Chapter 8
DEVON
Holy shit! Did she just ask me to fuck her?
My eyes search hers. Looking for the truth. All I see is a woman on the edge.
We’ve barely kissed and while the kiss was admittedly the best of my life and better than some of the sex I’ve had, if she hadn’t walked out on her wedding, if I wasn’t the one who’d offered her help, would she be asking me?
I don’t know if I care what the answer to that is.
I do care about another one. “Are you sure?”
With a nod she says, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I can’t explain it. I was supposed to be married to someone else by now.
Supposed to be enjoying my wedding night.
I get that. I know this is strange to go from barely friends to demanding you fuck me, but it feels right. More right than anything ever has.”
Her words gut me. The thought of her marrying a man she didn’t love made me feel ill but knowing this moment—her demand—feels more right than anything…
I’m a guy outside her circle, someone she wouldn’t know if her friends weren’t going out with my brothers; I’m the last man she should be with. And yet, I can’t deny her words. Being here with her does feel right. More right than anyone or anything before now.
“If you don’t want me—” I press a hand to her mouth.
“I want. More than I should, and with everything you’ve been through”—I shake my head—“I want to say we shouldn’t but…”
The smile she gives me is filled with triumph. “I thought we weren’t going to worry about any shoulds, or shouldn’ts, except the one I want.”
“You’re supposed to be doing that.”
Her hand moves beneath my pants. Skimming across my ass, over my hip to my cock, wrapping her fingers around me, she squeezes and I can’t hold back a groan.
“I want this inside me, Devon.”
Fuck! She’s a temptation I’m not sure I can resist. No. I know I can’t. Especially when she’s demanding. I know she isn’t normally assertive in her wants, and I want—need—to let her be bold.
“I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. Until I forget everything but pleasure and how good it feels to be fucked senseless.”
“Stop saying that word.” My jaw aches with how tight I’m clenching it. Her hand and her words—my own need—have me on the edge, one I’m afraid I might not be able to come back from if she pushes any more.
“Fuck?” Her fingers grip me harder and a strangled breath escapes me. “Admit it, you like it when I say fuck.”
She’s not wrong. I like it better when she’s asking me to fuck her but I’m not sure this is the right move for her. She’s at a crossroads and while I’m all for helping, I don’t want to take advantage of her. “Lizzi.”
“I’ve pleased everyone else in my life for as long as I can remember. Never once have I asked for what I want. I’m asking now. I want you, Devon. Please.”
“Fuck it!”
Tightening my hold, I lift her off her feet and walk to the bed where I toss her onto the mattress.
“Get rid of the towel,” I growl while shucking my pants. My shirt goes next. And a second later I’m lying on top of Lizzi, our naked bodies touching from chest to feet. “One last time. Are. You. Sure?”
“Yes.”
That one word is like a starter’s gun. A snap of sound that pushes us both into action. Hands and mouths explore while our hips rock together, heat and dampness spreading between us.
Her thighs cradle mine and my cock rubs through slick folds drawing me closer and closer to release. If we keep this up, I’ll be coming before I get inside her. And there is no way I’m going off first.
Breaking our kiss, I move my lips down to her jawline which I nip then lick. She’s warm and soft beneath me but she isn’t delicate. I can’t explain it, but this woman is anything but fragile.
She had the strength to walk away from something monumental and not once have I seen any doubt in her eyes. The only time she questioned what she was doing was when I told her to smash down my wall.
Even knowing that, and being where we are right now, I have to be sure she knows what she’s getting into. “Are you sure about this? Before we go any further you need to be one hundred percent sure you want to do this.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair and she pushes my head lower. “Stop talking. Use that mouth for other things.”
Fuck! The way she demands has me dripping pre-come on the bed. “I’m going to give you what you need. It might not be what you think you want.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Devon. Just fuck me.”
I grin at her frustration. “I plan to. But first…” I move lower on the bed, take a hard nipple into my mouth, and bite.
“Argh!” She arches, her breast pressing into my mouth.
The heat intensifying between her legs tells me she isn’t averse to a small amount of pain with her pleasure. And I nip the bud again, before laving it with my tongue then suckling gently.
Her hips are rocking up, the movement grinding her pussy against my abs. “You like that?” I ask around her nipple.
I’m not sure what to call the sound she makes. Whatever it is, it’s definitely not a protest. Letting go of her flesh, I turn and pull the other nipple into my mouth, deliver the same treatment as the first and smile when her hips buck harder and her fingers tug my hair.
I never dreamed I’d be between this woman’s legs. Yes, I’ve dreamed about being here, spanked one out to the thought of being here, but actually being here is something I am not going to waste.
Moving further down her body, I pepper kisses and licks, the occasional bite, on my way to the promised land.
Fuck. I can smell her. A salty sweet aroma that my tastebuds can’t wait to enjoy.
The lower I go, the tighter her legs get around me. I’m tempted to tie her up. Spread her wide and feast until she’s wrung dry and I’ve had my fill. Whichever comes first.
“Devon.” She gasps my name, her fingernails dragging across my scalp. “Please.”
Her voice is drenched in desperation and I wonder how long it’s been for her. “Oh, I plan to please you all night.”
I don’t dally any longer. Shoving my shoulders between her thighs, I spread her wet folds and dive in.
The first thing that registers is the heat. She’s burning up. The second is the slickness flowing from her. I love how wet she is. The third is her taste. Her scent gave me a preview but that was nothing compared to having her coating my tongue.
After that things get messy.
I’m ravenous. Devouring. I can’t get enough and when she breaks apart, when the first orgasm tears through her and floods my mouth, I don’t stop. I take her deeper, push her further into the explosion of sensations until she’s a blubbering, begging mess and tumbling headfirst into another climax.