Twisted(47)

“God, yes,” he groaned, losing his breath at the feel of her vising around him. Slick and hot, her pussy gloved his cock, enfolding him in a blast of heat that scalded him from his feet to the top of his head. Her piercing scraped him, adding a zing of pleasure that traveled straight through to the base of his spine. Something this amazing couldn’t last long.

Neither would he.

Fluid and sleek, she rose above him, hands fisting in his hair as her mouth ghosted over his. “God, Gray. So fucking good,” she gasped.

“Can’t wait. Need more.” He wound his arms around her, slamming her breasts into his chest, and still it wasn’t close enough. He hauled her up in his arms and jockeyed her in his hold, stopping beside the bed to take her mouth. Her panting breaths echoed his, an unforgettable symphony.

Finally, they were together. All the way together.

She rode him wantonly, taking him deep as he rocketed upward. Goddamn, that piercing. She weighed next to nothing and with only a few adjustments, he managed to lock his arms under her thighs so he could surge into her again and again, rubbing over the crystals with each thrust. She took every bit of him, her sweet pink flesh swallowing his cock.

Riveted to the view between her legs, he tipped her backward, desperate to see more. She cried out and dropped her head back, exposing the long line of her throat for him to bite and kiss. Perspiration clung to her flushed skin, adding a faint sheen of dampness that he ached to taste. He couldn’t kiss enough places. He wanted to be everywhere at once. Licking her, fucking her, touching each inch of her flawless skin.

More than anything, he wanted to own her the same way she’d owned him since he was sixteen.

Her pussy clamped around him, so wet and tight he couldn’t see through the haze of his hunger, and he bent her backward, dangling her in the air while he hammered into her hard and fast. She held on for all she was worth, her moans escaping her along with her breath. As she started to spasm, he turned and dropped her onto the bed, climbing over her to drag her leg over his shoulder. He rubbed her clit and stroked into her, sinking in and holding while he slanted his mouth over hers. He whispered her name, the mystery and beauty of it, unable to hear anything anymore but the relentless beat of her heartbeat matching his.

That was the only music he needed. The only one that still made sense.

He linked his fingers with hers, gripping her hand next to her head on the bed. Swiveling his hips, he found a new spot inside her, sliding over it until she gasped and bowed up, her eyes going wide as she came undone. Her hot wetness gushed over him and he groaned and buried his face in her hair, his thumb still a blur on her clit, his hips still pounding. The song in his head wouldn’t stop. All Jazz.

“Gray,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back. “Oh God. It’s too much. I’m so dizzy.”

“Close your eyes. Feel.” He nudged her chin up and kissed his way down her throat, pressing his lips to the wild throb of her pulse caged in by her delicate collarbone. “Feel me.”

“I do. I can’t stop.” She clenched his hand and matched him stroke for stroke, her pelvis slapping against his with the force of his thrusts. Her slick heat spurred him on, driving him to fuck her so violently that his balls collided with her ass on every pass. And he still needed more.

“I can’t get deep enough. Jesus. Get on top of me.”

He switched their positions, pulling her over him, and latched his teeth on her swollen nipple, tugging on it without finesse. Crying out, she braced her fists on either side of his head and grinded on his cock, torturing them both with her piercing as she circled her hips in a frantic figure-eight. Goddamn, she was soaked. She bit her lip and moved faster, pushing more of her breast in his mouth. He grabbed her ass, yanking her down on him so powerfully that she whimpered. Such a delicious sound. He did it again, adding a twist of his hips, offering the counterpoint to her circling, and her whimpers increased.

“Don’t you hold back on me,” he growled.

“No. Can’t. I’m coming again.” She moaned the words as she fisted around him, squeezing so tight that he couldn’t stave off his own impending orgasm another second.

“Yes. God, yes.” He plunged one last time, grasping the full curves of her ass. He clung to her, his hands damp with sweat, while his release pulsed deep into her pussy. She shuddered over him, around him, finally collapsing on his chest.

But he still couldn’t stop fucking her, his well-used cock seeking her hot slit without his conscious help. He’d probably die fucking her. And he’d die happy.

A few minutes later, he sank his hands into her hair and lifted her head, chuckling at the weak flutter of her lashes. “You okay?” He swallowed over the gravel in his throat. “Did I hurt you?”