More of me.
More of us.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I think I was on the verge of losing my mind.
“Oh my God, that piercing,” she moaned. “Thank you Jesus for that piercing.”
Her words drove me on, sure I’d hit that button buried deep inside when her tight cunt quivered around my already sensitive cock.
“You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you with that piercing?” I dragged in and out, the sighs from her lips urging me on. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. My pussy wants to come, doesn’t it? You want to gush all over my thick cock, don’t you? I can’t wait to see your sexy face while you taste yourself on my cock. I’m going to have you every which way, precious. I’m going to own every sexy inch of you,” I husked, angling her hips so I could hit a deeper spot. “I’m going to tie you up and make you mine.” I placed a kiss on her mouth. “You make me want things I didn’t know I ever wanted before.”
I tugged at the long waves of her hair, pulling her head back to mine in a possessive kiss. She moaned against my lips, causing an orgasm to barrel through my spine. Holding myself taut over her, I emptied into her sexy little body, wishing for a split second that my seed would coat her unprotected womb and plant my baby right where it belonged.
Skylar and I tied together for life sounded pretty goddamn perfect right now.
My release ebbed, my cock not even starting to soften before my hands were massaging her scalp, slipping her over to straddle me bare on the couch. Planting kisses on her neck, chest, across those pert little nipples, I doused myself in her. I could overdose on her body and die a happy man.
“You’re like a drug, Skylar.” I hummed the words at her ear.
Her body arched, nipples puckering, before I planted my mouth on hers again.
I couldn't get lost in the words. I only had feelings to give to her, and we weren’t anywhere near done yet.
Fucking Skylar felt like touching a live wire. I’d never held much respect for words like love and forever, but if this was as close as I ever got to it, I’d know that for just one night I’d touched fire, and I’d lived to tell the tale.
Four
Skylar
I woke the following morning, my thighs sore, my lips bruised, and a headache the size of Texas pounding through my head. Flopping a pillow over my throbbing head to block the morning light, I did not expect a rough palm to slither its way across my bare abdomen, down my thighs, until it cupped my warm cunt.
Oh God.
Every forbidden piece of last night came rushing back to me. Tall, tattooed, arrogant, motorcycle-riding, and tucked into my bed at this very moment.
“Morning, precious.” His words wound around my insides like rivers of molten lava.
“Hi,” I breathed, suddenly a little self-conscious.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I finally chanced a glance at him. That cocky grin was twisting his lips. Fuck, no wonder I’d fallen so far down the rabbit hole last night. He looked even better in the morning, and I didn’t even think that was possible.
“No cat.” I cleared my throat, slipping out of bed and walking into the bathroom. I was hoping he wouldn't follow so I could have a few minutes to freak out in the bathroom mirror before I faced this day, but luck was apparently not on my side today.
He sauntered into my bathroom, just like he belonged there, my gaze landing for the first time on a vertical trail of inked words decorating his rib cage. I couldn't make out what they said, the only thought running through my head that I wanted to drop to my knees and lick my way up the art climbing every taut muscle of his body.
Never in my life had I found myself in a morning-after situation until now, until six-foot-tall and fucking gorgeous snaked his heavily inked arms around my waist and placed a warm kiss at my neck. “Shower with me?”
Oh God, what was I supposed to say to that? No, actually, I’d rather sit here and lick my wounds alone, thank you very much.
“You weren’t so shy last night.” His spicy, leathery scent wrapped around me, nearly buckling my knees.
“Scotch does that to me,” I muttered, eyes lingering on the sea of skulls that wrapped around his elbow, twisted up his bicep, and sprayed across one shoulder. His body was a work of art, and holding a conversation when he was just standing there…like this…all naked and gorgeous and mouthwatering was fucking impossible.
“So…” He twirled me in his broad arms to face him. “You’ve done this before?”
My eyes widened as I realized what he was asking. “No.” I shook my head with a huff. “Never. But I’m usually out drinking with my girlfriends, and we have this pact that we’re not allowed to go home with anyone for safety…” I paused, eyes landing on his again. “…reasons.”