Chapter 20
TWENTY
STEELE
I calmly unlock the door to my house, acting like the inside of my boxer briefs aren’t completely soaked with precum from what’s gone down within the last hour.
It was risky enough stealing someone’s date—who happens to be my team owner’s daughter—from a charity function.
I wasn’t about to add banging her in the front seat of my car to my list of possible offenses for the evening, despite how desperate I was.
When the whole world has cameras with ten-times zoom lenses right in their back pockets, the only safe place is your own home, unless your aim is to have private moments plastered on the internet. Which is definitely not the case here.
Not to mention, the things I want to do to this girl would get me arrested in every fucking state.
I usher Sydney inside without a word, locking the door before removing my shoes and jacket.
By the time I turn to where she stands in the middle of my entryway, she’s already got a finger under one strap of her dress, slowly—agonizingly—sliding it off her shoulder.
I lick my lips, casually removing my cufflinks and placing them on the console table as she moves to the other side.
The air between us crackles with tension, every muscle in my body pulling whipcord tight when she shimmies the satin gown past her hips until it’s pooled in a heap at her feet.
I want to tell her how perfect she is. How badly I want to spend my night feeding every one of her desires.
But I can’t seem to remember a single word of the English language with her standing in front of me, looking like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Dragging my eyes down her frame, my mouth begins to water uncontrollably with the need to taste her.
My cock aches behind my zipper at the sight of her braless tits, those diamond-tipped barbells begging me to take them between my teeth.
I long to drag my tongue past her navel, stopping at the waistband of the smallest panties I’ve ever seen in my life.
The black lace barely covers the heaven between her thighs, two thin strings holding the scrap together at the sides.
I bet I could tear them off her in an instant, revealing what I already know is the prettiest pussy in the world.
“You’re goddamn exquisite,” I tell her, looking my fill as I untuck my shirt and work the buttons open, one by one.
She bites her lower lip while she watches me undress, making me feel like a god with each inch of skin I expose to her.
Her breathing is fast and ragged, letting me know that she’s just as close to snapping as I am.
“So are you,” she coos as I drop the stiff material to the floor and move to unfasten my pants.
They’re kicked aside, too, followed by my socks until we’re both standing in only our underwear with five excruciating feet of space between us.
The only sounds in the room are our heavy breaths as we stare at each other like we can’t believe this moment is actually real.
When I can no longer take the distance, I beckon her with a crook of my finger.
“Come here, gorgeous.” At first, I wonder if she’ll follow my request. I know how hard it is for her to not be the one in charge, but that’s not what I want tonight.
As much as I’m dying to get her on her knees for me if she’s willing, I just want this to be about us.
I’ve been dreaming of having Sydney in my bed since the moment she walked out of that room at Velvet, and I want to spend the next eight hours showing her how much I’ve missed her.
Without hesitation, she steps in my direction, the most adorable smile on her face as she approaches.
As soon as she’s within my reach, I’ve got an arm banded around her waist, hauling her nearly naked body into mine.
She sucks in a gasp of surprise when I take both of her ass cheeks in my hands and lift her from the floor.
Just like they did in the supply closet, her ankles hook around my hips, and we both sigh in relief when her warm core presses against my erection.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby,” I tell her, putting us both out of our misery as I slant my mouth over hers.
Electricity pricks at my lips as soon as we connect, spreading throughout my body like a live wire.
I could kiss her every minute for the rest of my life and never feel any different than I do right now. It’s exciting. Intoxicating. Real.
Without pulling away, I walk us toward the hallway, momentarily stopping to press her against the wall as I grind my length over her slit.
I swallow every moan, knowing that without a doubt, I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive for getting to feel her this way.
Sydney Grant is more than perfection. She’s everything, and she’s all mine.
Finally making it to the bedroom, I drop her onto the bed, immediately crawling over her body and settling between her spread thighs.
Her blonde hair fans out around her head like a halo, but I can tell by the fire in her eyes that there’s not an ounce of angel inside her right now.
