Chapter 10 #2
“You are so fucking hot,” he growls into my ear, trailing kisses across my collarbone. Did he say that or did I say that? His teeth scrape against my ear lobe, and I moan again into his neck.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for days,” I say, barely managing to get the words out before his mouth is on mine again. Our tongues and hands tangle together. I want…no I need to feel every inch of his body on mine.
“I want to hear you scream my name, Banshee.”
“Shayne,” I say between kisses.
“That’s not good enough. Remember, I’ve heard you scream. Scream for me.”
“I want you, Shayne!” I yell.
“Not good enough,” he says, twisting my nipple between his fingers. I arc against him.
“FUCK ME, SHAYNE,” I cry as loud as my breathless body can muster, and the sound of it echoes off the pinewood walls surrounding us.
Shayne’s laugh rumbles out of him, the sound an intoxicating vibration against my body.
I grind myself into him, wordlessly begging for him to be inside me already.
Shayne slides his hand between us, his fingers finding my center.
He strokes me through my underwear, and my eyes roll back into my head.
Nothing should feel this good. He moves aside my underwear, sliding first one, then two fingers into me.
Waves of pleasure erupt as I rock my hips against his hand.
He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, his fingers plunging deeper and deeper into me with each thrust, and I am destroyed by it.
I don’t know how he’s managing to keep us upright against the door, but I’m grateful for it because my legs would absolutely be giving out right now for the second time tonight.
The orgasm that hits me is so powerful, so overwhelming, that it curls my toes, and I throw back my head against the door.
I writhe against him, my fingers clawing against his shoulders, but I’m trapped, powerless and at the mercy of his hand.
His strokes become achingly slow and deliberate as my body builds up to another crescendo.
I can’t take it. I’m so sensitive, it’s almost painful.
All it would take is one deliberate stroke to set me off.
“There needs to be less clothing between us,” I say, my voice husky.
“All in good time,” he says, continuing to torture me with feather-light caresses.
“Don’t make me beg.” I’m riding the edge of another orgasm, but these teasing touches are keeping it at bay.
“Tell me what you want, Banshee,” Shayne asks, his lips hovering just above mine. His tongue caresses my lower lip before he draws it into his mouth, sucking gently.
I pull back as much as I can, which isn’t far considering I’m still sandwiched against him and the door. “I want you inside me. Right now.”
The look he gives me is molten fire. He shifts so both arms are bearing my weight and carries me into the kitchen, my legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth hungry on his.
I break away from his mouth for a second so I can rip off my night shirt.
His shirt follows next. My underwear is tossed somewhere behind him.
He puts me on the counter and then rakes his eyes over me, raising his hand to squeeze my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth.
“You are a masterpiece. A gorgeous, funny, annoying masterpiece,” he says to the skin between my breasts as he licks a trail up towards my waiting mouth.
I reach between us, tugging at the button of his jeans like my life depends on it.
Because it does. I am losing my mind with wanting him so badly.
He’s hard and slick in my hand, and I rub the length of him from base to tip as he groans against my neck.
This angle would never have worked with John.
Where did that thought come from? John is the last person I should be thinking about right now, but the comparison arises unbidden in my mind.
John would never have fucked me in the kitchen.
Another reason to be grateful we aren’t together anymore.
If we were, I’d never be here, in the midst of incredible kitchen sex.
Shayne brings me back to the present, gripping my ass and pulling me closer towards him so I feel the hard length of him pushing against me.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a condom. I take it from him, ripping the foil with my teeth before sliding the rubber on.
Shayne flashes me a feral grin, all teeth and raw hunger. “So impatient.”
In answer, I wrap my thighs even tighter around him, locking my heels behind his back.
He grips my hips with both hands and thrusts into me, setting a rhythm that has me holding on to his shoulders for dear life.
Each thrust is deeper than the last as he pounds into me.
I’m tempted to cry it feels so good, which is a sensation I’ve never felt before.
I release my grip on his shoulders and lean back on both arms, shifting my hips up so I can take more of him inside me.
The orgasm that was hovering crashes over me, and I scream out my release.
Suddenly Shayne lifts me off the counter and spins me so I’m now facing away from him.
I bend over the counter, gripping on to the other side as he plunges into me from behind. His fingers grip onto my shoulders like vices, and I might have bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less. The driving force of him arches my back as another orgasm rips through me.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan out. I’m obliterated. Completely and utterly obliterated.
Shayne thrusts into me for the final time and lets out a low groan as he finishes, collapsing onto my back.
My insatiable mind immediately starts listing the places in this cabin I’ll be insisting we have sex next: the couch, the floor in the living room, the floor in the hallway, maybe the broom-closet bathroom, definitely somewhere outside, then maybe if we’re still feeling up to it, the bed.
“That was even better than I imagined,” Shayne says into my shoulder, punctuating each word with a kiss across my shoulder blades. He’s still inside me, and even though the edge of the counter is starting to dig painfully into my hip, there’s not a chance in hell I’m moving.
“So you imagined this, huh?” I don’t recognize my own voice. Who is this deeply satisfied individual?
“Of course I did. Didn’t take much work on my part since you were naked the night we met.
Let’s just say, I didn’t get a lot of sleep after that.
” Shayne pushes himself off me, pulling his jeans back over his hips.
The bad mood he arrived with seems to have dissipated.
Nothing a world-shattering orgasm can’t fix.
“Ah, so freezing naked women are your thing?” I crouch down to grab my nightshirt.
“When the freezing, don’t forget screaming, naked woman looks this good,” he says, palming my ass. “Absolutely.”
“I wasn’t sure this was where your head was at honestly. You’re kind of hard to read.” I have no clue where my underwear is, and I’d much rather watch Shayne moving around my kitchen than look for them.
Shayne scoffs. “Says the one who tries to bite my head off every other conversation.”
“That was just my poor attempt at disguising how attracted I am to you.” My face heats in embarrassment.
My body is throbbing in a variety of distracting ways, most of them good. However, getting tossed over a counter didn’t do much good for my strained lower back, and I dig my knuckles into my flesh, trying to relieve the tension.