Precarious(63)

His lips quirk, but he quickly swipes it away and nods. “I still shouldn’t have said what I said. Penny matters, Ash. But I should have never made you think you didn’t matter, too. ‘Coz you do. More than you know.”

My hazy mind processes his words, and my lust kicks up. I find myself taking a step closer, wanting him again, needing to remember how his mouth tasted. I don’t ask him; I don’t even speak. It’s a risk, I know that, but I walk forward and climb over him, straddling his hips. He sucks in a breath as my mouth lowers, finding his neck and sucking the slightly salty skin there. God, he tastes so good, and when he rumbles I can feel it radiating through my body.

“You think this is a good idea?” he growls, placing his hands on my hips.

“Why not?” I murmur, sliding my tongue up his flesh. “We’re both alone, and we both want it. I need you to make me feel, Krypt. Please. Everything is so bad right now. You’re the only good thing I have left.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “What about your shoulder?”

“My shoulder will be fine while I ride you,” I whisper, nipping his earlobe. “Don’t turn me away, you know I need you.”

“Do I?” he growls.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Shit is complicated right now. You know that,” he breathes, his big body relaxing beneath me as my mouth works his flesh.

“Because of Penny?” I whisper, moving my mouth across his cheek until I’m kissing the side of his mouth.

“Yeah, amongst other things,” he groans, and I can feel his fingers tighten around my hips.

“Is she your old lady?”

He jerks my hips forward, grinding them against him. “No.”

“Is she going to be your old lady?”

He hisses when my hands find his jeans, and I unbutton them. “No,” he rasps.

“Then there is nothing stopping me from riding your cock right here and right now.”

“Babe,” he protests, but it’s so weak his voice really doesn’t sound like he means it.

“What do you want, Krypt? Decide, now, because I won’t be the play thing between you and her,” I growl, sliding my hand down into his jeans and rubbing my palm over his already throbbing cock.

“You know I want to fuck you,” he hisses. “I need to feel your pussy around me, squeezing my cock like it’s the last thing it’ll ever do.”

“Then there really is no question, is there?”

I slide his cock free, raising myself up and slipping my panties aside before lowering down and letting just the head of his thick length slide into my opening. “Do you want me to stop?” I murmur, meeting his lusty gaze.

“You know I fuckin’ don’t. Shit, babe, if you’re goin’ to torture me at least make it fuckin’ worthwhile.”

“Oh,” I breathe, sliding down further until he’s stretching me so perfectly. “I’m going to make it worthwhile.”

I shove myself down hard and fast, causing an agonized groan to leave his lips. His fingers tighten around my hips and he mutters a few choice curses before he pulls out and thrusts back upwards, causing my fingers to go up and curl in his hair, tugging until his head comes forward and his lips find mine. My shoulder aches, but it’s not enough to stop me. Kissing Krypt is like licking candy—he tastes so damned good, and his lips are so rugged and manly. He kisses a girl like he’s never going to see her again, and she means the world to him.

He makes it count.

His tongue does things to mine that I can’t even begin to describe. He brings my body to life as if he’s always been the lighter to my torch. My nipples turn into hard peaks, and I lean forward, rubbing them against his chest. This earns me more curse words and a “you’re fuckin’ wild.” His cock seems as though it continues to swell inside me, stretching me, opening me for his assault. His mouth devours mine and our bodies mold together as if we were made to fit.

“I need to come, Krypt,” I whimper against his mouth as my pussy clenches tightly around his invading cock.

“Then come,” he barks, his jaw tight. “I want you to come so fuckin’ hard I feel it in my spine, so fuckin’ do it.”

At his words, my pussy convulses and I lose control. I throw my head back and cry out his name. In a rugged tone, he grates out my name, all the while slamming his hips up harder and faster until I can see it in his face that he’s about to find his own release. He gets this look, this gorgeous, pleasured look that has my skin prickling. His lips part just slightly, and his eyes flutter partly closed, almost as if they’re too lazy to stay just slightly open.