Chapter 13 #3
Holy shit. I suspected he'd be ripped under his clothes, but I had no idea. The reptilian tattoo I'd caught a glimpse of so many times was actually a dragon, winding its way down his chest, down across his abs.
Two. Four. Six. Eight…
OMG.
Do you know how rare it is to have an eight-pack? How your genetics have to be just right? This man won the physical lottery. But right now, it felt like I was the one reaping the rewards.
I licked my lips. I really wanted to lick his abs. And the V of his hips. And…
He smiled. "I hope you're not disappointed."
"What?" I glanced up at his face for a moment. My face heated. "Hell no."
I pushed his shirt over his head and let it drop down to the floor behind him.
I undid the button on his pants and slid down the zipper. My fingers brushed over his heated erection through his underwear, drawing a moan from his lips.
He wiggled his hips and let me push his pants until they fell to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, then his pants and stood in front of me in only his boxers with a massive tent in the front.
I smiled. "Avengers underwear."
He glanced down and gave me a boyish grin. "A guy never knows when his… Iron Man might need to come out."
I choked back a laugh. "Is that what they're calling them these days?"
"That or Thor's hammer." He shrugged and placed one hand behind my head to pull me in for a kiss. With the other, he caressed my breast like it was the most precious thing in the universe.
I laughed against his mouth and kissed him back. He tasted like nothing I've ever tasted before. I tucked it into the back of my mind to think about later.
His fingers travelled slowly, feather light, from my head down my back, to the top of my panties.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yes," I said, with no hesitation. I wanted him so badly I might pop.
He nodded and tugged my panties until they fell at my feet. I kicked them aside. With my help, his Avengers boxers joined them a moment later.
Hands on my hips, he picked me up and sat me on the table near my phone.
Before I even had a chance to realise what he was doing, he crouched in front of me and gently parted my knees. He kissed his way up one thigh, then the other, before he buried his face in the junction between my legs, heat from his breath ghosting over me.
He inhaled deeply. Exhaled an appreciative hum for my scent and dove in deeper.
With a deft tongue, he began to stroke my folds, the tip teasing my clit.
I gripped the edge of the table to either side of me and closed my eyes.
"That feels amazing," I said, breathless.
"Yes, you do," he murmured between firm licks and nibbles. He drew my clit between his lips and sucked gently.
I had no breath to spare to laugh, all my attention was on clinging to the table while rolling my hips, grinding my pussy against his mouth.
I tipped my head back and moaned once, twice.
"I'm going to…" I didn't finish speaking before I shattered into a million pieces. Tiny slivers of light danced in my vision, then a haze of orgasmic bliss. The only thing that existed in the world was my pleasure and his mouth. There was no line where one started and the other began.
"Ohhh, Hawk…" I whispered. "That's so…" The wave went on and on until it finally began to ebb, bringing me back down to the table with a languid bump.
He got to his feet, a smug smile on his lips. "I love how you sound when you come." He placed his hands on my hips and stepped in closer.
"I need you to fuck me now." I wound my shaking legs around his waist, guiding him to my drenched entrance.
“With pleasure.” His one hand left my hip to guide himself, while the other tightened its hold. I hoped there would be marks left; I wanted to have a momento.
With a soft sigh, he slid inside me. Just his weeping head at first, then more as my muscles relaxed to let him in deeper. I arched my back, pushing myself onto him until he was balls deep inside my body.
"Mmmm, Becca." His hand came back to my other hip, holding me steady.
He closed his eyes and was still for a long moment before he began to move.
Firm, confident and rhythmic. He drove me, us, harder and faster, sliding his cock all the way out before pressing back in.
The friction our bodies created was so hot I wouldn't have been surprised to see sparks.
When I thought he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of my pussy with an obscene, wet pop. His grip firm, he picked me up and carried me to the couch. Carefully, a smile on his lips, he lowered me down, then lowered himself on top of me, most of his weight between my knees.
He guided his cock with one hand and slid back inside me. He caressed my breasts with his hands and mouth as he thrust, slow and deliberate.
"I could do this all night," he said between kisses, licks and sucks on my nipples. "You're incredible."
"So are you," I replied with the small part of my brain that could actually manage a response. "I feel so full."
He groaned and moved faster. He let one of his hands wander down my body, from my breasts, over my belly, down to my clit. He rubbed a finger in tiny circles over my sensitive nerves in time with his strokes.
"Hawk…"
"Come again for me," he panted. "Come with me. I can't hold on much longer."
His touch and words drove me full-tilt back to the edge and over again. My muscles clenched around his cock as I came apart harder than before. My head fell back as I shouted his name to the ceiling.
"Fuck, Becca…" He grunted and ground down hard as my orgasm stole one from him. I swear I felt his balls tighten before he exploded inside me. He grunted again and again, sucked in a breath and sagged down onto me once he was done filling me up.
Slick with sweat, we both flopped in a tangle of arms and legs on the couch.
"Holy shit, Becca," he said when he finally caught his breath. "You're more than I ever expected. So much more. To think, we wasted all of those years."
I put my finger to his lips. "Not wasted," I said. "Never wasted. We needed time to grow."
"You definitely grew." He ran two fingers over my breast.
I squirmed. Apparently my desire wasn't done with me yet. If anything, I was more sensitive and aroused than ever.
"Just a touch," I agreed. "So did you."
"Even if I didn't grow up." He grinned and nodded toward his boxers.
"If growing up means boring underwear," I said, "then growing up is overrated."
"It really is," he agreed. "I'll be one hundred and still wearing Ninja Turtle boxers."
I laughed. "Yeah baby, talk geeky to me." My tongue darted over my lips. "Should we take this into the bedroom?"
I expected him to say he had to leave, making some excuse about a busy day tomorrow. He'd grab up his clothes, throw them on and run without looking back.
I held my breath. I hurt my own feelings with that line of thought.
"I have a better idea," he said.
"Not the elevator," I said quickly. I was too naked to walk the corridors.
"Awww." He pouted. "I actually meant the shower. Then bed. Maybe even catch some sleep around dawn."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Nothing embarrassing, luckily. It was just a regular, round clock.
"That's hours away."
"Exactly." He wriggled his brows and reached for my hand. "I'm not going to stop until I make you scream."
"What if I don't scream?" I asked. I wasn't much of a screamer.
He thought for a moment. At last, he said, "I won't stop until I scream."
I laughed and socked him on his insanely muscular bicep.
"If you scream too loud, I'll get a reputation in this building," I told him.
Whatever would Gladys think? She might be too scared to come and eat with me anymore. I mentally socked myself. Gladys would be happy for me, and ask for all the details, just like Grace.
Grace, she'd text me like crazy in the morning. I reminded myself to thank for her advice about wearing matching underwear. Sure, it wasn't as cool as movie merch, but the black lace hadn't gone unnoticed by Hawk.
"What could be worse than getting a reputation for having a good time?" Hawk said ironically.
"So many things," I agreed. It depended on who the person was. No one would care what I was doing, but people would want to know who I was doing it with, if they knew. Both of our personal lives would be laid bare for the consumption of people who, for some reason, found it interesting.
We'd have to be careful.
I wound my arm around his and led him toward the bathroom. The idea of a shower was appealing. I had a suspicion I'd always enjoy getting hot, wet and naked with Hawk Florence.