Chapter 19 #2
We both groan into the kiss, releasing everything we’ve been choking down for weeks.
It’s everything I’ve imagined and more. He’s not tentative. Not careful. He doesn’t test the waters.
He takes. Claims. His mouth is hot, unrelenting, full of wild hunger. The pressure steals my breath but I don’t want it back. His tongue pushes past my lips, and his taste slams into me... whiskey, mint, smoke.
I clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer, even though there’s no space left between us. His fist in my hair tightens, angling my head for better access, and he fills his free hand with my hip, dragging me further against his hard, thick cock pulsing between us.
“Feel that?” He sucks my bottom lip, then bites down. “That’s what you do to me every single day.”
I roll my hips on instinct, watching his head snap back, jaw clenching. “Like that, do you?”
He doesn’t answer, claiming my mouth again, his hands pushing my t-shirt—his t-shirt—up, up, up, until it’s off. He tosses it over his shoulder, both hands landing on my breasts.
My whole body jerks at the contact.
“Perfect,” he grits out, dark eyes snapping to mine.
“Small,” I counter, latching onto the curve of his neck, desperate to mark him.
“No.” He pushes me away, kneading the soft flesh. “I said perfect. Look how they fit in my hands.”
I glance down, a shudder running through me at the sight of his big, tattooed hands on my body. The picture is obscene but so fucking perfect. I grind into him harder, soaking my panties and his slacks as I chase the friction.
He pinches my nipples, then grips my neck, pulling me in for a kiss as his other hand slides between us, fingers finding the wet fabric between my thighs.
“Fuck, hellcat...” His thumb ghosts my clit, tearing a moan out of me. “You’re soaked.”
“I wonder why...”
He smirks, pressing the little button harder. “That mouth will get you in trouble.”
“That mouth will get you off,” I shoot back, dragging my nails down his toned chest.
Without warning, he pushes my panties aside and sinks two fingers inside me, curling them just right.
My eyes roll back into my head. “God, Koby...”
“I barely touched you.” He catches my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. “And you’re almost coming.”
I squirm in his lap, chasing his fingers, and he watches every twitch like he’s starving for it.
“Touch me more.”
“Look at me,” he orders, curling his fingers deeper, his thumb finding my clit in the same motion.
He stares right into my eyes, his lips parted, hunger painting every line of his face. The intensity in his gaze drives me wild. He stares like his life depends on memorizing every gasp.
“That’s it, hellcat, let go. Let loose. Come for me.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, chasing the high. “Oh, oh God... Koby—” The orgasm hits, consuming my senses and blanketing my vision with black spots.
My thighs shake, nails bite into his shoulders, and my pulse roars in my ears as I clench around his fingers. Still, he doesn’t let go. His fingers keep moving, dragging the orgasm out of me. His thumb grinds my clit harder, drawing circles until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
“Shh, you’re okay. Give me one more.” His lips graze my shoulder, teeth scraping my skin as he kisses an upward line and nips my ear. “One more. You’ve got more in you. Give it to me.”
“I... Koby... I can’t—”
“You can. Eyes on me. I want you to watch what your orgasm does to me, hellcat.”
My eyelashes quiver, but I force my eyes open, my skin burning when I see his savage look.
“One more,” he demands, playing my clit like it’s an instrument he’s done his ten thousand hours mastering.
He thrusts his fingers faster and the wave that’s barely left comes crashing back with a new force. I cry out, my thighs not far from cramping, fingertips near tearing through his shoulders as my nerve endings sing. And Koby’s lips part, his eyes so dark they’re almost entirely black.
“I could watch you like this for hours,” he whispers, scrutinizing my face as he eases his wet fingers out of me.
He strokes my cheek with his free hand and drags his thumb across my swollen lower lip.
“I’m not done with you yet, but I need to know how experienced you are before we do anything else. ”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
He chuckles as his fingers frame my jaw, tilting my head so I can’t escape his stare. “Have you had sex before?”
“Oh.” My forehead falls onto his. I feel weightless. Completely boneless. “Yes. Once.”
“Once?”
“I lost my virginity in the most clichéd way. At a party, after a few drinks, with a guy I’d been crushing on at school. He never looked at me again, which was fine because the sex was awful.”
“No surprises there, teenage boys know fuck all about pleasing a woman.”
I curl my fingers into his shirt, ghosting my lips across his. “Good thing I have a man right here to show me what I’ve been missing.”
A greedy shadow falls over his features as he slides his hands under my thighs, lifting me with ease. “We’re taking this to bed.”
“But—”
“No buts. You only had sex once, at least three years ago. And high school kids have no staying power.”
He crosses the hallway, kicks the door open, and gently lays me down on his bed. The scent of his cologne soaked deep into the sheets assaults me from every angle.
