Face Off (Seattle Serpents, #2)

by Teagan Hunter

It was nothing like tonight, and yet, I still want more, more of Lawson, which terrifies me to no end. He laughs, leaning forward to pepper my neck in kisses.

“Do you know what sounds better?” I pull back. “Than orgasms? Uh, nothing.” His body shakes with laughter again. “No. Sleep.”

Somehow, he manages to get the cover pulled over us in record time, and before I know what’s happening, I’m snuggled up in the warmth, tucked safely into Lawson’s side. His hand snakes down and he palms my ass cheek, tugging me even closer. I writhe against him, trying to sit up to straddle him again to get this going once more, but he holds me down with one hand.

“Because I have plans for you tomorrow, and you’re going to need your energy.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now, sleep.”

I grumble, snuggling closer to him, another new thing since I typically hate touch like this. I don’t cuddle. It’s not my thing in the least. Yet, like so many other things when it comes to Lawson, I’m relishing it in a way that surprises me.

As such, the last thing I expected was to be waking up to Rory’s lips wrapped around my cock, but here I am anyway. I tangle my fingers through her hair, and she peeks up at me, her green eyes meeting my sleepy gaze.

She giggles around my dick, already back to sucking me. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” She pulls back again. “Finishing what I started.”

It’s truly a gorgeous sight. Feels even better too, her mouth wet and warm and applying just enough pressure. She takes her time, licking me like she’s cherishing me.

She nods, closing her lips around just the tip of me, sucking lightly, and it feels entirely too fucking good. I’m already so goddamn close it’s embarrassing.

“I want you to fuck my throat like you did my pussy.”

Her stare doesn’t waver from mine. She wants this. And fuck, I want it too. So damn badly.

“Open wide and relax for me, baby. I want to see how good that throat feels.” Like the good girl she is, she opens, and I slowly slide my cock into her mouth, working my length in and out, letting her adjust to the new angle.

“You want to touch that pretty pussy?” I ask, my cock lodged in the back of her throat. She nods, her eyes watering with unshed tears. “Do it,” I tell her. “I want to watch.”

It’s fucking magnificent watching her fingers glide through her wetness, hearing how slick she is for me as she pumps two inside of her in time with my thrusts.

I know the second she comes, letting out a muffled scream around my cock, and it’s only then that I finally pull out.

She’s gasping for air as I lie down next to her, moving her around like a doll until she’s situated on top of me, my cock brushing at her entrance. She’s facing away from me when I enter her, and she throws her head back on a groan. “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she sings as I buck up into her violently.

She continues to moan as she bounces on my cock, taking everything I give her and loving every second of it. She’s stunning right now, her head back as she rides me, and she feels even better, gripping me like she’s going to lose me at any second. It’s almost too much to watch her because I’m so fucking close it nearly hurts.

She groans as I fit her thighs around my head and plunge my tongue into her already dripping cunt. She tastes sweet, but a little like me, especially from our adventures last night. I love it. I love how we taste mixed together like this.

If this were the only thing I could have in my mouth for the rest of my life, I’d be good with that.

“Good morning,” she says innocently, and I laugh. Yeah, good morning indeed.

“No. I’m serious, Lucas. You are a good guy. You never let people see all the amazing things you do, so they miss out on seeing you for who you truly are. It makes me sad. I wish you’d share that part of you with more people.”

I’m not even picturing her naked or wet or anything like that. All I’m thinking of is how she accepts me. Even when I’m annoying or crass or do something to piss her off, she still doesn’t push me away and lets me in. Maybe… Maybe Rory could be that person I share all

I’m just about done frying the bacon when Rory comes padding down the stairs in nothing but my jersey. She brought it.

If I thought she looked good in it before—that night in my apartment and in the picture she sent me—I was wrong. Seeing her like this? Her hair wet after a shower, her face dewy and red from coming so much, and her legs wobbling…it’s ten times better than before.

She trips a little on the last step, her legs tired and nearly giving out. I smir...

Is she even wearing panties? If I were to reach over right now, would I feel her bare pussy against my hand? Would she be wet? Would she let me have her for breakfast?

