Face Off (Seattle Serpents, #2)

by Teagan Hunter

I try not to notice how her shirt rides up, or how cute she looks with her cheeks red from the heat of the water…or how adorable it is when she picks up the bourbon I poured her and crinkles her nose when she sniffs it. To my surprise, she tosses it all back in one go.

“No, Rory, I don’t think I have bad taste at all.” There’s no mistaking the double meaning of my words, and she knows it too. The ruddiness of her cheeks deepens about two shades. She looks nervous, self-conscious even. And it’s cute as hell.

Not with Rory down the hall. Rory with her dark hair. Rory with her mouth that doesn’t know how to not be sassy. Rory with her piercing green eyes. Rory with her lush, soft lips and her full tits.

For the hundredth time today, my cock hardens, and this time I don’t want to ignore it, so I don’t. I slip my hand into my black sweatpants, past my underwear, and wrap my fist around myself.

the whole time, I think of the raven-haired beauty down the hall. I think of her washing the dishes, splashing just a bit too much water on herself. She’s wet and her nipples are hard on her chest, and she looks at me, shrugging before she pulls her shirt over her head. It’s a dumb fantasy, but it’s the best I have.

Either way, I roll my thumb over the head of my cock on the next upstroke, and I look right out that door as I whisper, “Rory.” And I come all over my hand.

She gives herself away with every heavy breath she takes and the flush that creeps into her cheeks, with how her eyes darken to a color I haven’t seen from her since I kissed her in my apartment all those weeks ago.

Fine is an understatement. Rory liked what she saw just as much as I liked her watching.

Oh, she knows what she’s doing. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I’ll be damned if it’s not working. I rush upstairs, quickly exchanging my sweats and t-shirt for a pair of swim trunks before I run back down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful in my life.” “Me either,” I say, but I’m not talking about the stars. Not at all.

“Most people don’t. They’re unnerved by it.” “Oh, Rory. You unnerve me all the time, but I like the challenge of it.” “Is that all I am to you? A challenge?” “No. In fact, I think I’m a challenge to you.”

“I think it’s a challenge for you to keep your hands off me, for you to deny yourself what you truly want.” “And what is it I truly want, Lawson?” “Me.”

“I’d rock your world and we both know it.” “For what?” She arches a brow. “Thirty whole seconds?” “Hey, thirty seconds is a long time.”

Fuck, she’s being such a brat right now, and I love it. I love it when she’s mean like this, when she digs in deep and brings her claws out. Is that wrong? Does that make me sick? Probably, but I don’t care. Not when I have an opening like this.

Her chest is heaving now, her breaths so fast and sharp her tits are brushing against my chest with every choppy inhale and exhale. It’s such a simple touch, an unconscious one, yet I love every single fucking minute of it.

“I said, is that a challenge?” I can see a myriad of answers spinning around in her head, can see her considering just what it is she wants to say. Then finally, she opens her mouth. “Yes.” “Oh, Rory. Wrong answer.” And I drop to my knees.

But this? Seeing Lucas Lawson on his knees for me? It’s better than all those combined.

He drags his eyes up to mine, lifting his brow in a warning that says, Last chance, and I give him a look back that says, Do your worst. He doesn’t waste a second, rising to the challenge and pushing my swimsuit to the side. Just like that, I’m bared to him, and the lowest, most delightful sound leaves his chest as he gets his first look at me.

“Fucking hell, Rory. You’re…” He brushes his thumb against me, and I shudder at the simple touch. “Your cunt is so fucking wet for me, baby.” I am. So, so wet. I should be embarrassed, should be mortified, but I can’t find it in me, especially not when Lawson is looking at me like I’m a trophy he’s been waiting his whole life to win.

He grins, and it’s the last thing I see before his mouth is on me and I’m tossing my head back on a relieved sigh. I knew it would feel good having Lawson between my legs, but I never imagined it would be so good I’m seeing stars. No, wait—that’s the actual night sky.

When he pulls back, an involuntary whimper leaves me, and he laughs. “Look at you,” he says lowly. “What a fucking sight: your pussy exposed for anyone to see, your head thrown back, your legs shaking like you’re about to come. It’s only been ten seconds, Rory, and you’re already close.”

“Ask.” Of course that’s what he wants: for me to admit I want this, as if his glistening chin isn’t enough proof.

Then finally, “Make me come, Lawson. Eat my pussy and make me come. Please.” He grins wickedly. “Your wish, Rory…”

It’s wild and heedless and the most senseless thing I’ve ever done, being eaten out on a deck in the middle of fucking winter in nothing but a bathing suit, but I don’t care. I don’t care because it’s the best orgasm of my life…and he’s going for another. Lawson doesn’t let up.

