Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed(49)
His hands were just as rough and demanding with himself as they’d been with her panties, grasping both the denim and the cotton boxers underneath and pulling them down hard. Once they were halfway down his legs, he kissed her while fishing out his wallet and pulling out a condom. It didn’t take him long to cover his cock, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to finagle the angle to shove himself inside her pussy. She was almost panting then, desperate, needing him, and she realized her fingers were digging into his ass as if they would help guide him inside her warm, wet flesh. She even wrapped a leg around him as though it might move the proceedings along.
Without warning, though, he lifted her back up off the amp and sat on it himself while wrapping her legs around him. Then she was sitting in his lap facing him, her pointy nipples digging into his chest, his hands possessively gliding up her back, sending shivers up her spine. She was almost eye to eye with him and she drowned in his dark eyes. She lifted herself just enough to guide him inside and let out a loud breath. Yes. That had been all she’d wanted and everything she’d needed.
Stone made a noise that sent another charge through her nerves. God, he was hot and felt like heaven inside her, and she couldn’t help but move her hips so that he ground into her twice as hard as he would have had she been passive. One of his hands held her at the small of her back, but he brought his right hand up to her cheek. It felt so possessive, especially when she opened her eyes again and saw the way he was looking at her, consuming her with his eyes. He pressed his thumb against the corner of her mouth and so she tilted her head, pulling it into her mouth and sucking. His eyelids fluttered and he clenched his teeth, and she knew she was imagining it, but it felt like his cock had turned to solid steel. She gasped and he removed his thumb, only to slide his hand down the front of her body, wedging it in between them. She tilted back a little and he found her swollen clit and began rubbing against it, the friction causing her to soar. She mumbled something incoherent then, but her babbling soon became a kind of singing as she felt the walls of her world crashing down around her.
She didn’t know that she’d ever felt this good…or if she would ever be able to again.
Chapter Twenty
KORY WAS GIGGLING, her legs dangling like a rag doll’s with every step. After she and Stone lay on the floor of his trophy room for what felt like hours (but she knew hadn’t been), he picked her up in his arms and carried her, up one flight of stairs and then another. When he reached his bedroom, she asked, “Aren’t you tired?”
He shrugged, setting her down on the bed with a gentleness that belied his strength. “Yeah, but not from carrying you. What the hell do you think I do with all those weights down there?”
She laughed and heard Lady in the room, her dog tags jangling. Stone lay on the bed next to her, but his face hovered just above hers. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“I dunno. Maybe later.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to do it later. Now or never, babe.”
She giggled again, loving the strange feeling of being alive down to her core. “Fine. A glass of water would be great.”
“One glass of water comin’ up.” He stood and walked toward the stairwell, and she was able to appreciate the canvas that was his body. His arms, his back, his legs were covered in magnificent art, and she couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty.
As soon as he was down the stairs, though, Kory felt sleepy, unable to keep her eyes open, and when Stone got back with the water, she was out like a light. She woke up when he said, “Let’s get you under the covers” and pulled them out from under her so he could lay the sheet and comforter on top. As she awoke, she realized he’d turned off the air conditioning, and she could hear rain on the rooftop. He stood in front of the window and pulled a glass panel aside. In seconds, Kory could smell the fresh air filled with the scent of rain, damp earth, and pine trees, and she could feel the coolness, a chill she hadn’t felt since early spring. It was refreshing.
Stone got in bed next to her and held her close, her back snuggled up against his chest. “I live for moments like these.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They were quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the steady patter of rain on the roof and the ground below, and Kory felt Lady jump up on the bed, next to her master Stone, the little dog’s favorite place to be. Kory wasn’t able to drift off right away again, so she asked, “Now that I know your secret, tell me about your days as a drummer.”
“What do you want to know?”