Sweat ran down my back as I gave him what he demanded. What both of us craved. My muscles burned. It was rough, intense and I wouldn’t change anything about it. We scratched and pulled at each other, needing the connection more than anything.
A tingle spread from my tailbone to my neck before crashing into me hard. I screamed, his name leaving my lips as his hips sped up.
Brett lowered me to the floor and licked between my lips.
I smirked and pushed him onto his back. Brushing my nose up the side of his neck, I inhaled. The scent of leather, man and sex invaded my nostrils making my core clench around him. I was drunk with desire for this man. “I want to eat you.”
He growled and pushed me off of him before kneeling between my legs. His hands spread my knees apart. “Beautiful.”
I licked my lips as Brett pulled off his ripped shirt, his muscles straining and rippling under the movements. Red scratches marred his skin, sending a shiver down my body. Mine.
His eyes darkened. “The way you’re looking at me right now is fucking hot.”
I spread my legs as he towered over me. “How am I looking at you?” I asked, scratching my nails down the hard contours of his torso.
He nipped my ear, trailing bites along my jaw. “Like you want to eat me alive.”
I shook my head. “I want to devour you.”
He growled. “Take my thick cock,” he demanded, lowering back into me.
I moaned, my muscles stretching as he pushed between my legs. My thighs burned as he powered into me, my legs restrained under him. “Harder, Brett.” I swallowed a gasp and ran my fingers through his hair.
He grabbed a fistful of my blonde curls and pulled my head back. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I panted.
“Again.”
“You. Oh God, I belong to you.”
His hips sped up. “Mine.”
I scratched my nails down his back, marking him in my own way.
“That’s it. Scratch me. Mark me as yours, lover. Hurt me,” he demanded, breathing hard against my neck.
I pulled at his hair, scratched at his skin and met him thrust for thrust. My teeth grazed over his collar bone before I bit down.
His big body covered mine as he continued to demand his pleasure from me and I gave in. Willingly.
My pussy throbbed, aching from the rough force of his thick length. Sweat coated our bodies, our clothes were torn, hanging off of us in pieces. It was rough, passionate. Delicious. But I had the insatiable urge to do it over and over again.
The sounds of sex filled the air and I moaned, spreading myself wide for him.
Brett’s large hands cupped my inner thighs, squeezing tight as he powered into me with a ferocity we both craved.
His cock swelled as he pushed into me, filling me to the hilt as his body shook. He came hard, spurting his warmth into me.
My body relaxed, like I was melting into the floor.
He sat back on his hunches. He wiped the tip of his cock over my aching core, his release coating me. “Spread yourself for me.”
I reached between us and spread the folds of my sex, revealing my engorged clit.
He groaned and pushed the head of his length over the aching nub.
I whimpered, thrusting my hips to match his movements. “Oh Brett.”
He smirked and sped up his thrusts. “I’m going to come all over you, Evvie.”
I moaned. “Please. Mark me. I need you everywhere.”
He chuckled. “Oh I have been, don’t you forget it.”
I smiled and licked my lips. He had touched every part of me. He owned me and he made damn sure that he reminded me constantly.
***
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
I rolled my eyes at the fifth time Kane asked me if I wanted to move in with Brett. It was finally the weekend and I was getting my stuff ready to head over to his apartment. “Yes, Kane.”
“What about your furniture?” he asked, grabbing a box from my arms.
“Donate it.” I didn’t need to bring much with me. Just my clothes really.
We moved the last box into Brett’s apartment and I sighed, taking in the vast space around me. Anna had moved back home but not before she gave me a hug. It threw me, but I returned the embrace.
“You need anything, you call me. You’ll always have a home at our apartment.”
I turned to Kane.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, his black t-shirt stretched over a massive chest. He rubbed his bald head and looked away.
“What’s going on, Kane?”
He sighed. “Rumors are going around.” His jaw clenched. “Just be careful. Brett’s become…moody.”
Become moody? The guy was always moody. “That’s nothing new.”
“Not usually.” He pulled me in for a hug. “Just be careful.”