Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(16)

“Stop talking,” I demand.

He’s making me fucking wild inside. Something inside tells me that I should run, while the other part wants to jump on him and take him for a ride.

Jumping down from the rock, I take a few steps back, watching him as he watches me with those damn eyes that I can’t get enough of.

He looks so calm and cool, watching me with a confidence that is extremely sexy to me. Even though his words shouldn’t work on me, and turn me on, they have . . . completely.

Standing up, he silently jumps down from the rock and walks toward me, stripping his jacket from my shoulders and watching me breathe as the jacket hits the ground.

Before I can even consider what he’s about to do, his lips are on mine and my legs are wrapped around his strong waist, his hands firmly gripping my ass.

His lips capture mine, completely, his lips owning me and making me forget everything around me. I don’t even notice that we’re walking toward the water, until we’re waist deep and the cold water is creeping up my stomach, chilling me.

I grip onto him and raise my body higher to escape the water. “Why are we in the water? It’s freezing!”

He presses his body into me, making it aware that he’s completely hard. “Trying to make this erection go down, before I give in and fuck you like I want to.”

“Oh . . .” I swallow and then let out a moan as he presses his erection into me again. “God, that feels so good. Don’t do that. Please . . .”

He smiles against my lips and grinds his hips into me again, making me moan from the sensitivity. “Just because I’m trying to hold back from fucking you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to make you come.”

Wrapping his hand in my hair, he tugs and digs his hips into me, while walking us over to the ground and laying me down, so that we’re out of the water.

A small breath escapes me as he positions himself between my legs and reaches between our bodies to undo my jeans.

“Styx,” I breathe.

“Don’t worry,” he says thickly. “I already said I’m not going to fuck you.”

I lean my head into the ground as he slips his fingers into my underwear and runs his fingers through my slickness, making me even wetter.

“Fuck me . . . Meadow. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I moan and nod my head as he slips a finger inside and slowly begins pumping in and out.

“Oh my god . . .” I moan and thrust my hips as he picks up speed and leans in to run the tip of his tongue over my lips.

The way he’s working my pussy is more like a massage and he knows exactly what he needs to do to get me off.

He’s not moving too fast and rough like most guys that selfishly try to get you off so they can just get the job done. No . . . he’s working my pussy and owning it as if it’s his only care and he’s not stopping until my body is in full ecstasy.

Listening to his heavy breathing above me as he gets me off, has me craving to return the favor. So I rub his cock through his jeans, making him growl out and reach to undo his button with his free hand.

He moves his jeans and briefs down his waist, giving me just enough room to pull his erection out.

It feels so full and heavy in my hand, my fingers unable to reach fully around it as I stroke his length.

“Shit . . .” he moans. “This was supposed to be about getting you off. I was trying not to be selfish with you.”

I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him down to press my lips against his. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze his cock, holding on for dear life as I come undone with his fingers inside me.

My moans escape once he releases my mouth.

“Oh . . . fuck . . . holy shit!”

Smiling down at me, he slips his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth. “You taste as sweet as you fucking look.”

Every word that leaves his mouth only has my body craving for him even more, wanting to do very dirty things with him.

He roughly bites my bottom lip, before releasing it and kissing my neck. “Let’s get you in my jacket and in my arms. It’s cold.”

I shake my head and grab his hips as he stands up and reaches his hand out. I shake my head, refusing it. “You haven’t gotten off yet.”

Looking down at me, he wraps both hands into the back of my hair and watches me as I slowly swirl my tongue around the head of his dick.

I do this a few more times, causing him to moan out and pull at my hair. “I need you to stop,” he growls out, while stopping me from taking him in my mouth. “Stop, Meadow.”

Confused, I look up at him as he grabs my hands to help me up. “What’s wrong?”

Pulling me against him, he gently yanks my head to the side and presses his lips below my ear. “Because your mouth on me is making it fucking impossible to not rip that sexy little thong off and bury myself deep inside your tight little pussy. I only have so much restraint.”