Five #5
“I know exactly what you wanna do,” I assured him.
“No, really. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“You’re so full of shit right now.”
“Just right now?” He winked at me.
I leaned back in the seat.
“So?” He teased me.
“You’re gonna do whatever you want anyway.”
“This is true.”
When I closed my eyes, I felt his hand on my thigh. “You said you’d keep your hands off me.”
“Yeah, I lied.”
And I knew that, of course.
His stupid apartment looked exactly the same. I walked it, reacquainting myself with where everything was. The teacups I’d bought were still in the cabinet. It was funny.
“Weird, right?”
I looked around, then back at him. “Yeah,” I said, looking at all the same framed pictures on the shelves next to the TV.
“Take your jacket off.”
I threw it on the couch and continued my inspection.
“You want some water or something?”
“No, but I appreciate the concern for my sobriety.”
He chuckled before he crossed the room and reached for me, cupping my face in his hands.
“What are we doing here, Sam?” I said softly. “It’s too late.”
“It’s never too late.” He smiled into my eyes, his fingers sliding over my jaw, my lips. “Can I kiss you before I put you in my bed?”
“What?” I pulled away from him, but he moved with me, hands fisted in my shirt.
“I want you,” he said, his voice was husky, filled with need.
“Well, you can’t have me,” I told him, and even to myself I sounded pitiful. There was no power behind my words. The promise was empty.
“Oh no?” he asked, his strong hands gentle as they slipped over my throat.
“No,” I said again, making no attempt to move even an inch away from him. “It’s too late.”
“Is it?” His voice was so low, I felt my chest heave just looking at him.
“Yes,” I protested weakly, and I couldn’t even imagine how lame I sounded.
“You’re lying.” He smiled slyly. “You’re hard for me right now.”
I lifted my chin to protest, and his mouth came down and covered mine.
I trembled in his arms because the kiss sent a charge straight to my groin.
He burned me up, and I was reminded that the man really knew how to kiss me.
No one before or since had been able to deliver a kiss that I could feel racing through my entire body like liquid heat.
It was annihilating, all that desire and passion directed at me; he was so big and strong, the force of him overwhelming as he crushed me in his arms and kissed me hard and deep.
I wasn’t passive though; I twisted my hands in his hair as the sensations raced through my body.
I ravaged his mouth. When I was certain my head was going to explode, I broke the kiss to take in some air.
“Jesus, you taste good,” he panted, his forehead against mine.
I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away from me. He didn’t budge.
“Baby,” he breathed against my mouth, his hand under my chin, his thumb on my bottom lip, sliding over it. “Kiss me again.”
And it was impossible not to, because I wanted him so badly. I burned for him, so I lifted my chin and his mouth was on mine, sucking, biting, kissing, claiming my lips, mauling them. He swept his tongue inside my mouth, and I’d hit the front door before I realized he’d been moving me backward.
“Better,” he growled. “Now I’ve got you.”
I shivered at just the sound of his voice as he kissed his way down my throat to my collarbone.
“Can’t wait.” His voice was so low, so full of need.
“Sam,” I got out. “Maybe we should slow—”
He grabbed hold of my shirt and yanked it open. I heard the buttons as they hit the floor, and then his mouth was all over me—my chest, my nipples, down over my abdomen—biting, licking, and leaving a wet trail that made me shiver when the air hit my skin.
“God, baby, look at you,” he groaned, his hands on my belt buckle, fumbling with it before moving to the snap of my jeans and my zipper.
“Sam… I…”
My jeans went down, my briefs following.
His effect on me was obvious, and I moaned loudly as he knelt in front of me, hands on my hips, and took me inside his hot mouth, swallowing my length down the back of his throat.
I was frozen to the door, my hands and fingers splayed there against the wood as desire tore through me.
I wouldn’t last, couldn’t last. I was too turned on from earlier, and this was a continuation of the foreplay he had begun in the street.
“Sam…” His name came out as a whimper as I stared down at him.
He looked up at me, then leaned back to smile, and it was wicked and dark. “Gonna make you scream my name. Make you mine all over again. Never gonna leave me ever.”
Like he had to do anything to get that. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. Instantly, I had gone back to the place where his touch was like air I needed to breathe.
He rose after long minutes, spun me around, and shoved me face-first up against the door. He kicked my legs apart, and I heard the crinkling of foil behind me.