I grab her chair, angling her my way and tipping her head back until she’s forced to look at me. I trace my thumb—the same one that traced her clit last night—over her supple bottom lip. Her breath catches as she stares up at me with wide, curious eyes. “No, Rory. I didn’t say your name because I knew you were watching.” She sucks in a breath. “I said your name because it was you I was thinking of long before you came out of your room.” I pinch the jersey between the fingers of my free hand. “Just like it was you I thought of the last time I stroked my cock, imagining you in nothing but this.”

“Yes, but I liked it. In fact, I liked it a little too much, and I had to talk my dick down because we were in public.”

If I hadn’t, it would have been hard, just like this.” I grab her hand, bringing it to my erect cock. I close my hand over hers, squeezing myself with both our palms. “I don’t know why, but that mouth of yours does that to me. It makes me feel things I haven’t felt before…makes me want things I’ve never wanted.”

I realize maybe this isn’t purely about sexual attraction. Because, yeah, I’m attracted to her. It’s something I made obvious the first moment I met her. It’s something more than that though, something…pure. I like Rory. A lot.

let her hand go, and she keeps hold of me, stroking my cock through my sweatpants while I drop my attention to her exposed thighs, the urge to know if she’s naked under this intensifying by the second.

Her grip tightens on my cock, and she knows exactly what she’s doing right now, teasing me the way she is. “I think you like prancing around here with nothing but my name and number on your back,” I continue, dropping my lips against hers, nipping at them roughly before moving my assault to her jaw.

“Come on, Lawson. Take a peek. You know you want to.” And fuck me, I do. I really, really do.

I grip her waist, inching the Serpents sweater higher and higher until I’m blessed with the loveliest sight. She’s naked under there all right, and she’s already dripping wet. Her arousal sticks to her legs, the insides of her thighs glistening as she presses her ass back toward me.

I waste no time gripping her hips, bowing her ass out toward me more, giving me access to my new favorite place.

I love the exhilaration that flows through me every time I put my skates on. But this? Rory bared to me like she is? I love this far more.

I pull away and laugh when she lets out a frustrated growl. “Lawson…” she objects. “Hands on the counter, Rory. Keep them there.”

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck. Mother…oh fuck!” She comes apart on my tongue for the second time this morning, and I pull away with a grin, loving the shake to her legs.

I massage her red cheeks, working away the sting I’m sure she’s feeling. “You love this, don’t you?” She bites her bottom lip, nodding. “Yes.”

I have no idea how long I keep my face buried in her ass, but it’s long enough that my cock is literally leaking against my sweatpants. If I don’t come soon, I’m going to make another mess all over myself when really, I want to come in her again.

I pick up her leg, setting her knee on the stool, then pull my pants down just enough to free myself and slam into her pussy without warning.

It’s just as good as it was last night, maybe even better, and it’s enough to have me emptying myself inside her, feeding her every last drop of my cum. I continue to slow-fuck her until I have nothing left to give, then I slip out, tugging her off the counter and hauling her into my arms.

I carry her up the stairs, and this time I do step into the shower with her, where I slide inside her again.

Especially when Lawson was so good at coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of me? I swear I’ve never had such a sex-fueled weekend where it actually hurt to walk, and yet, I truly believe if he waltzed into this office right now, I could go again. That’s how much I enjoyed myself this weekend.

You seem…different. Lighter. Happy.” In all my years working here, I’ve never, not once had anyone describe me as being happy. Sure, there have been occasions when I’ve come close to that, but I’ve never truly been walk around with a smile on my face kind of pleased. I guess a weekend with Lawson will do that to a person.

At the time, I intended to do just that, but then Lawson came swooping in, whisking me away on a weekend I’ll never forget, and I still haven’t told my sister, not even when she called me from her own vacation.

But this thing we’re doing, all this sex…it’s just that: sex. It’s not more. It can’t be…can it? Maybe.

This thing we’re doing is temporary. That’s all it can be, because I’ll be damned if I do something stupid like go and fall in love with him.

I…I miss Lawson. Or maybe I just miss naked Lawson. I can’t really tell.

“You’re so annoying.” “Yeah, I know, but you like that about me.” “I do not.” Do too, that annoying little voice says.