One Night of Trouble(22)
“And this.”
He fingered her slowly.
“And this.”
He increased the tempo, pumping hard enough to make her cry out.
“I’ve been walking around with a hard-on all day, thinking about all the things I want to do to this sweet pussy.”
To prove it, he pressed his groin against her ass and rotated his hips, letting her feel every hard inch of him.
She moaned. “You’re such a tease.”
“Am I?” he said mockingly. “Hmmm. Does that mean you want me to stop?”
Brett cursed as he abruptly withdrew his finger. She spun around, a mixture of passion and agony flashing in her eyes. “I want you inside me.”
Despite the incessant throbbing of his cock, AJ managed a reckless grin. “Good. Because that’s exactly where I want to be.”
He nudged her back into position, idly toying with her clit as he reached into his pocket for the condom he’d stashed there. He didn’t take off his pants, just shoved them low enough to free his cock and then eased the blunt head into her opening. No foreplay needed—she was wetter than ever, so visibly aroused AJ knew she was more than ready for him.
He gripped her hips with both hands and plunged inside, filling her to the hilt. Pleasure crashed into him, the sensation so intense he swayed on his feet and had to take a second to blink through the black dots swimming in his vision.
Holy hell. He’d never felt anything like this before. Fierce need, acute pleasure. And, oddly enough, a sense of peace. He didn’t have to wear the good-guy mask with Brett. He could take her right here against this door, and to hell with anyone on the other side of it.
He shuddered when she wiggled her ass in an attempt to thrust backward against him. “Fuck me,” she pleaded hoarsely. “Please.”
His pulse sped up. So did his tempo. With every thrust and retreat of his hips, he drove deeper and harder inside her, giving in to the primal urge to claim her. Their heavy breathing and the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the air, a wicked soundtrack to their wicked joining.
AJ dug his fingers into her hips and sealed their bodies tighter together. “Fuck. Feels so damn good,” he choked out, his head falling in the crook of her neck.
He kissed her, tasted her, inhaled her. The scent of roses and lavender filled his nostrils, a fragrance that seemed almost too sweet for a woman wearing leather fuck-me boots and covered in tattoos.
His mouth traveled up the graceful column of her throat toward her ear. As he sucked gently on her earlobe, he slowed down, enjoying the spectacular sensation of sliding in and out of her tight sheath.
“No,” she blurted out. “Faster. Harder, damn it.”
“No.” He teased her earlobe with his tongue. One hand left her waist to circle her body, lazily seeking out her clit. The second he made contact, she bucked like a wild horse and let out a tormented moan.
“I like you like this.” His mouth abandoned her ear to whisper into the nape of her neck, the baby-fine hairs there tickling his lips. “Pinned against the wall, letting me take you from behind. I can’t see your eyes, but I can picture the look on your face. Hazy, desperate… Are you desperate, angel?”
“No, I’m angry.” She gave another backward thrust, her inner muscles bearing down on his cock as if to trap him inside her. “You’re talking too much when you should be making me come.”
AJ laughed at her impatience. He threaded his fingers through her hair, then tugged hard to twist her head toward him. The sight of her nearly did him in. Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with desperation, just as he’d predicted.
A sense of power washed over him, a jolt of adrenaline he’d only ever experienced in an MMA cage. He’d been with lots of women. Women who wanted him, women who loved every damn thing he did to them, but it had never been like this. Brett’s face conveyed naked passion that made his heart race. She didn’t hide a thing from him. She was raw and uninhibited and had no problem telling him—no, showing him—exactly what she wanted.
Except…he suddenly wanted something else tonight.
The relentless need to come had been replaced by a stronger one—the urge to control. To push their boundaries.
Releasing a slow, unsteady breath, he slid out of her body and removed the condom.
“What are you doing?” She was practically wailing, shock and disbelief etched into her pretty features. “Why are you stopping?”
“I’m trying something out.” He tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the door and tucked his monster erection back into his pants. “I want you to go home.”
Brett stayed rooted in place, her dress still bunched around her waist, her jaw wide open. “Are you kidding me? You want me to go home? Now? Are you insane?”