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Invasive, overwhelming, intimate—all the things she’d never once allowed. Not like this. She was at his mercy, and the quick bite of fear drowned under a deluge of pleasure.
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing hard and relentlessly. Her nails dug into his forearms as words, sounds, the room, everything disappeared into the chasm of pure bliss. When oxygen became paramount, she dragged in a breath, and the swipe of his tongue brought her back into herself.
He gentled his grasp but didn’t let her go as he lapped at her. The flat of his tongue opened her wider, and he found her clit again. She struggled against the vortex of pleasure. She couldn’t survive it again. Not and stay upright. “More.”
She shook her head. There was no way she could give him any more.
He looked up at her, his mouth and chin wet with her. He licked at her folds lazily. “I love how your thighs quiver. That’s how I know.”
He tugged off the rest of her hoodie and stripped her to the skin. He stood and lifted her until she clutched around him with both arms and legs. His dress pants abraded her delicate tissues, but instead of drawing back, she undulated her hips against him. It would probably kill her, but she was revved for more.
The short hairs of his buzz cut tickled under her fingertips as she palmed the top of his head, then slanted her mouth over his. He jerked back, but she latched on to him. She could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue. The smoky remnants of the liquor made for a heady mix of flavors. The kiss was anything but sweet. The crush of his mouth on hers, the dominant angle of his head, and the hypnotic stroke of his tongue made her want more. The chain of the rosary he wore dug into the side of her wrist. The nip of pain and the full-body press as he crawled onto the bed with her wrapped around him kicked her into motion.
She scuttled back, her fingers at his zipper.
He tried to push her hands away, but she wasn’t going to be held back again. She wanted to touch him this time. She peeled his pants over the muscular curve of his ass. She smoothed her fingers over the lighter skin. His cock sprang free and bobbed between them. She smiled up at him. His face was all serious and intense, his jaw locked around a growl. She smiled wider and cupped her palm under his shaft.
Had she ever made a man growl before?
With the lightest of touches, she skittered her fingertips over the suede softness of his head. He jerked in her hand. “Are you going to just play with it?”
She laughed. “Maybe.”
The cross of his rosary swung in front of her. The dichotomy of religion and hot, near-stranger sex made her heart kick. The chain slithered over her forearm, tickling her as she grasped him. His groan burrowed into her. The power of the sound matched the volume as her grip intensified. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she clasped the base of his cock. The underside of his shaft pressed into her belly.
“Tell me you have something.”
He buried his forehead into the pillow beside her head and thrust into her hand. “God, I hope there’s something in here.” She pumped his shaft, and he stilled above her. “Not helping.”
She hiked her knee over his hip. “Incentive to find a condom. Until then…” She grazed the underside of his cockhead and up to the split at the top. Precum coated the pad of her thumb. She watched him as she slid her thumb between her lips.
“Fuck.”
He was salty and warm. “Well, hurry up.”
He reached over her and fumbled in the drawer beside the bed. He leaned back, his dress pants bunched around his knees. She followed him up and swiped her tongue under the head. He groaned, “Kendall.”
She looked up at his warning tone, letting his shaft slide along the cup she’d made with her tongue. She flattened it, enjoying the texture of his veins and widening shaft until he hit the back of her mouth. She tried to relax, but it had been a long time since she’d done this. She fisted his shaft and sucked around the tip of him. He slid his fingers into her hair.
“Christ.”
She closed her eyes and eased him in deeper. His grip on her hair tightened, and the bites of pain urged her to take more of him. She let him go with a soft, suckingpop. His face was even stonier. She dug her nails into the tops of his thighs. “Giving up so soon?”
He stumbled off the bed and into the bathroom. He came back with a strip of condoms and flipped her onto her back. “You are going to be the death of me.” The amused grunt was the first time she’d heard anything remotely friendly from his mouth.
She rose onto her elbows and flicked her hair over her shoulder. She watched him take his cock in hand. Part of her wanted to stop and watch him stroke himself. To watch him erupt in his hand, but it was too dark. And she wanted him inside her far too much.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” He rolled the condom over his shaft.
Her smile grew wider. “Like what?”
He didn’t answer; instead he crawled over her, the rosary cross teasing the skin between her breasts as he settled himself between her thighs. She pushed the pillows out of her way. Want and curiosity replaced the fire and neediness.
He slid the tip of his cock through her folds and stared down at her. Her hazy restlessness seemed to have transferred to him. He drew her leg up and draped her calf over his shoulder. Curiosity dissolved with each inch into her. The angle opened her wide and let him thrust into her until every single tissue and muscle was stretched to accept him.
She reached over her head for the headboard and tried to lever herself up to meet him, but he pinned her into the bed. His eyes glittered in the moon-spun dark as his hands rested beside her head. He slowly rocked inside her with a groan. She cried out. Overwhelmed and unable to do anything but take what he gave her, she gripped his shoulders.
She wanted to flip him, to be in control, but with each glide of his cock inside her she opened more, accepted more. He filled her so completely that darkness pulled in and around her, drenching her in his amber-soaked scent. With each breath she drew in, he pushed deeper. Each breath out was torture because all she wanted was the closeness, the fullness. All she wanted was Shane.
