32. Misely
thirty-two
Misely
H e was addicting. The weight of him as he lay me down on the cheap hotel mattress, the scratch of his beard against my skin, and the scent of that damned cinnamon gum. I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
My thoughts were filled with him.
Talon, Talon, Talon.
More. More. More.
More kissing, more frantic touching, more overpowering need .
Maybe I was letting lust cloud my judgment, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered when his tongue danced around mine, when his palm skittered up my torso to cup my breasts, pinching tightly around the peak of my nipple.
Desperately, I clawed for the button of his jeans, whimpering when it took three tries to unsnap them. My lips twitched into a smirk when I found his cock hard and ready, a deep rumble coming from his chest when I stroked him root to tip. I did it again, harder, reveling in the way his hips thrust forward of their own volition.
Perching himself up with his palms on either side of my shoulders, his gaze slid down to where my hand was fisting his length. Talon’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, a rose color flushing in the top of his cheeks. God, I loved that. “Just like that, baby.” His hips punched forward again, and I squeezed tighter.
Heat scorched through my insides, need like I’d never experience clouding my vision. I squirmed, desperation taking over my nerve endings. “Talon, I need you.” I couldn’t stop the words even if I’d wanted to. I felt the way his body tensed at them, like he’d been caught off guard. The tension was gone within seconds. Talon pulled me to sit up and stripped my top from my body. Fire flashed in his expression when he caught sight of my bare chest but he kept moving, taking his attention to my jeans, and more importantly how quickly he could get them off me.
They were halfway down my thighs when his whispered, “You have been such a surprise.” reached my ears. I was too far gone for the panic to set in. Too far gone to question what that could possibly mean. When the denim reached my ankles, I kicked it off, the throbbing between my legs throwing patience out the window.
I didn’t respond to his quiet confession, pretending I hadn’t heard him; not ready for that conversation. Talon’s clothes dropped to the floor beside mine, then he crawled back over my body. His kiss was slower, more deliberate. Like he was tasting me. Breathing me into his body. His hands, large and calloused, roamed over every inch of my bare skin, pausing every few seconds to squeeze. Clever fingers made their way to my pussy, brushing over my clit so softly—too softly—making me groan.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Talon’s order was gentle but no less domineering than if he had growled it at me.
But words were impossible, my teeth nearly chattering from the force of my body shaking with need. “Y-you know what I want,” I managed to say, arching my back to rub against him. But he evaded me, pulling his body away from mine and leaning his face into my neck. His words brushed against my ear making me shiver.
“Do I? I think I need to hear it. I need to hear that pretty little voice of yours tell me.”
A thumb coasted over my nipples, making them so hard they hurt.
“I would think you’d hate my voice,” I muttered. “With how much I talk back.”
His chuckle was throaty, the sound shooting straight to my core. “Don’t tell anyone but…” His mouth trailed a line of kisses between my breasts. “I think I like it when you talk back.”
Teeth grazed over one of those hard peaks, biting down lightly. I sucked in a breath, my head thrown back into the pillow behind me. “ Talon .”
“Use your words, Misely.” Oh , the way he said my name.
“Fuck me,” I gasped out harshly, my back bowing in a desperate attempt to get better purchase of my clit against his fingers.
Talon sucked his teeth with reproach, but he gifted me with a steadier pressure where I needed it, moving the tip of his finger in tight circles that shot stars into my vision. “Come on sweetheart, you can do better than that. How do you want me?”
Agitation mingled with my arousal, a frustrated huff escaping me. His dark laugh reached me again, heightening the thickening emotions coursing through me. One thick finger slid past my entrance, lightening shooting through my veins. “You’re so wet for me.”
“There, there, there! ” He was hitting a nerve and oh, oh my, I didn’t care what he was saying, didn’t care how much time he took as long as he kept doing exactly what he was doing. A chill and the sudden absence of his touch had my eyes snapping open.
Humor sparked life into those brown eyes, roving over my face lazily. So much restraint, so much control. Wholly unbothered by my waning patience. “Talon,” I pleaded, careless in how pitiful I sounded. “Please. Please , I need you. I need to feel you.” I couldn’t read his expression and I was sure I didn’t want to. When his lips met mine, I melted into it.
Talon’s kiss took my breath away, stealing every ounce of self-control I had remaining. Hitching a leg up around his back, our bodies joined in one smooth motion. Air whooshed out of my lungs. There was a collective groan from us both, Talon’s lips parting, his eyes never leaving mine.
He kept a slow, luxuriating, infuriating pace. I wanted him to pound into me until I felt him in my skull, wanted to be fucked within an inch of my life. I wanted him everywhere, all at once. Needed it. Because outside of this moment in this room, there were too many unanswered questions. And whatever had begun brewing between the two of us when Talon forced his way into my life was one of those blazing questions.
This though? This wasn’t confusing. This was bliss. Pure pleasure. Like a drug. I didn’t need to ask questions when it came to this. I knew. I knew this was good and that it felt good. And it very well might be my last chance to have it. Baring down, I met his thrust hard, shocking a gasp out of us both.
Heavy hands moved to my hips, gripping them hard. “I’d hang on if I were you, Blondie.” To what?
My hands had barely grabbed purchase on the metal spindles of the headboard when his strokes became punishing. Yes . His lids hooded over his gaze, fixated on where he stretched me, filling me over and over again.
“Is this what you wanted?” he bit out, baring his teeth as he met me stroke for stroke. My response was an indistinguishable garble of sounds, my head bouncing up and down in an erratic nod.
“It’s what I want too, you little terror.” His eyes searing through my flesh. With every slide of his cock against my inner walls, I came closer and closer, fire lashing through my veins. “ My little terror.”
Oh , that was it, right there . Those words, his weight and movement, the sweat beading against my skin. It was all too much. My scream was long and hoarse, my pussy clamping like a vice around him. It took four more hard thrusts and Talon was following me over the edge, his jaw falling open on a groan. Making no move to give me space, he hovered over my sweat slickened skin, pressing his lips into the crook of my neck and layering it with open mouthed kisses as if he were marking his territory.
I cursed myself for wishing he was.