Fear and excitement spike in me, and I wriggle underneath him. He shoves a jean-clad thigh between my legs, and I gratefully grind against it.
The sneer on his face is utterly lascivious as he peruses my half naked body. My hip tattoo starts at the bottom of my thigh but travels up my side until the ornate flowers just touch the bottom of my ribs.
His gaze follows the trail upward and then flickers as he reads the lines of text tattooed under my breast. “If you want to be free, give everything up that weighs you down.”
I think it’s appreciation in his expression, but I don’t know him well enough to say for sure.
Brexley’s sneer turns into a full-on leer when his eyes catch on my pierced nipples.
“Gold,” he mutters with appreciation. He toys with one, then the other. I groan as liquid melts at my center. When he tugs slightly at one, I yelp and grind harder. The little pain spike only makes me wetter.
“Fuck me.” My demand comes out hoarse.
His irises flash an eerie blueish-white color.
Whoa, what kind of mage is he? He has to be pretty powerful to be working security for Gigi.
My wonder is gone the moment his lips latch onto my nipple ring. His tongue expertly plays with the barbell, sending hot sparks straight to my core. He unzips my pants and pulls back enough to rip them down my legs, my panties going with them.
Before I can do or say anything, he buries his face between my legs.
I cry out. My knees try to bend up and out, but I’m restrained from the pants wrapped around my ankles. He laps at me like a goddamn starving animal. Hot shivers roll through me as I’m devoured. My hips can’t stop bucking and I grab his thick hair, rubbing his face even harder against where I need it most.I ache, I need, I need, I ache.
He growls into me and the vibration, along with his scruff, drives me to the edge of madness.
I’ve disappeared into a fog of arousal and sex. There is nothing else but the firestorm raging inside of me, burning hard and fast as I race upward toward orgasm. Then it hits me and I’m screaming bloody murder as I hump Brexley’s face, riding it like my life depends on it. My inner muscles clench and shiver, releasing tension I’ve built up for days.
Brexley has trapped my clit between his skilled lips and continues to suckle it as I ride him. Then as my body starts to relax, his fingers push their way into me and the penetration, so shocking, filling me, sends me right into another orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream, my head thrown back.
Then he’s gone, replaced by cold air, even as I continue to shudder through the tail end of release.
Blinking, I try to clear my foggy vision. Brexley’s pants are unzipped and his thick cock juts out from them. No underwear. Fae lords, why is that so hot?
Even hotter, he pumps his hard dick with his hand while studying me with a gaze so scorching it could be mistaken for murderous rage. He licks my desire off the fingers of his other hand, while making sounds of satisfaction. Like he’s tasting a delicious cream instead of the remnants of my orgasm.
Despite what I’m seeing, my brain doesn’t compute. Guys don’t like oral. They do it as a means to an end. Most of the one-nighters I’d had were lackluster at best, if they did it at all.
“So fucking good, I could eat you all day, little Red.” He slides his middle finger all the way in his mouth before sucking it off with a loud noise of appreciation.
Well, fuck me.
The thing between his legs is a goddamn beast, so long and thick, it’s as unreal to me as the rest of his body.
I whimper, pressing my legs together, feeling painfully empty.
Those irises flash icy white again, as if he knows. He shoves his pants down over his ass. At the same time, I kick my pants the rest of the way off.
I might have been somewhat sated. I might have gotten my wits back after that last orgasm. But I’m a whimpering, horny mess at the sight of him naked.
My legs fall open.
He doesn’t make me wait. Brexley drives his dick into me with a punishing force. My entire body jolts up along with the bed, which protests with a loud creak. When he slams in at the hilt, I let loose a breathless scream. Pain and pleasure war for dominance, but either way, I’m winning.
I’m stretched, filled to a near painful degree. But then he moves, and the friction is scalding and delicious. That cock drags back and forth inside me and my greedy inner muscles clench and tighten around him, not wanting to let go for even a second.
He slams into me over and over again. My legs wrap around him, heels digging into his lower back, while my nails cut into his shoulders.
