Raw and Dirty(48)

“Don't just study it, Pint-Size, put your mouth around it.”

I glare up at him and grab the base of his shaft in tight fingers until he groans, sliding his fingers through my hair until he gets a good grip. This is so wrong, I think frantically as he guides my face to the tip of his cock and pushes it against my gently parted lips. But I like it.

Being with Royal is like driving a sports car down the freeway at a hundred and twenty miles an hour, taking hairpin turns and throttling the accelerator at every straight stretch. It's fast and crazy and fun, spiking the blood with adrenaline and making everything else outside the windows seem meaningless.

Do it enough times, though, and you're going to crash. It's almost inevitable.

Somehow, whenever Royal's around, I can't seem to make myself care.

This moment, it's no different.

I open my lips wider and take as much of him as I can into my mouth, groaning at the sensation of his thick, full cock resting against my tongue. The sound makes Royal curl his fingers tighter in my hair, fingertips brushing against my scalp as I push him in as deep as I can. I graze my teeth lightly against his skin as I pull back, just enough to tease but not enough to hurt.

“Harder,” he grunts, pushing me back down, making me swallow him whole as my fingertips curl around the waistband of his jeans. “Don't hold back on me, sweetheart. We aren't making love here. Just get the job done.”

I bite a little harder, still afraid of hurting him when his grip tightens on my scalp.

“More. I like it raw and dirty, babe,” he tells me, pushing himself deeper when I try to pull back. I have to breathe through my nose, bringing my left hand up to grab the base of his shaft so I can cover him completely, sheathe the entire length of him with my body.

I press down with my teeth until he grunts and bucks his hips again, sliding back and drawing a deep, guttural groan from his throat, like a wolf's low, rumbling growl. Right now, here, down on my knees like this, I feel like he's the alpha and I'm his mate, that I'm claiming him at the same time he's claiming me.

The thought's embarrassing as hell, but at least I'm the only one that knows about it, that knows how much it's getting me off.

I slide forward again, hitting my fist with my lips, scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin of his shaft while he groans and thrusts, hitting the back of my throat with each violent movement. When he comes, he comes hard, and he doesn't hold back, pinning my face to him as he finishes inside my mouth.

I slide back, swallowing hard, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“We should get the fuck out of here,” he says, but he pulls me to my feet and shoves me over the table instead. “But I'm not going until I get some of this.”

I gasp as Royal reaches around and unzips me, yanking my leather pants down my hips before I can even get the breath back to protest.

Not that I'd want to.

I want this more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life.

I want him. Inside of me. Right now.

Royal's moist cock probes my opening, sliding straight into me with a single thrust, bringing a gasp and a cry to my lips that echoes around the empty room. True to his word, he doesn't hold back, slamming into my ass again and again, his balls slapping my bare flesh as he grunts and groans, dragging a small scream from me that I couldn't keep back if I tried.

My hands splay out against the black of the tabletop, my cheek pressed firmly against the wood. My entire body is liquid right now, fluid and immovable. All I can feel is the hard warmth of Royal's bare body inside of mine, opening me up, stretching me wide. I'm definitely sore from last night, but the pain only adds to the violent heat and frenzy of the moment, the raw brutality of a fuck that's just a fuck. I don't know what the hell happened to us last night, but it wasn't this, this wild mating frenzy that's fucking my mind almost as hard as Royal's fucking my body.

When he starts tensing behind me, his hands hard and unyielding against my hips, I realize that he's about to come inside of me, no barrier, nothing. I need to ask him to stop, but the words refuse to come to my lips, my body too desperate for him to let go.

“Royal.” I manage to moan his name, but it only comes out as a groan, a plea for more. “Royal.” Again.

“Say my fucking name, Lyric,” he growls, shoving his body into me over and over. “Say it.”

“Oh God, Royal,” I cry as he manages to come again, even harder than before, filling me up and bringing tears of pleasure to my eyes as he leans over and finds my clit, rubbing it hard with a few final thrusts, making me come around him in a violent spasm.

I'm standing there panting, his body still sheathed inside of me, his hands on my hips, taking deep gasping breaths to fill my lungs. My head is spinning and my body's trembling with the surge of hormones.