Chapter 17 #2
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me down as he hovered over me. “Keep your hands on the bed.”
I nodded, anticipation tingling through my limbs.
He released my wrists to curl his fingers into my underwear before he moved down my body, peeling the fabric down my legs. They hit my boots and Walker removed those first before my panties disappeared.
I laid bare, arms above my head, as Walker Ironside stood, taking in every inch of me.
Shivering under his fiery stare, I felt everything tighten and swell, including my nipples.
“Spread your legs,” Walker demanded as he took his wallet out of his back pocket.
My womb clenched, and I knew he heard my excited gasp by the way his nostrils flared. Then I did as he asked and raised my knees and spread them.
It had been a long time since anyone had seen me this naked and vulnerable.
I only had a second to wonder if he liked what he saw before Walker’s chest began to rise and fall with quick, excited breaths. He yanked down his zipper and then shrugged off his jeans and boxer briefs.
I moved to sit up, to take him all in, and he commanded, “Don’t move.”
My belly trembled with need.
Walker’s eyes remained focused on me as he rolled a condom up his impressive, thick length.
“Oh my God.” I practically squirmed with need. “Come inside me. Please, Walker, now.”
In answer, he grabbed hold of my ankles and yanked me toward him.
I cried out as I slid down the bed and then he was on his knees, his head between my thighs. “Walker.”
“You said something about ‘my eating pleasure’ earlier,” he murmured wickedly, and then his mouth was on me. His beard scratched against my sensitive skin, and his tongue pushed inside me.
Another cry fell from my lips as I arched into him. His grip was bruising on my thighs as he held me open wide for his mouth, for the sinful things he could do with his mouth.
He fucked me with his tongue before sliding it up and over my clit.
“Walker!” I gasped, pushing into him. Then he sucked my clit hard and I was lost. Everything but the heat and tension swirling in my gut disappeared. It was coiled so tightly already, it took little to snap it.
For my orgasm to explode through me.
White-hot heat filled my vision as I came, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching, desperate for something to squeeze around.
My eyes flew open as I felt Walker come over me, his hands under my arms as he shifted me back up the bed with ease. He looked almost angry, his face was so hard with want. I invited him between my thighs as he gripped my wrists tight in his hands and held me down.
My panting filled the room as Walker nudged against me. Then he captured my mouth once more as he pushed into me. Hard.
My desire eased his way considerably, but he was big, thick, and that overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for caused a pleasure pain to zing down my spine. I groaned into his mouth, and he released my lips to demand, “You good?”
I nodded, staring up into his eyes, feeling so filled by him, so connected. I clenched around him, and Walker squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Sloane. You good?”
“Fuck me,” I commanded hoarsely.
His eyes flew open, fire in them.
And then he let me have it. Have him. I’d never been so consumed by another person. Everything was about the hot drive of him inside me. He didn’t hold back. He drove into me in slow but powerful thrusts that my hips rose to meet.
My gasps grew into cries, loud, pleasured sounds I couldn’t contain.
And I couldn’t touch him, could only take what he had to give as he held me down, and it was so goddamn exciting, I knew I was going to come too quickly. The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he pulled out and slammed back in.
“I’m close,” I panted.
He released one of my hands to grip my thigh and pulled it up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. I reached for him blindly as the tension inside me shattered and I yelled his name.
My orgasm rolled through me, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing around Walker.
His eyes widened at the first tight clench and he bit out a guttural, “Fuck.” He stared as if he’d never seen anything like me. With a gruff grunt, his hips pounded faster and then momentarily stilled.
“Sloane,” he bit out between clenched teeth, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
As his climax shuddered through him, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. “Sloane,” he murmured, grinding into me as if he wanted to prolong his orgasm.
Walker’s warm, heavy weight surrounded me, and I slid my free hand across his back. His skin was damp with exertion, his back so broad and muscled.
Our labored breathing rasped in my ears as he laid over me. Covering me.
I wasn’t a small woman, but I felt tiny beneath this mountain of a man.
I felt claimed.
The feminist in me should be appalled. But my inner cavewoman exalted because I’d just had the best sex of my life.
“I want more,” I said, wrapping my legs around his back. “I need you to do that again.”
Walker lifted his head, his face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before. Pleasure and amusement glimmered in his eyes. “When does Callie come home?”
“Not until tonight.”
“Then we have plenty of time.” He pushed up, off, and out of me.
“I have some more condoms in the car.” Walker’s gaze dragged down my body as he got off the bed and sauntered out of the room.
I rolled onto my side to watch him go, squeezing my legs together at the sight of his muscular ass and long, strong legs.
When he came back from obviously dealing with the condom, I sucked in a breath at the sight of his cock.
No wonder he’d felt so freaking awesome inside me.
So full and overwhelming.
“I’ll be a minute,” he said, shrugging into his jeans without bothering with his underwear. “When I get back, I want you on your hands and knees, arse facing the door.”
A shiver rippled through me at the command. “Bossy,” I whispered huskily.
The corner of his lip pulled up. “You’re about to find out just how bossy I can be.”