He replaces my suit, then makes his way up my body, pressing kisses over every inch of me on his way. He stops to suck a nipple into his mouth, teasing it through my swim top before moving on to the next. He kisses up, capturing my mouth with his, the taste of me exploding onto my tongue.

bathes the space as he settles me onto my feet, where he keeps kissing me until I’m practically pawing at him, needing more. He laughs into me, and I groan, which only eggs him on. “Someone’s a little needy, no?”

“That’s because someone won the challenge, and that someone is me.” “It was longer than thirty seconds.” He laughs. “Not a chance, Wednesday. Not a fucking chance.”

I peel his wet trunks down until his cock springs free, and my god what a beautiful cock it is. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true. Just long and thick enough, the head an angry red as it reaches out my way, begging for my touch.

I lean forward, running my tongue over it, delighted by the saltiness I taste. He hisses, drawing out a long, painful “Fuuuuuuuck”

“That’s it, Rory,” he says in a low growl. “Suck my cock like you mean it. Like the good girl you are.” Good girl.

“Fuck, baby.” He lets out a string of curse words. “So good. You’re doing so fucking good.” Okay, so maybe when he said those words before, they did have some sort of effect on me, because when he says them this time, my entire body begins to hum.

He presses a hard kiss to my swollen lips, not caring that I just had them wrapped around his dick.

“Because, baby, I want the first time I come to be in this tight little pussy of yours.” “But I thought⁠—” “Time’s up. I can’t wait any longer.” He gives me a dark, hungry look. “Later. Now, get on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see what’s mine.”

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Rory?” Another stroke. “Anything at all? Do you have any fucking clue how wild you drive me with that smartass mouth of yours? The way you make me wish I could paddle your ass until you’re no longer able to smart off, only to let you up so we can start all over again?” His words make me shake. Not because I’m scared, but because I want that too. So fucking bad.

“Yeah, you like the idea of that, don’t you, baby?” I nod. “So much.” “I knew you would.” He jacks himself again. “And I promise to do just that, but later. Right now, I need to feel what your pretty, pretty cunt feels like squeezing my cock. I’ll save the spankings for another time.”

He dips down, running his tongue along my pussy, followed by the scratchy beard he’s been growing since we got here. It hurts and yet it feels so, so delightful.

“Needy,” he says into my neck. “Well, I wouldn’t be if you would just fuck me already.” He laughs, moving from my neck to below my ear, hitting a spot I didn’t realize could feel so good.

“You want to feel how good it is when I stretch your pussy around my cock? When I take you hard and without restraint?” “Y-Yes…” I practically moan,

“Do you want me to fuck you and fill you up with my cum, baby?” “God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Then, as he promised, he’s stretching me around him, sliding his beautiful, beautiful cock inside of me, pushing until he’s buried as far as he can go, and oh, is he far.

he’s still moving inside me with slow and gentle thrusts. I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it, but I do, and it feels so, so good. I don’t want to stop.

“I’ve never gone without, and I’m tested regularly. Do you trust me?” I get what he’s really asking: Are you sure? “I trust you.” I do. I wholeheartedly do. Lawson would never risk anything happening to me. “Thank fuck.”

My orgasm barrels into me fast. I’m coming around him before I realize what’s happening, but Lawson doesn’t stop. He can’t. He’s too far gone, sitting back and setting my leg up on his shoulder, pounding into me so hard I’m nearly seeing stars again.

I’m taking his thrusts like a punishment. It’s glorious and magnificent and so many other words I can’t think of because all I can do is feel, and all I feel is him.

“You’re taking me so well. So fucking good.” His thumb lands on my clit. “But I need one more, Rory.” I shake my head. “I can’t. No more.” “One more.” He smacks my tortured pussy, and it stings in the most wonderful way. “Don’t force me to make it two.”

Lawson fucks into me harder and faster, pumping until he spills inside me. Only then do his harsh and hasty thrusts slow as his orgasm comes to an end.

He drops his mouth against mine, kissing me slow and lazy, such a striking difference to how he just fucked me, then slowly slides out.

I miss him the moment he goes, wishing I could fall asleep and stay this way for the whole night.

I look ridiculous, yet I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life, and it’s all because of Lawson. That’s scarier than I care to admit.

He reaches out, hooking his hands around my legs and drawing me to him until I’m straddling his lap. His cock stirs to life against me.

“Well, I want a rematch.” “Any time, Wednesday. Any time.” “What about now?” I ask, grinding down on him like I’m in heat or something. I’ve never been so horny, especially not after coming consecutively like that, something I’ve only ever achieved with my vibrator.