Lace and Bullets(35)

No barriers. No space. Nothing between them but sweat and sin and this feeling she didn’t dare name.

It couldn’t be love. Not now. Not with him.

She slid to the floor. Just the sight of his cock, thick and hard and pointing straight at her lips, sent another wave of pleasure through her body. She licked her lips and opened wide.

Damien shuddered as Mia raked her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She could drown in his taste, smother herself in his body. She wanted him to know what he did to her. How he shattered her with every orgasm. How he wedged himself in her heart with every thrust.

He wove his fingers through her hair as she slid down, her lips tight around his cock. His velvet head bumped the back of her throat and she tilted her head to take him deeper. Oh, God.

Mia’s whole sex throbbed with need.

Never in her life had giving head been this sexy, this empowering. But there she was on her knees in a hotel room feeling ten feet tall. Damien groaned as she lapped at his shaft and toyed with his ridge.

They might be opposites when it came to the outside world, but inside a hotel room, they were made for each other. If only they could stay inside this fantasy land forever.

Mia moaned as she bobbed her head and Damien’s hands twisted in her hair. His thighs shook and she dug her fingers into the taut muscle.

“Mia, you don’t…I’m…” Damien gritted out his warning, but Mia wasn’t stopping. Not now.

He’d just made her delirious with pleasure, knocked the air right out of her lungs with his tongue. She was damn well going to return the favor.

With another flick of her tongue, she took him deeper, ramming his spongy tip against the back of her throat over and over. Damn, it felt good. Right.

She didn’t know what it all meant or what would happen to them in the morning, but she couldn’t imagine her life without him. It would be so empty. So…barren.

Mia lapped at his shaft, adding her hand to stroke what she couldn’t lick, and sucked with all her might. A groan tumbled from Damien’s lips and his cock hardened inside her mouth. Mmm, that’s it. Come for me.

Another stroke of her hand and a tremor cascaded up his shaft. Mia moaned as the first burst of salty goodness hit her tongue. She swallowed as Damien thrust in shallow bursts into her mouth and rode his orgasm all the way out.

At last, he staggered back and Mia wiped her mouth with her hand.

“Damn, Mia. I’ve never…you’re…”

She smiled. “That’s good, right?”

He groaned and bent down to scoop her up in his arms. “Way better than good.” He walked them over to the bed and laid her down on the soft mattress.

It could have been a dingy motel with never washed sheets or a car on the side of the road. Mia wouldn’t have cared. She would have gone with him anywhere right then. He reached beneath her and tugged the comforter down.

“I don’t know who I am when I’m with you.” His words slid through her haze of pleasure and Mia smiled.

“Don’t think about it. Just live it.” She pulled him toward her and he paused to lick a nipple into his mouth.

He cupped her other breast in his hand and stroked until she whimpered. “You have beautiful tits, Mia. I could play with them for days.”

His fingers flicked back and forth and Mia squirmed. “But there’s something else you want, am I right?”

How did he know her so well? How did he get inside her head and inside her heart? Damn it to hell, but Mia couldn’t deny it. She could run from his body and try and escape a million different ways, but it was too late.

His ropes were already wrapped around her heart.

Before she could say a word, Damien rose up, hooking his arm beneath her leg. He crushed her thigh to her chest and his cock nudged at her entrance. Oh, yes. Take me right now.

She would never get enough of this high. His lips landed on hers and she arched her body, begging him to fuck her. But he held back, his cock toying with her slick heat, the velvet head bumping against her clit as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

Mia reached to run her hands over his body, but Damien grabbed them and pulled them high over her head. She was trapped. Between his arm holding her leg and his hand holding her wrists, she couldn’t move.

But she was done running away from this man. She was done fighting. He wanted her pinned beneath him? He wanted to hold her down as he broke their kiss to lap at her breast?

She’d arch her back and give it to him. Damien moaned around her nipple, flicking and lapping at the tight bud until it stood high and proud. God, she’d go with him straight to the depths of hell if it meant they could be like this.

He let her wrists go to fondle her other breast and Mia reached between their bodies. Her hands found his cock, still tacky with her spit. It throbbed in her hand and need hit her like a drug. Guiding him to her aching sex, she lifted her hips and begged. “Take me, Damien. Please.”