We may not be involving any kink in tonight’s festivities, but that doesn’t mean I’m not about to experience her in the filthiest ways.
I want to lick her. Suck her. Fuck every one of her holes until she’s screaming my name in ecstasy.
I need to make sure she’s ruined for anyone else, so that if she ever tries to replicate what I’ve given her, she’ll find nothing but disappointment and emptiness.
Call it obsessed—toxic—or whatever else you want, but there isn’t a universe where we don’t belong to one another.
I know it, and now it’s time to enlighten her.
I coast my lips down her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin below her ear as I palm her breast. Her nipples are hardened into the most beautiful, jeweled points, calling my mouth like a siren’s song as I continue my descent.
Pulling one into my mouth, I earn a rushed hiss when my teeth sink in gently, giving the barbell a tug.
Her hands thread through my hair, nails biting into my scalp and spurring me on.
“Fuck. Steele,” she moans, my cock weeping at the sound of my name falling from her lips in pleasure.
I make quick work of removing my boxer briefs while still lavishing her aching tits the way they deserve, giving myself room to breathe without the tight restriction.
I’m throbbing for her, pumping out a bead of precum that smears against her thigh as I work my way down further.
“Love it when you say my name, Mistress,” I murmur against the heated skin below her navel, nipping at the flesh and making her squirm against the comforter. “I can’t wait to hear you scream it when my tongue is buried in your sweet cunt, right where it belongs.”
She whimpers something intelligible, and I mentally high-five myself for already having her this worked up.
I’ve barely even touched her, yet her body language is telling me that she’s desperate for it.
I bet I could get her to submit so easily right now, making every one of my most depraved fantasies come to life as she willingly bends to my every command.
But that’ll have to wait, because tonight, I’m going to worship her from head to toe.
“Poor, precious girl,” I pout mockingly, sitting back on my heels just long enough to pull her panties down her legs and toss them to the floor before settling my shoulders between her thighs.
The smell of her arousal hits me like a three-hundred-pound linebacker, causing the very last fiber of my self-restraint to snap.
“Give me this pussy,” I growl, skipping past the pleasantries and teasing as I dive face-first into her wet heat.
She cries out when I find her pierced clit, wrapping my lips around it and giving a not-so-gentle suck.
Her hands shoot back into my hair, holding on for dear life as I shamelessly feast like I’ve been starving for years.
“Steele!” My hips pump against the mattress when she cries out, her ass lifting off the bed as she tries to ride me from below.
Normally, I’d pin her down and remind her that I’m in charge, but I want this experience to be as natural as we are.
We both crave the power. The control. And tonight, neither one of us has to give it up.
“There you go,” I praise, licking up her slit.
“Fuck my face. Take what you need.” She obeys, rolling her hips in figure eights until she finds the pattern and pressure that has her teetering on the edge of a release.
I continue to devour her, ghosting my fingertips up her thigh before sinking one inside her, then another.
She opens beautifully, her inner walls hugging me like they’re desperate to keep me there.
But I’m not going anywhere. Not until she’s passed out, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure that only I can provide.
“Suck my clit, baby boy,” she breathes, and I obey immediately. My fingers continue to fuck her, lips tugging on the sensitive bundle of nerves as it swells against my tongue. I can tell she’s ready. She just needs that final push to send her careening into oblivion.
“Good girl, Sydney. Come hard, so I can give you my cock. Make this horny pussy nice and slick for me.” Adding another finger, I curl them toward her G-spot, earning the most beautiful, guttural sound I’ve ever heard.
Her head thrashes from left to right, and she yanks on my hair so tightly that I’m surprised she doesn’t tear it right from my scalp.
But the pain only makes me devour her more as her inner muscles begin to flutter around me.
“Fuck! Steele! I’m coming!” she screams, her legs trembling involuntarily as I use my free hand to hold her open. She’s unbelievably wet, the pressure from her orgasm as it finally slams into her nearly pushing me from her body as I fight to stay inside.