“The condom’s got lube on it,” he breathed into my ear, sending a shiver through me. He nibbled and licked his way behind my ear and then down the side of my neck. “Gotta have you. Gotta show you you’re still mine.”
“Sam.” I could barely think, let alone form words.
He pressed himself against me and sucked on my shoulder, hard. His skin was so hot, and his hand engulfing my cock, stroking me, made me buck back against him.
“Yes?”
I was lost in a haze of heat and yearning that washed every bit of caution out of me, leaving only the feel of his hot mouth on the side of my neck, the sucking and biting making my breath stutter.
“Say yes,” he ordered, his voice dark and guttural.
“Yes,” I rasped, the word sounding broken as it came out of my throat.
When he pushed himself inside me, filling me, I thought, for just a second, that I was going to die. It was like everything, all at once, got sucked from my body and I just stopped.
Sam Kage, inside of me, claiming me, one hand wrapped around my throat tight, allowing not even a tremble of movement, the other braced on the door so he could fuck me.
The tears were expected; my soul opening up was not.
God, I hated him.
When I heaved out a breath, he changed his grip, moving one hand higher, parting my lips, shoving two fingers into my mouth.
I sucked them instead of screaming as he rammed inside of me, using me hard, no break in the rhythmic thrusting as my own hands scrabbled at the wood of the door, needing leverage to get him that much deeper.
I heard him catch his breath. “Jory,” he growled into my ear before he bit me again. “You feel so good.”
It went way past good. I was in heaven. His fingers were dripping with saliva now, and he pulled his hand away and gripped my cock, sliding over my length, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“So good,” he rasped out. “Jesus, J, you’re so tight and hot and taking all of me.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged him, and I felt his teeth on the same spot on my shoulder.
He drove into me over and over, the rutting endless, and I cried his name.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice so sexy, so raw. “You’re all mine.”
I trembled, imagining him fully dressed, standing behind me, and me practically naked, taking the pounding, begging for more. Clearly, I welcomed his dominance, and he savored my submission, the two of us fitting perfectly together—at least here. In this.
“I love the little noises you make when you’re happy.” He licked my shoulder, the side of my neck, tasting me, biting me, all the time thrusting so deep, his hand pressing my cheek to the door, holding me there.
“Sam,” I ground out, “I missed you.”
“Because you love me.” His voice was in my ear, almost a snarl.
“No” I managed to get out.
“Yes,” he insisted, wrenching me off the door, dragging me down under him to the floor, my knees on the rug, rubbing, both his hands on my hips, gripping tight, his fingers digging into my skin, feeling the muscles working.
“I’ll always love you.” I tried to placate him as he stroked deep inside me.
“No, you love me. Not like over, like forever.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Jory.”
“No.”
“Yes. Say my name and tell me.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No. I won’t go down this road with you again.”
“You’re already on it.”
“The hell I am,” I yelled, chuckling because it was ridiculous that we were having a conversation while he had me on my hands and knees on the floor next to his front door. So much for my willpower. “It’s just for tonight.”
“Bullshit,” he growled at me, sliding his hand over my ass. “You’re mine.”
I struggled halfheartedly, because I was ready to start screaming right then and there.
My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear him.
“Now, say my name and tell me.”
But I was lost in my body’s reaction to him, all my muscles tightening at once, clamping down, my head dropping between my shoulders, crying as I came.
“Jory,” he roared as my arms gave out, and I sank face down onto the rug, my ass still raised because he was holding me up.
The sizzling heat raced through me, but Sam held tight, lifting me, leaning me back until I was upright in his arms, clutching me to him as his body bucked and shuddered, so deep inside me that we were fused together.
“Christ… I could die from this,” he whispered into my shoulder.
So could I. The mix of pleasure and pain was excruciating and intoxicating at the same time. I never felt better than when I was with him.
I could feel my muscles clenching around him, the spasms milking his length, cum that had somehow escaped the condom rolling down the insides of my thighs.
“Jory…baby…”
I had to concentrate on staying vertical.
He let me go as my breathing evened out and then slowly, gently, eased from my body in small increments.
“That was hard. You didn’t wanna let me go.”
No, I did not.
Sitting back on my haunches, I tried to calm down, but I was shivering, and my heart was beating far too fast.
“Lemme get rid of this condom.”
“Did it break?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “We were too rough for it.”
I was quiet, pondering the ramifications of that, now that my brain was back to working.
“I’m good, just so you know. Been tested and—”