He chuckled, and I watched as his shadowed form moved closer.
“That would defeat the purpose, now wouldn’t it?”
“I didn’t even hear you come in. How long have you been standing there like a creeper?”
He stood next to my bed, looming. Villainous. “Long enough to see you squirm beneath your covers. Is that because you’ve been waiting for me? Because you’re still thinking about my hands on you?”
Sweet baby Jesus, he had that bedroom voice, the one that could turn a woman into a mindless, wanton, disastrous mess.
“Maybe,” I replied. My pulse was racing as I tried to figure out what he was going to do next.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he said. He gripped the collar of his shirt, and lifted it over his head. “Reid was acting weird, so I stayed until I could sneak out the back.”
Next came his jeans, and all I could do was stare like a dumbfounded moron because hell, his body was ridiculous. And I wanted to touch it. Lick it. Bite it.
His jeans hit the floor with a thud, followed by his boxer briefs. I gaped a little (okay maybe a lot) when his erection reached his navel, the barbell in the head glinting in the moonlight.
Um…
“See this?” My eyes snapped up, and he started fisting his cock. “It’s all for you, Kennedy.” His chest moved up and down, in time with his hand. “Now strip.”
It took a few seconds for my mind to return to some semblance of functionality, and to respond.
“What are you going to do?” I asked with a shaky inhalation.
His mouth tipped into a wolfish grin, and the shadows playing across the features of his face made him look so much more feral.
“I’m going to do what I want, and fuck you like I hate you.”
Did I want that?
My answer was an irrevocable YES!
He lunged at the same time I ripped my shirt over my head, and attacked me with his mouth. We became an entanglement of hands, legs, arms, and mouths, and he made quick work of riling me up all over again. My mind had checked out, and my body became acutely aware of his, of every point our skin made contact, of every flick of his tongue. It was insanity at its finest, and I couldn’t get enough.
He lifted me from the bed, and the way he gently laid me down was such a contradiction to the way I knew he was going to take me. It left me panting, impatient and achy.
I leaned up on my elbows, and held his cock in my hand, his flesh hot in my palm. My thumb skimmed the tip, and I wondered what having that piercing through the head would feel like. Dane hissed, and with tender fingers removed my hand from his shaft.
His eyes roamed my face, and the hesitancy I saw made me stop. “What’s wrong?”
“Tell me you’re not a virgin,” he replied. His tone hardened, but before I could think about why, I shook my head.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for his jeans, and took a condom from the back pocket. I bit my lip when he rolled it on, writhing in anticipation at the thought of having him inside me.
“Lay down. Tilt your hips.”
I obeyed, shifting closer so that my thighs perched on his.
“This isn’t going to be soft, and gentle,” he said with hunger in his eyes.
“Shut up, and fuck me, Dane.”
He was slightly taken aback by my words, and so was I. But he brought it out in me, making me want to match him in every way.
He smirked, and after rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, he gripped my hips and pushed inside with one hard thrust. I covered my mouth with my palms to silence the shocked scream his invasion evoked, and arched my back as my body adjusted to his size. It had been a while since I’d last had sex, and even then it wasn’t like this. The slight twinge of pain subsided, and I was overcome with the feeling of exquisite fullness.
“You okay?” Dane’s voice was strained, and I relaxed my shoulders so that I could look at him. His face was taut, no doubt from holding on to his control, and his stomach rippled with his harsh breaths.
Words weren’t possible, and any attempt to speak would probably misfire on account of my brain checking out, so I did the next best thing to show him I was more than okay.
I squeezed my muscles, and rolled my hips, fighting not to smile when Dane growled. He pulled back, and then slid back in once, twice. On the next thrust, he let go, and pounded his way into my body, his piercing hitting the same spot every time. I tried to keep quiet, but it was proving to be almost impossible in my delirious state.
“Mmmmmm.” I bit into my palm, and screwed my eyes shut. I was already so close.
“That’s it.” Dane stared down at where his cock drove into me. “God, I’ve never seen such a perfect pussy.”