Smoke Signals by Catherine Gayle Read Free Book Online

it.”
    “I’m not ever going to do anything like that to you.”
    “Then I not come. But you? You can come.”
    The fact that she was so convinced that she couldn’t—shouldn’t?—get pleasure from sex pissed me off to no end. Good thing that, asshole that I knew I was, I was also one stubborn son of a bitch.
    I kissed her, deep and hard, letting my weight drop down to cover her. She spread her legs, opening herself to me. But was it instinct or desire? Probably still instinct. Fucking asswipes had screwed with her head.
    So I touched her. Everywhere. I molded her plump tits to my palms. I kneaded her firm ass, grinding her up against me. I kissed and licked and nibbled on every available inch of skin, determined to arouse her the way she aroused me. Her breathing picked up, and a light sheen of sweat broke out all over her body.
    “Fuck me. I’m ready.”
    “Not yet, baby. Soon.” I was desperate to believe her, but no way was I going to put my needs before hers.
    My cock pulsed against her panties. I was so close, but so fucking far from where I wanted to be. Even through that thin barrier of cloth, her pussy felt like an inferno, a raging heat I was desperate to feel all around me.
    But her eyes were still vacant. Empty. Staring at the ceiling again.
    “I’m ready, Razor. No more foreplay. Fuck me.” Over and over again, she told me the same thing.
    And maybe now she was. Maybe I was reading too much into the lack of expression, the vacant stare.
    Stretching my hand down between our bodies, I edged her panties to the side and found her lower lips slick and swollen. Hell yes. I’d affected her, despite all her claims, and I was damned well going to make her come whether she thought I could or not.
    I rolled off her and tugged her panties down her legs. Her pussy was totally bare. Not surprising since that was a staple of the porn industry, but it still threw me for a loop. Most women I’d been with had at least a landing strip. One woman I’d dated last season was constantly going to get herself Vajazzled. I’d thought it was ridiculous, but whatever. It was her body, her decision.
    I grabbed the box of condoms we’d brought back to the hotel with us and took one out before ripping it open and suiting up. When I came back to the bed, Tori spread her legs wide, giving me a full view. She stroked a finger through the slick folds of her sex before bringing that finger up to her mouth and sucking it clean. She licked her lips, lowering her lids to half-mast, before biting down on her bottom lip.
    That was absolutely a porn star move. Every bit of it was meant for the nonexistent cameras, for the assholes who’d be jacking off at home while they watched on their computer screens. Damn if it didn’t turn me on, even though I knew exactly what it was.
    I’d barely settled myself between her legs before she was drawing her knees up. I positioned my cock at her opening and thrust. She gasped and took me balls deep in a single stroke, even though she was the tightest fit I’d ever experienced.
    I wasn’t so sure about that gasp, though. It was somewhere between pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t make out which end of the equation it was closer to. “You all right?” I asked, levering myself up on my elbows so I could see her face.
    She wouldn’t look at me. Whatever the hell was up on the ceiling had to be the most fascinating thing ever, since she couldn’t seem to look away from it even with me filling her. “Fine. Fuck me, Razor.”
    I still couldn’t read a damn thing in her face. It was a mask, conveying nothing at all. Before I could make up my mind about what to do, she circled her hips and hooked her ankles behind my back, locking us together as she continued to move.
    “God, beautiful. You feel so good.” Too fucking good. I dropped my head to the mattress, burying my nose in her hair as we started to move together. It didn’t take long before I was lost. In the moment. In her. I didn’t