The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3), Samantha Lind [the unexpected everything txt] 📗

Pushing up the bed, I lay down next to her. We’re both relaxed and sated after our mutual orgasms. I let her bask in the hormones that are no doubt coursing through her veins right now, giving her a little bit before I press on to anything else that might transpire tonight. I just had the most gorgeous woman’s clit in my mouth, her taste still prominent on my tongue. There’s no way I want to rush her, at this point, and ruin my chances of actually sinking balls deep inside of her body. Letting her ruin me for good.

“Come here,” I say, my words coming out just above a whisper. I lift up my arm, giving her the perfect place to curl her body into. I can’t stop the smile from filling my face when she rolls into my side, tucking her body against my own. She finally settles once her head is resting on my chest, a leg placed overtop my own and her hand resting on my abs.

“This okay?” she asks. I can’t tell if she’s tired or if that is worry in her voice that I’m not okay with this.

“It’s perfect,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her body, loving the feel of her skin against mine.

We lay here in silence. I can’t see her face, so I’m not sure if she’s fallen asleep. I know I could easily fall asleep like this with Carmen in my arms. I realize she isn’t sleeping when her fingers start tracing the ink I have along my ribs. A large compass, always leading me back home when I need it the most. When I start to make bad decisions and need that pull to get my head on straight.

“You okay?” I finally break the silence to ask.

“Perfect,” she whispers into my skin. I feel her lips brush against my chest as she turns her head slightly. My cock stirs at the contact of her lips and any spot on my body. I roll us until she’s under me and I can hover over her once again.

“I can show you perfect,” I say as my lips find the soft skin just below her ear. She shifts, allowing our bodies to be a little better aligned, and I can feel her wetness as I slide my once again hard cock through her folds and along her clit.

“Mhmmm,” she moans as I nip at her skin, soothing the sting with a lap of my tongue.

“Can I fuck you?” I ask, not wanting to just assume.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

Fuck, shit, god-dammit. I internally start running through things in my mind, hoping and praying that I have a condom stuck in my wallet. “Let me check,” I tell her, pushing off her and sliding off the bed. I locate my jeans in the heaping pile of clothes on the floor, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. I rummage through it, looking through all of it for one. Coming up empty, I toss the offending piece of leather on the floor, pissed that I don’t have one on me. “Fuck!” I curse under my breath. “Looks like we’re out of luck,” I grumble in my annoyance.

“Maybe check the minibar?” Carmen suggests and I spring into action. I pull every box and bottle from the area, not seeing what I need.

“Check those little boxes, maybe?” Carmen says, pointing to two small boxes on the edge of the minibar. One is a sewing kit. Who knew they still made those? Hallelujah, I could almost sing to the angels above. The second box is saving this night for me, for sure. Inside is three condoms and three packets of lube. I toss the box to Carmen, who’s still on the bed, just sitting up now as she watched me clear out the minibar.

“Who would have thought the damn minibar would be saving us tonight?” I ask as I crawl back into the bed. I sit back on my haunches and stroke my cock.

“Can I?” Carmen asks, a little timidly, holding up the condom so I can see. She’s already torn the package open and has the condom between her fingers.

“Fuck yes, you can,” I tell her, letting go of my cock.

I watch as she reaches out for it, giving me two strokes before she places the condom over my crown and rolls it down my shaft. “God-damn your hands feel amazing,” I tell her, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

The moment our lips connect, it is like fucking fireworks go off overhead. I could seriously kiss this woman for hours, definitely every day.

With the condom firmly in place, I roll us back to how we were before, with Carmen under me. My cock slides through her folds again as I capture her lips in a bruising kiss. I roll my hips, hitting her clit with my crown, which has her moaning into my mouth. I roll them once more before I reach down, aligning myself with her entrance and then thrusting inside. I don’t stop until I’m balls deep and holy-fucking-shit. I’ve never felt something so perfect a day in my life.

“Fuck, Carmen, you’re perfect,” I tell her as we break the kiss. I start out thrusting slowly, letting my cock tease her as I drag it out and quickly snap my hips to thrust back inside. I repeat this a handful of times. Each drag of my cock has Carmen digging her nails into my back. I’m sure she’s drawn blood by now, but fuck it, the bite of pain is egging me on.

“Faster,” she moans, and I listen. Quickening my rhythm, my hips start snapping back and forth fast as I feel her body start to flutter around my shaft. I adjust one of her legs to sit up higher on my hip, which in turn allows me to slide just a hair deeper, hitting yet another trigger spot deep inside her pussy.

“Take what you need, baby,” I tell