Page 190 of Always: A Legacy Novel

He pushed her back further onto the pool table, until her bare backside was resting against royal purple velvet, and the spikes on her heels rested on the carved wood edge. Without warning, his fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, and he leaned down to bury his face between her thighs.

She felt everything.

His tongue tunneled into her pussy, his nose nudged along the hood of her clit, and his teeth nipped along her folds. He was all there, sucking biting, his tongue driving relentlessly, and his breath pulsing against her, making her even hotter than she already was.

Catherine tried to stay upright, because shit, she really liked the sight of Cross between her thighs, eating like he was starved and she was the best meal. She couldn’t, though, instead falling to her back, arching high, and reaching for him at the same time. Her hips lifted into his mouth as his tongue slid higher, teasing an already oversensitive clit, his mouth opened wide, and he sucked on damn near all of her.

He got his scream, then.

Catherine came hard.

“Cross!”

She felt the loss of his mouth and heard a muttered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Catherine opened her eyes again. The unzipping of a zipper echoed, and a shuffle of fabric followed. He was already sliding a condom down his cock by the time her vision entirely cleared. Catherine bit the edge of her hand, trying to soothe overstretched nerves as she was yanked back to the edge of the pool table again.

“No, no,” Cross said, tugging her hand away. “I put what I want in your mouth, not the other way around.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly, Catty.” His words were spoken with a sneer, while the head of his cock ran up and down her slit. “It’s empty in here—do you know how loud you’re going to be? Say hello to the neighbors, babe. Don’t hold back, now.”

Cross’s hands found her waist, and he pulled her into him without mercy. She was suddenly spit open, her thighs ached from being pushed wide, and she was full. It was so damn good. Catherine’s shaky sigh came out filled with relief.

“Too long,” Cross said, hearing her unspoken words. He was slow as hell on the withdrawal, but wasted no damn time slamming back into her again. Catherine whined her agreement, and her fingers locked tight around his wrists for some kind of support. “There we are—just come now, babe. I fuck, you give it to me.”

That sounded perfect to her.

Brutal would probably be the best way to describe how hard and deep his next thrusts came, but Catherine didn’t mind at all. She begged for it, really. Needed it.

She remembered when they were younger, and how soft and easy sex had been with him. She remembered learning how to fuck, how to come, and how to trust. She had learned all of those things with him, and that’s why she never felt unsafe, even when he did something that was new, like grabbing her throat hard enough to take just a bit of air away.

Catherine’s eyes flew wide, and darted to Cross. She found a silent question resting there, but she was fine. His hand slid just an inch higher, so his thumb could slide along her lips, while his other hand fisted into her dress.

“Get the fuck up here,” was all he grunted out before yanking her up back up from the pool table to be upright again. His mouth found hers, his pace never slowed, and she let go. It was too much—too much sensation between him her, his hands roughing her, and his mouth loving her. It was just too much. Catherine couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if she tried.

“My girl, my girl, my girl,” she heard breathed in her ear as she shook through the bliss.

She could feel the tensing in his back, and she knew he was close. His final few thrusts came hard enough to hurt, but it only really added to the aftershocks washing through her bloodstream.

“I gotta bring you with me or something, Christ,” Cross muttered into her neck.

Catherine laughed, and fell back to the pool table. “What, to Chicago?”

“Wherever the hell I go.” He leaned down to kiss her, and stayed there, still semi-hard and pulsing inside her pussy. “Anywhere, Catty.”

She agreed.

Then, she looked to the side.

“Oh, my God.” Catherine rested the palm of her hand on her forehead, surveying the uncovered wall of windows, and the high-rise condo just across the street that had a perfect fucking view. “I forgot about that.”

“I didn’t. Give ‘em a show, babe.”

She smacked him on his shoulder. “Cross!”

“Keep acting like that; you know we’re going to do it again.”