Chapter Sixteen #2
I lost the ability to rock against him, but the disappointment was short-lived as his fingers slid up the material between my thighs.
A gasp escaped me as his finger found my clit through the bikini, pressing in, and the pressure alone nearly sent me over the edge. My ragged moan escaped my lips, drifting out across the open balcony.
Kylo sucked in a deep breath before his hand slid under the material to touch me without the barrier.
His thumb went to my clit as two fingers slid deep inside me.
At the feel of my walls tightening around his fingers, a sound escaped Kylo that sounded close to a growl as his hips involuntarily bucked upward.
There was something undeniably hot about how far gone he seemed, like his need was matching mine, chasing away any of those nagging thoughts I’d been entertaining about him not being as into me as I’d been into him.
But then, well, his fingers started to thrust, wiping my mind clear of any thoughts at all as the pleasure consumed me.
“That’s it,” Kylo murmured, breath warm in my ear, “come for me.”
I was incapable of doing anything else, the pleasure starting as a coiled sensation that finally tightened enough to snap.
A loud, choked moan escaped me as his thumb continued to circle, as his fingers thrust.
My chest was tight by the time I came back down, making me suck in a greedy breath.
But before I could even really wrap my head around what had just happened, Kylo was once again grabbing my hips.
This time, he shifted out from under me, coming around my front as he lifted me up only to drop me on the edge of the hot tub.
He pressed in between my spread thighs, his hungry gaze holding mine for a second before he ducked down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
Desire shouldn’t have been able to spread so quickly again, but it wasn’t long before the heat was overtaking me as his tongue circled, flicked, as his lips sucked, as his teeth scraped and nipped.
And just when the pleasure felt close to pain, he shifted across my chest to continue.
I was so far gone that when he pressed me flat, my back resting against the sun-warmed cement, I didn’t even think about being completely naked on a rooftop for anyone to see.
All I could focus on was the way his fingers snagged the material of my panties and started to pull them downward until they landed with a slap back in the hot tub water.
Kylo lowered down in the water, going on his knees on the seat, then reached for my legs, spreading me wide for him, before going down and sucking my clit into his mouth.
I saw white, a choked sound escaping me as my hips bucked up, and my hand slapped to the back of his neck.
He sucked in a short, strobe-like pattern that seemed to sync up with my frantic heartbeat until I was gasping, writhing, torn between a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain.
My back arched off the cement as his lips released me, only for his tongue to start moving side to side at a frantic pace.
My fingers twisted in his hair as my thighs shook.
His fingers slipped back inside me, but instead of thrusting, they turned, crooked, and started to stroke against my upper wall.
My moans had become something else entirely, some sort of rasping gasp for air as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
Then, with one final stroke of his fingers, one last flick of his tongue, the orgasm screamed through me.
Hell, I might have screamed too as my legs crushed the sides of Kylo’s head, my hips rocked, my back arched, and my breath caught as the pleasure crashed over and over again.
I was still gasping as Kylo’s hands grabbed my knees, prying them off his skull with a little chuckle that vibrated against my thigh as he kissed down toward my knee.
I probably would have stayed just like that, staring up at the blue sky, too overwhelmed to move. But Kylo pulled himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his body and dripping all over mine.
“No, stay,” he said when I started to fold up as he lowered himself onto a chair. “I’m enjoying the view.”
My cheeks heated but I didn’t listen as I shifted up onto my knees then did something I never could have imagined myself capable of before that moment.
I crawled over toward him.
His pupils blew wide as he watched me, his body coiled so tight he seemed close to snapping.
The cement bit into my knees but I only seemed to notice it in a distracted way as I came to kneel before him, my hands sliding up his thighs as my gaze held his.
I watched the way his lips parted, a shocked hiss escaping as my palm slid across the head of him through the soaked material of his boxer briefs.
His fingers curled into fists on his legs, his jaw ticked.
His reaction was what emboldened me enough to pull down the waistband then reach inside to free him.
A choked sound escaped him as I stroked him down to the hilt then teased my thumb across the tip.
Then I ducked my head and sucked him into my mouth.
His hips jerked as his hand slapped down on the back of my neck and a ragged curse escaped him.
His reaction had a little moan escaping me, the sound vibrating around his length, dragging a groan out of him before I started to work him.
He gathered my hair and fisted it at the nape of my neck, letting him watch me as I moved up and down his cock.
The taste of him, the way he tensed, gasped, groaned, cursed, it all had my own desire ratcheting up once again.
But then his hand was twisting my hair tighter and pulling until the burn across my scalp gave me no choice but to slide backward until his cock slid out from between my pursed lips.
Kylo pulled just a little harder until my head was angled back to look up at him.
And what I saw had my sex clenching hard.
The heavy-lidded eyes, the wide pupils, the gaze that was borderline primal.
He got to his feet, his hand still in my hair, taking me with him.
His lips crashed down on mine—hard, hungry, almost bruising in their intensity.
And me?
I melted into it, into him.
So when he leaned down and hooked his hands behind my thighs, lifting me up off my feet, I didn’t need any prompting to pull them up and wrap them around his back as my arms slid around his neck, holding on as he started to walk us across the balcony.