His knees dent the mattress as he climbs over me, lips on my neck, hands firm but not forceful on my skin, the carnal fire from two minutes ago gone and replaced with care.
This is not how I imagined sex with Koby. He’s too careful, too slow, too delicate.
“I’m not breakable.” I shove him off, straddle his legs, and fiddle with his belt.
“Leilani—”
“No.” I smack his chest, then grab the hem of his shirt, tearing it over his head.
His tattoos flex with the movement, his chest rising hard against my palms. “You don’t get to be soft with me.
” I yank his slacks halfway down his thighs, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. “You want me? Then take me.”
“You had sex once.” He grabs my hips when I grind into him again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I hook my fingers into his waistband, yanking it down enough to free his cock.
My breath fucking stutters. He’s much longer and thicker than those two fingers, and they barely had any room inside me.
I rise onto my knees, lining us up, arousal sticking to the inside of my thighs. “I’ll hurt you if you go slow.”
I sink in one fluid motion and gasp, struggling to take him.
His head hits the pillow, and his hands grasp my hips. “Fuck, hellcat. A little warning next time, alright?”
“I’ll think about it.”
I roll my hips, savoring the burn of him stretching me. Despite his fingers bruising my flesh to keep me in place, I start moving back and forth. His eyes widen when I brace my hand against his throat.
“Still want to treat me like I’ll break?”
“Not a chance.” He grabs my waist, flips us over and slams into me so hard the headboard rattles against the wall.
“Yes!” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his back, the heels of my feet digging into his ass and urging him deeper, faster.
“Jesus, baby... you’re perfect,” he growls into my neck, his hot breath skittering along my skin, every thrust punishing, deep, and addictive. “You feel—Christ... you’re so tight.”
Every thrust knocks me higher up the bed. I cling to him. Pull him closer, then draw long lines down his back, my moans hitting the walls one by one.
Koby keeps going, his rhythm sharp and rough, absolutely in time with my instinct. The bed groans beneath us, a mist of sweat covering our bodies in seconds.
“Harder,” I mewl, sucking and kissing his throat.
He shifts, slides one hand under my ass, tilts my hips a little, and suddenly, every thrust hits a magical place that has stars blinking behind my eyes.
“Harder?” His teeth scrape the shell of my ear before trailing down the side of my neck. “Hard won’t do shit if I don’t hit the spot, hellcat.”
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in, pushing every millimeter of his cock as deep as possible.
“You’ll come again.” His thumb finds my clit, rolling it side to side, just enough pressure to rip another sharp cry out of me. “I’ve imagined what you’ll feel like spasming around me every time I fucked my fist. Show me, hellcat.”
My body obeys him before my mind can resist, the orgasm flooding my nerve endings.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps and keeps going, fucking me right through it as he groans into my mouth, that noise alone helping me ride the tide that much longer.
Who knew the sounds he makes would be so erotic?
He pushes himself up, never breaking the tempo, eyes roving my body, hands spreading me wider. “Fuck, look at you... wet, pink, taking me so fucking well.”
His breaths turn shallow, every next thrust jerky, deep, less rhythmic until he crushes me into the mattress, groaning against my throat as he spills inside me.
I hold him close, wrapping my arms tight around his back, loving the burn, the stretch, the weight of him. The ragged sound of his breathing fills my ear. I’ve never felt as safe as I do right now, trapped under this dangerous, complicated man.
He doesn’t move right away. He stays inside me, pressed close, his heart slamming into mine. His breath steadies and his big body softens until suddenly, he tenses again, pulling back.
“Fuck... You crashed my brain, Leilani.” He raises on one elbow, looking down on me, his brows knitting together. “I don’t suppose you’re on birth control?”
A cold sweat slithers down my spine.
He just... how did I not think about protection? I like Koby, but I’m not having his baby. I doubt he’ll remember my name six months down the line.
What the hell was I thinking?!
“Hey, hey.” His knuckles brush my face. “Breathe, hellcat. You’re fine. I’m not getting you pregnant. I’ll stock up on condoms and get you the morning-after pill.” His mouth softens against my skin, kissing my jaw, my cheek, the tip of my nose.
“We’re reckless, Koby. I’m reckless. I didn’t even think—”
“I know.” He presses his index finger to my lips. “Neither did I, but it won’t happen again. I promise.”
He kisses me again and it’s nothing like our war of mouths before. This kiss is slower, less fire, more emotion. He bites my lip, soothing the sting with a lick and retracts his hips, rolling onto his side and taking me with him.
I burrow into his chest, my cheek nuzzled over the hastened thump of his heart. I listen as it slowly goes back to normal... and for the first time in years, I might sleep without nightmares.