Cast the Cards by Shyla Colt Page A

pussy through your shorts. Are you going to let
me taste you after I make you come?”
    The
erotic image of his head between her legs sent her hurtling up the precipice
she’d climbed to at the speed of light.
    The
sound of a zipper being pulled down brought her back to the present. He parted
the miniscule piece of fabric and worked it down her hip, stopping to kiss the
new patch of skin revealed to his hungry gaze. Shoving the shorts to her ankles,
he hovered in front of her moist center.
    “I
can smell how badly you want me, Vannah.” He ran his fingers along the side of
her boy-cut black briefs, and she trembled.  His finger slipped inside and
caressed her swollen clit. She purred.
    “I
like that sound. I want to hear you make it again.”  He circled her swollen nub
a few more times and dipped into her entrance. “You’re so hot and tight.”
    “Carey.”
Whimpering, she begged him for release with her eyes.
    “I
always was a sucker for those eyes.” Removing his hand, he slipped his fingers
into his mouth and moaned. “You’re delicious. I think I need a better taste.”
    He
pushed down her underwear and latched his mouth onto her pussy in one swift
swoop.
    “Oh
God!”
    Sucking
her clit into his mouth, he hummed, inserting a finger, and began to thrust.
She buried her fingers into his soft hair and writhed. The pressure began to
build. Her walls quivered. He pulled away.
    “No!”
    “I
want to be inside you when you come. Buried so deep neither of us can remember
all the fucked-up shit going on around us.”
    The
raw honesty behind his words killed herfaster than any prettied words would
have.
    “Yes.”
    “Thank
God.” His mumbled words made her smirk. Kicking off her flip flops, she stepped
from the material encasing her ankles.
    He
stood, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down around his ankles as he sat back
down on the chair. His cock sprang free. Ten inches of quivering male seeped
milky white fluid. A vein ran on the underside of his girth. There would be no
bed, dim lighting, or whispers. This was release and comfort. A moment of
blissful peace during the constant barrage of pain they’d been forced into at
every turn with this case.
    “Protection?”
    Swiveling
his chair he rummaged in the desk drawer and turned back around with a reflective
square in his hand.  She snatched it from his fingertips and grinned.
    “I
believe it’s my turn.”
    With
a firm grip on his cock she bent and flicked the vein that stood out in his
swollen member. He jerked and grunted. The guttural sound made her pussy gush
liquid that spilled onto her upper thighs.
    “Vannah.”
Pulling back, she stroked him until iridescent beads of liquid flowed in a
steady stream. Licking her hand clean she opened the square and rolled the
condom down on his rock-hard shaft. She climbed onto his lap.
    “Guide
yourself in, Carey.”
    When
he grasped the base of his cock, she eased down onto him. Her fingers dug into
his shoulders as he spread her walls. Flexing around him, she moaned. His
masculine grunt joined her as she stretched to accommodate him inch by inch.
    When
she was fully seated she nodded.  He grasped her hips, lifted her up, and
brought her down in smooth strokes that made her cry out. Their gazes were like
lasers locked onto a target. There were no words. The sound of lovemaking and
rapid breathing filled the room.
    Her
muscles clamped down on him. A miniature earthquake swept through her body. White
light flooded behind her eyelids. Pumping faster, he rode through the
explosion, joining her a few moments later. His harsh, strangled cry echoed in
her ears.
    Spent,
she draped herself over him. Their sweat-slickened bodies molded together as
they came down.
    ***
    “Wow
seems like an underwhelming word, but it’s all I got.”
    She
laughed and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. We’re going to be