Brielle’s suggestion to enjoy this while giving him a chance to surprise me rings through my mind. When it’s like this, when he’s so close, all the concerns which felt so big moments ago don’t matter at all.
I tug at the fabric of his t-shirt and he stands. I watch, completely fascinated, as he allows his cut to fall from his shoulders, catching it and hanging it on a hook while his eyes take in the way I’m naked and on display.
For him.
In his space.
My thighs rub together and I let out a little whimper. He smirks as he straightens, his boxer briefs and jeans around the boots he’s just stepped out of. His hand wraps around the base of his cock and I lick my lips as he strokes himself slowly.
“You like watching me stroke my dick while taking in how fucking sexy you look laid out for me, Hollywood?”
My head tips to the side and I bite the edge of my lower lip, a moan threatening to spill out. Before my next heartbeat, Hawkins is there, looming over me and using the breadth of him to push me flat on my back.
“Don’t hold back those moans, Quincy,” his voice is a warning. “I want to hear you.”
I reach for him, needing the weight of him, craving it in a way I’ve only ever felt with him. “Please,” I mewl.
When his mouth crashes down on mine, the kiss feels like something more than just the primal need to be as close to each other as possible. The sensation wraps around me, and my nails dig into my biker’s shoulders.
“Hawkins,” I gasp and he nips at the sensitive skin of my neck. My back arches and my grip tightens on him. “Please fill me with your cock and cum.” I can’t stop the waver in my voice, not from fear, but from pure fucking desire.
“Fuck,” he barks.
His forehead falls against my collarbone. Then he’s burying his length inside of me in one thrust and I let out a sound which is part yelp and part sin. He groans and then he starts to move.
Our eyes lock and he growls, “I’ll be making love to you next, Hollywood, but this time will be a quick fuck to take the edge off.” When my walls squeeze around him, my body responding to the filthy promise in his words, the way his lip curls makes my nipples painfully hard. He slams into me, my tits jiggling and my fingers scrambling to hold on tighter. “You need it just as bad as I do,” his voice is pure seduction.
And he’s right.
“Yes,” I admit, “I need it. Need you,” my words slur.
Lust takes over, my body moving in time with his while begging, pleading with every movement, for more. He gives me everything I could ever dream of and my brain, blissfully, stops.
No worries about what I’m doing with my life.
No concerns about how I can have everything I want while trapped in something I’m not sure I want anymore.
Just him.
And the way my body hums with his touch.
He cocoons me in his warmth, in his affection. And I want it to be all mine with every thump of my heart.
“That’s it,” he encourages me, “you’re going to come so fucking hard. Your pleasure is mine; give it to me.” He snarls, “Mine.”
Andjust like that, I shatter. Completely. My eyes roll back in my head, and his name is a soundless movement of my lips. He steals my voice while I’m flung into a bliss which feels too big to contain.
Not by me alone.
Hawkins slams into me. Once. Twice.
On the third time, he lets out a growl that is feral and sexy as fuck.
“So, fucking perfect,” he rumbles, “and all mine.”
I can only hope it’s real. Because I want to be his. Badly.
CHAPTER 12