I didn’t know where he was going.
I didn’t care as his tongue toyed with mine.
But I felt my belly bottom out as he hooked forward, leaving me desperately holding on until I felt the soft material of the outdoor bed beneath me.
Kylo kissed me for one long moment before pulling away to stand off the side of the round, partially shaded bed.
My gaze tracked down his body, finding his cock still out and straining.
A sound escaped him, catching me watching. Then his hands pushed down the soaked material of his boxers.
He reached down to something on the ground. I thought, possibly, to free his feet of the clinging material. But when he came back up, I saw the little gold foil square in his hand.
His breath rose and fell as frantically as mine as he raised the foil to nip the corner.
Then he quickly protected us before coming to the edge of the bed, his knees pressing in.
But he didn’t come right over me.
His lips found the outside of my knee and kissed upward. Over my thigh, my hipbone, my belly, ribs, the underside of my breasts, then between until he was kissing my neck once again.
I was trembling with need when his weight finally crushed into me, pressing me deeper into the cushions.
My legs slid up his sides, heels digging into his ass as he lowered down, his hard length sliding up my cleft as his lips finally found mine once again.
He was clearly trying to be soft, gentle, taking his time with me.
But the need was too strong, too desperate.
I was rocking against him. My nails scraped his back.
“Kylo, please,” I whimpered, breaking off the kiss.
That sexy rumble moved through him again, vibrating into me, as he shifted his hips back.
His gaze was on mine as the tip of him pressed against me for one agonizingly long second.
Then his hips thrust and he surged deep inside me.
I couldn’t tell you which was louder—his curse or my moan.
As my legs bracketed his hips and my walls adjusted to the thick stretch of him, though, I did know one thing. Nothing had ever felt quite so right.
But before I could wrap my head around that thought, Kylo’s hips pulled back before slamming deep again.
Not fast.
But hard.
Deep.
Making me achingly aware of every inch of him each time.
My sounds were deep, almost guttural as the pleasure grew—a deep ache that intensified with each passing second.
“Fuck, Rue,” he groaned as I tightened around him, as my breath caught, then exhaled on a moan as the orgasm surged through me.
Kylo kept the same pace through it, dragging it out until I was trembling and gasping for breath.
Only then did his lips find mine again as his pace slowed, softened, giving my body a chance to come down, but also somehow driving me up once again.
At the sound of my first moan, Kylo lifted up, watching me for a moment. Then he slid an arm under my back and rolled himself underneath me.
His hands slid behind my knees, gripping until the position forced me to push up and sit back, looking down at him.
His gaze was molten as his hands slipped up my chest to close over my breasts again.
Any uncertainty I might have felt under any other circumstance slipped away at the raw hunger in his gaze.
It wasn’t long before the ache deep inside had my hips rocking.
Kylo sucked in a steadying breath. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride me.”
There was no choice with the need spreading through me once again, leaving me rocking, then circling, finding the pace my body was begging for.
As I circled, Kylo’s hips rocked up into me, intensifying the sensations until the need started to reach a fever pitch.
But as it did, I reached for him, pulling until he was shifting up, his arms wrapping around me, holding me as I reached that edge, then toppled over, holding onto him as I cried out.
Even as I was still moaning and clenching around him, he was getting to his feet.
I had no idea where we were going until I felt my back slam against the wall of the building.
Then he was fucking me again.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
Until one orgasm was building to another.
I swear I blacked out from the intensity of it.
And this time, as I moaned, Kylo groaned as he surged deep, his body tensing as he came with me.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed just like that—my arms and legs wrapped around him, his body pressing mine against the wall, our breaths and heartbeats coming too fast.
But by the time Kylo eased back and I let my legs lower, my thighs ached and pins and needles assaulted every nerve ending the second my feet hit the cement.
“Charlie horse?” Kylo asked, holding my arms.
“Pins and needles,” I admitted.
The bemused smile he shot me chased away any of those awkward post-sex, ‘we’re still naked here’ feelings that might have popped up.
“Okay. I got it,” I said, sucking in a deep breath when I felt like I could move again.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving my arms a quick squeeze before walking back into the suite.
Did I watch his ass as he went?
I was only human.
But as soon as he was out of sight, I made a mad dash over to my towel as I tried to cover up all my bits and bobs. Because with the desire sated for the moment, I was acutely aware of just how exposed I was. How exposed we’d been.
Panic threatened, making my belly twist.
As I pulled on the towel, though, I reminded myself that we were up really high and that the nearest other tall buildings were likely too far away for anyone to see anything anyway.
Even if they did, well, they wouldn’t know who I was.
I found my wet bathing suit pieces and Kylo’s boxer briefs and set them out in the sun to dry before making my way inside the suite.
Kylo came out of the bathroom with his own towel slung dangerously low on his hips.
I’d lost track of how many times I’d orgasmed, but it was plenty. There was no rational reason I felt my damn sex clench at the sight of him.
“So,” he said, head tipping to the side, “food?”
“Oh, God, yes. Food.”