Chapter Fourteen #3
My resolve slips as his lips touch my jaw, my chin, my cheek, the tip of my nose, before finally moving to my mouth. Only, instead of kissing me, they hover there, waiting for permission.
“Tell me you want me as badly as I want you. Tell me you want this.” His breath brushes across my face.
My chances of walking away unscathed are diminishing by the second, and yet, I can’t bring myself to pull away. To get up. To stop this before it can even start.
“I want you,” I finally say, feeling him smile against my mouth before his lips press to mine.
A gentle peck. Two.
Then, like two ends of a magnet, we slam together, our lips colliding with so much force our teeth clatter together. He kisses me hard and deep, and I revel in the feeling of it, drinking him in like a glass of water handed to me seconds before I die of dehydration.
His hands are everywhere. My back. My hips. My arms. My neck. Slipping below my shirt to palm my breasts, which hang heavy and aching between us.
“Now.” I pant against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to tear my shirt over my head, leaving my torso completely exposed. “I want you now.” I shamelessly grind down on his thick erection that I can feel pressing firmly against the seam of his pants.
Arm snaking around my waist, he stands just long enough to turn, depositing me onto the bed on top of the covers.
I watch in rapt fascination as he pops the button of his jeans open, pulling the zipper down so slowly that I almost growl in frustration. And then he tugs the material over his hips, his eyes never leaving mine as he does, and I damn near come un-fucking-glued at the heat in his gaze.
He bends at the hips, tugging his jeans and his boxers down in one swift motion, and I swear if I weren’t lying down, I would no longer be standing. He straightens, his thick erection bobbing, arousal beading at the head. I lick my lips, desperate to taste him, to feel him, to touch him...
He leans forward, grabbing my pants at the waist and, much like he did with his own, pulls them and my underwear down in one fluid tug. I lift my hips to help him along, my breathing ragged and my pulse ricocheting off my ribs so hard it feels like it’s beating a whole new cavity in my chest.
“Top drawer, on the right.” His gaze slides to the nightstand, and I quickly understand his meaning. Reaching up, I pull open the drawer, grabbing a condom from the box inside, trying my best to ignore how many of them are actually missing.
My stomach clenches in both unease and anticipation as I hand him the condom, watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth before rolling it down his impressive length.
Then he’s on me, stalking up my body like a predator about to devour his prey, and every electron in my body misfires in a million different directions.
“I want to taste every inch of you.” He brushes his lips against mine, his weight settling on top of me in the most delicious way.
“But if I’m not inside of you in the next ten seconds, I might die.
” I feel his smile against my mouth, my breath hitching as he lines up at my entrance.
“But don’t worry, I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until I’ve done just that.
” His tongue slides along mine. “Until I’ve tasted you.
Touched you. Fucked you so hard that when you wake up sore tomorrow, you’ll know it was from me. ”
I pull in a ragged inhale, his words driving me mad with desire.
“Tell me you want that too.” He trails his tongue across my bottom lip.
I nod.
“I do.” My words come out heavy and breathy.
I have no time to prepare when he enters me in one quick thrust, filling me to the hilt. I cry out in both surprise and pleasure, so deliciously full of him that if I died right now, I’d do so the happiest woman in the world.
The sex isn’t gentle. It’s raw and carnal and animalistic. Both of us biting and scratching, flipping and moving, trying to get him as deep as possible. When he flips me onto my stomach and rams into me from behind, a groan tears from my throat.
Sensing he’s hit the right spot, he picks up speed, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing and the slapping of skin as he fucks me so hard I swear when my orgasm starts to peak, I forget how to breathe, and when it finally crests, I swear I see stars.
My release takes Macallan over the edge, and moments later, he spills himself into the condom on a deep grunt that I swear I wish I could record and play over and over again for the rest of my life. The sexiest sound to ever touch my ears.
I whimper a protest when he pulls out, rolling to my back to watch him slide off the condom, discarding it in a nearby trashcan before turning back to me.
I have to resist the urge to cover myself when he openly looks at me, my naked body on full display, but the look in his eyes keeps me from doing so. The heated look of desire thick in his expression as he moves toward me.
“Now.” He grins a wicked smile, grabbing my ankles before pulling me down the bed, leaving my ass hanging off the edge of the mattress. “Seems I’ve worked up quite the appetite.” My arousal spikes as he lowers himself onto his knees.
And when his tongue does one full sweep, settling on my clit, I have only one thought... I never want this to end.