does that feel good?” The question is genuine, as if this stunningly beautiful woman could feel anything less than incredible.

I slip my hand into her wavy hair, noticing she looks every bit the California dream girl. So gorgeous. “Everything about you feels good. Time with you, your body, your mouth on me.” Raising an eyebrow and the right side of my mouth along with it, I add, “Listening to you outplay everybody on that guitar and hearing you sing. Watching you smile and getting the honor of making you laugh. You are everything I want, baby. You feel good to me.”

“You’re not supposed to be charming and sweet when I’m giving you a blowjob. That’s not how this works.”

“Did I ruin the get down and dirty part of the night with my sweet intentions?”

“Ruin? No. You can’t ruin this for me. I’m not simply attracted to your body, though I’ll give credit where it’s due; you have an incredible body.” Lying here, I happily let her appreciate me because if I turn her on, it’s a big turn-on for me. She runs her hands up my chest and down my abs before she takes me into her mouth again, this time unrelenting in her pursuit to make me come.

I’m not going to last long. Just seeing her take me deep gets me to the finish line. When I hit the back of her throat twice, I cross over and let go.

My girl doesn’t give up. She makes sure she’s gotten all of it before slowly releasing me and licking her lips. Fuck me. She makes me want to do things to her that are definitely not sweet or charming.

And I can’t resist that. Despite her initial protests, I throw her onto her back and get my head between those sweet legs of hers and lick, suck, bite, and soothe until she’s a writhing mess on the bed, calling out my name, barely breathing in her orgasm. God, I want to see that every day. I’m hard again, but she’s spent. And the smile on her face? It’s peaceful. Sated. I did that to her. To my girl. She shakes her head and strokes my cheek with her hand. So soft. She’s so precious to me. How is that possible so quickly?

Without talking—I think because we’re both so stunned—we clean up, then I bounce back into bed while she leans against the wall near the bathroom and pulls the toothbrush from her mouth. “I was wondering if you’d like to stay?”

With her standing in tiny panties, I don’t fully hear what she says at first. Her bare breasts are very distracting too, but I realize what she’s asking when she adds, “If you want.”

“Oh, I’m staying. I’m already comfortable.”

She looks pleased as she resumes brushing her teeth and disappears into the bathroom again. After a few minutes, she comes out with her hair wound into a ball the size of a grapefruit on top of her head. It’s not her hair that holds my attention. It’s not even her fantastic tits. It’s her face.

There’s not a bit of makeup on her. Thrown off guard, I speak without thinking. “I haven’t seen you without makeup before.”

Her hands fly to her cheeks. “Do I look okay?” Okay? She must look in the mirror every day, so how can she even ask me that?

“Okay? You look incredible. I thought you looked amazing before, but seeing you like this . . .” That damn tightening in my chest happens again. “I feel lucky to be here.”

She sits on the bed next to me, sliding under the white sheet. “Why are you lucky, Tulsa?”

I wrap my arm around her and hold her against me. Because you are bare with me. No pretenses. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see the real Nikki. Fuck. Yes. I kiss her forehead and then say, “Because you chose me.”

There’s no point in making a big deal out of it. I can see she’s embarrassed, and it’s late. So, I turn out the light and settle in for sleep. Her body against mine makes me wonder if we’ll get any sleep at all.

The curtains are open just enough to spill some light across the bed. She finds my tattoos and runs her fingertips over them. “Three crows for three brothers.” I nod even though she can’t see me. Kissing my chest, she whispers, “Good night.”

“Good night.” I want to say more, but I lock those words away with the emotions that want to surface with them.