Chapter 25 Who Are You? #2
But he pins me to the bed, and his lips come to my ear. “The only move you’re going to make is to shift your legs open, so I have all the access I want.”
“But the payback,” I say on a shaky breath. “I want to do something for you.”
“Oh, you will.” He wedges a leg between mine and two fingers plunge into my sex. “As much as I’d like to play and make you beg again, we don’t have time for that.”
I grind down on his fingers. Every time we’re like this, I become more and more obsessed with his touch. “I guess I’ll have to return your sexual favors another time.”
A smile forms where his lips are pressed to my temple. “Baby.”
“Devon,” I drawl on a groan as he continues to finger fuck me.
I lose his smile, and he gives me what I want—his fingertips firmly on my clit. “Fuck, I’ve never liked my name so much as when you call for me while we’re like this.”
He doesn’t give me the time to say it again. He pushes me to my back and takes my mouth in a searing kiss, morning breath and all. I push at his boxers, desperate to be closer to him. Desperate to feel him.
Just desperate for him.
He finally kicks them off, and I rip off my tank, but he doesn’t reach for a condom. He presses the underneath side of his bare cock against my clit, sliding up and down creating friction where I’m desperate for it.
There’s that word again.
How did this happen so fast?
I lift my knees as high and wide as I can. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Are you trying to get me to throw caution to the wind?” Devon growls.
“Because I don’t throw caution anywhere, baby, but there’s nothing I want more than to slide inside you with nothing between us.
You make me not give a fuck about consequences.
Hell, you make me want to not only tempt them but open the door and invite them to stay. I’m bloody gone for you.”
I press my head into the pillow and arch, loving the feel and sight of him over me. His words are a cleansing shower to my soul.
He grinds into my clit harder, his strength and power dominating in a way I never knew I wanted, let alone needed.
My breath shallows, but Devon doesn’t let up. When I moan, he rocks into me faster.
I let out a gasp and see stars behind my eyelids. I white knuckle the sheets beneath us as my orgasm crashes through me like a title wave. I feel it shoot from my core down to my toes and up to the nape of my neck.
“Yeah, bloody gone,” he rumbles.
I open my eyes to find him tearing open a condom wrapper clasped between his teeth.
He spits the foil to the side and leans back onto his knees.
The sight of him kneeling over me sliding a condom down his long, thick cock is overwhelming as I try to catch my breath from another earth-shattering orgasm.
He works quickly before his hands land on either side of my head. He leans far enough down to take my mouth, his tongue plunging inside to taste mine. Without breaking our connection, he reaches down with one hand and hooks my knee to open me.
With one hard thrust, he takes me. His groan vibrates on my tongue.
My fingertips dig into his shoulders as I hang on, loving the feel of him inside me in every way possible.
My hands slide around to his lats to hold him as close as I can but also to hold on, because he starts to move.
It’s like the tension, danger, and stress that have been simmering below the surface has reached a boiling point, because he loses all control.
He pulls out and slams into me with no rhythm. His pure unbridled need is tangible and evident in every sound, moan, and pant.
When a second orgasm threatens to take over my body, I hold on tighter and lift my legs higher, spurring him on.
He angles his hips to hit that sensitive spot inside me.
And I fall apart.
“Fuck,” Devon grunts and slams into me three more times before planting himself so deep, his fullness overwhelms me.
He doesn’t pull out, but he does give me his weight, pressing me into the mattress. Our bodies are sweaty and sticky, the evidence of passion and sex.
I’m not ready to lose any of it. I wrap a leg around his waist and rest my foot on his bare ass. I love how he loses control with me.
Even now, his breathing is slow to return to a healthy, even pace. His hand tangles in my hair as he turns his head and presses his lips to my forehead. I look up at him. “Is that the English version of payback? If so, I may move across the pond and never come back.”
He shakes his head, and a smile tugs at his lips. “Baby, you’re not going anywhere unless I’m by your side. Though there are benefits to traveling with you. Maybe we could just fly endlessly around the world in your father’s plane so I can do dirty things to you.”
“Dirty things...” I frame his strong jaw and drag a thumb over his bottom lip.
He proves no amount of active sex can tire him, because he clasps the tip of my thumb between his teeth in a playful bite.
I keep talking. “I guess I’m going to have to give the pilots instructions to not leave the cockpit unless we’re going down. ”
He releases my thumb and leans in to kiss me. “I like that idea. And if we’re in the air, no one can shoot at you. It’s the perfect plan.”
“Consider it done. I mean, the environmental effects notwithstanding. Other than that, perfect.”
His expression sobers. “The last thing I want to do is leave this bed, baby, but I bet your dad is champing at the bit to see you. Let’s get ready.”
And with that, I feel every inch as he pulls out and climbs off the bed. I roll to the side and watch every muscle in his back, ass, and legs move as he stalks to the basic bathroom in our very basic hotel room.
And I decide not one thing is basic when it comes to Devon Donnelly.