Chapter 7
ALEXANDRIA
Oh. My. God.
Garrett is kissing me.
I’m kissing Garrett.
We’re kissing each other as though the world is ending, and we’ll never get to do it again.
It’s wet heat and burning need and I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.
Clawing at his scalp, I try to pull him closer when we can’t get any closer than we are.
Only we can. Just not with our mouths.
Removing my hands from his hair, I slide my palms over his shoulders and down his chest.
God. He’s ripped.
He has muscles for days and I want to feel them under my fingers, beneath my lips. Against my tongue.
Except I can’t do that with his shirt in the way.
Tugging at his shirt, I mutter into our kiss, “Off. Take it off.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful for anything in my life than I am when Garrett breaks our kiss so he can rip his shirt over his head.
“Holy shit.” I palm his chest, wiggle my fingers through the smattering of hair and toy with his hard nipples.
“You too.” His command is followed by action.
Before I can take another breath, I’m on my feet in front of him and he’s shoving my dress up my thighs. When what he’s trying to do registers, I step back and take over.
“It goes the other way,” I say, scrabbling for the zipper under my right armpit.
I tear the thing down headless of possible damage.
I want to get naked—need to—with an urgency that sucks the breath right out of me.
In less than a second my dress is pooled at my feet and I’m in my underwear, a matching lace demi-bra and panties.
The growl Garrett emits as he surges to his feet and shucks his pants sends shivers over my skin, but that’s nothing on what the sight of him in all his naked glory does.
“Holy fucking shit!”
He’s commando.
And huge.
The hard cock bobbing up from between his legs is the biggest I’ve seen in real life, and I always thought the ones in porn movies were fake.
There is nothing fake about the erection Garrett is sporting. It’s long and thick, and the slit in the bulbous tip is weeping with his need.
I want to ride that thing into next week and I don’t even know if it will fit. I don’t care if it doesn’t. Pushing my panties down, I kick them aside as I push him back onto the couch.
“I’m on birth control, and clean. You?”
“Yes, clean, I’ve got—”
“Nope. I’m riding that thing bare.”
And that’s exactly what I do. I climb onto his lap and line us up and don’t wait, I want to feel him stretching me wide right now.
He’s barely touched me, and yet I’m so wet, I slide down his length with ease.
I should be embarrassed but I don’t give a fuck because there’s a throbbing cock buried deeper in my pussy than one has ever been and the sensations exploding through me steal not only my breath. They take every damn thought with them.
His hands hold my hips in a punishing grip, one I’m sure will leave marks. He lifts and lowers me so fast all I can do is grab his shoulders and hold on. I might have been in control at the start, but Garrett now has the reins of this encounter firmly in his hands.
Our bodies come together in brutal collisions that have stars dancing in my eyes, fire raging in my veins, and my heart pounding so hard my ribs hurt.
This isn’t sex like I’ve known it.
This is rough. Savage.
And everything I’ve been missing in life.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I try to rock against him, but his grip is strong, unrelenting, and I have to relinquish every urge to ride him.
But my surrender isn’t weakness. Or failure. It’s a glorious submission of carnal desire to a man who knows exactly what to do to deliver a mind-numbing orgasm.
I’m a rag doll on his lap, my head bouncing along with my breasts, my arms limp except for the support of his shoulders where my fingers are curled around them.
“Give it to me,” he demands.
My insides clench. My pussy pulses with pleasure so intense it borders on pain. “Garrett.”
“Let go, Lexi.” Leaning forward, he clamps his lips around a nipple and sinks his teeth in.
Real pain stabs through me, except by the time it hits my core it’s something different. Something outside of my previous experience. “Please.”
His hand slides to the side but the punishing up and down doesn’t slow; if anything it gets faster, harder. And when the pad of his thumb presses on my clit like he’s trying to shove it through to my spine, my world implodes.
Blackness dances in my vision as every molecule of air leaves my lungs on a scream.
Back arching, breast still held tight in his mouth, I’m zapped with another burst of pain that morphs into another wave of pleasure.
I can do nothing except give in to another detonation so fierce it shatters all remaining sense and consciousness.
Body bowed tight, I ride the waves of sensation with little resistance. It seems to go on and on, and I fear I’ll never come back from this.
A growl rumbles around me, movement I’ve no control over, then my back is pressed into softness, my front covered in burning flesh. Forcing my eyes open, I find Garrett hovering over me, his face taut with strain as he hammers his cock into me.
“Another. Give me another, Lexi,” he grinds out between his bared teeth.
“I. Can’t,” I pant between his thrusts.
“Can. Will.”
I want to argue only I don’t get the chance because Garrett slams him mouth on mine, thrust his tongue inside, and fucks between my lips like he’s fucking between my legs.
Brutal savagery.
It’s gritty and feral and primal.
And just when I think we can’t keep going at this pace—that he can’t—he pounds into me harder and with each plunge he rams into my clit sending fire streaking across my skin, over every nerve until I’m careening into a second orgasm more devastating than the first.
A scream tears through my throat, raw and vicious; the sound collides with the roar Garrett lets loose as he’s consumed by his own climax.
Pulsing and thrusting, he empties liquid heat into my core and marks me more than his hands on my hips ever could.