Not wasting another second, he grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his waist and he impaled her in one smooth motion, her body clenching tightly around his cock, causing him to grunt in tense relief. Wet heat branded him a willing slave to her desire, his sole purpose to fulfill the carnal wishes that tripped off her lips, and even the secret ones that didn’t.
Alyssa squeezed him with her legs and tried to leverage herself up, but he pinned her with his body against the door to hold her still. “Don’t move, baby.” He spoke through clenched teeth, his forehead pressed to hers. “Gimme a second.”
She groaned in complaint. “Remember that part about killing me?”
“It’s your own damn fault. You’re the one who turned an innocent sucker into an edible sex toy. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” A wicked glint lit up her eyes. “Maybe I’ll have to bring a box of unicorn pops home with me.”
Images assaulted him of her torturing him in public—like at his family’s annual Fourth of July barbecue or her occasional visit to his jobsite—places where he couldn’t haul off and tackle-fuck her just because his dick was harder than a steel beam.
“Jesus Christ, Aly.” Tension from trying to keep control over his own body made his words sound harsh and strained. “Since when did you get such a dirty mind?”
She tried raising herself up again. This time he let her, and the achingly slow drag of her inner walls threatened to burn him alive. “Maybe you’re starting to rub off on me,” she said. “Maybe you unleashed my inner sex kitten. Either way, who cares?”
Using the strength in her legs, she held when only the head was still nestled in her entrance and leveled a heated look at him that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The pause couldn’t have been longer than a second, but it felt like that eternal moment at the top of a roller coaster right before plummeting to the ground.
She plowed her hands into his hair and whispered, “Now, please, shut up and fuck me,” then pushed herself down until he was balls-deep. His shaky reserve snapped.
Dillon growled, dug his fingers into the meat of her thighs, and began pistoning in and out of her tight channel with ferocious abandon. Still holding his head, she brought him in for a crushing kiss. Tongues met. Lips melded. Teeth nipped. Hips bumped.
Her scent, intoxicating and addicting, made him dizzy with lust. And still he never broke his rhythmic thrusts. But he couldn’t get the angle he wanted, the closeness he craved. It was time to take this party to a new location.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Dillon held her down on him and backed up. His goal was to make it to the fancy armchair across the room. But the sensory overload interfered with his inner GPS and Alyssa’s long hair streaming past the sides of his face acted like blinders on a horse.
Somewhere he took a wrong turn. Pain splintered through his toes as his left foot connected with the front of the nightstand, his momentum causing him to pitch forward. He managed to brace a hand on the wall before Alyssa got the headache of a lifetime, but not before her back crushed the shade of the expensive bedside lamp.
Dillon cursed a blue streak, partly from frustration and partly from pain, while Alyssa giggled through their kisses. Suddenly he had a vision of them on a future road trip: him swearing under his breath at the annoying woman living inside his navigation system who kept insisting he “make the next available U-turn” while Alyssa chuckled in the passenger seat and tried not to spout off statistics of the percentage of men who got lost versus women due to their aversion to asking for directions.
Recalculating…
Oh, he’d recalculate all right. He wanted to get to that chair and finish what they started A-SAP. He pushed off from the wall and spun them around, forgetting that Alyssa’s long legs were crossed behind his back. He felt them swipe the lamp, then heard the unmistakable sound of the cylindrical glass base shattering into too many pieces to fix with a tube of Krazy Glue.
She jolted at the sound of the crash, causing her body to tense briefly, including those glorious muscles squeezing his dick. “Ah, fuck,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay,” she panted. “I’ll worry about it later. Just please don’t stop.”
Dillon hadn’t cursed out of concern for the damage, but he didn’t see the point in correcting her. “Baby, I’m not stopping until I make you come so hard you forget every name but mine and your body milks every last drop from my cock.”
She gasped, her mouth forming a little o as a flush colored her from cheeks to chest. But even as part of her reacted with shock and embarrassment, another part flared to life with lust and a base wanton need that matched his own.