Chapter Three #2
“So we are.” As I looked around, I noticed how neat the place appeared. A table and four chairs sat in the eat-in kitchen area, and a row of tall windows with the blinds closed dominated the outer wall. Through the open doorway I could see a queen bed with a dark blanket.
I turned around before I could think too hard about it and kissed him, pushing him back toward the bedroom door.
He made a low sound against my mouth, surprised, and then he wrapped his arms around me with a groan.
I kissed him harder, pushing him back a few steps until his knees hit the edge of the bed.
He didn’t try to take over but let me lead.
“You sure?” he murmured against my lips, barely a question at all.
“Yes.” I already had my hands under his shirt.
He huffed something between a laugh and a groan and pulled it over his head himself and tossed it to the floor.
I got my first real look at Inferno without the crowd of Throttle in the way.
He had old scars everywhere. Healed burns twisting up one side of his ribs, a puckered white line along his collarbone, ink woven through all of it like somebody had decided his skin was a canvas. I put my palm flat against his chest.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a husky growl.
“Well, don’t let it go to your head.” I tried to smirk up at him. Really, his body was truly a work of art.
“Too late.” He reached for the zipper at my back, dragged it down slowly.
The dress slid off my shoulders and I let it pool at my feet along with what little dignity I had left, standing there in nothing but my underwear and my motorcycle boots.
Hastily, I pulled my key and debit card from my bra and tossed them to the nearest flat surface.
His gaze dropped and stayed there a beat too long. “Fuckin’ boots stay on.”
“Little bossy, are you?” I grinned up at him.
“You’re the one who climbed on my lap and kissed me like you meant it in that bar,” he said. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
How could the man know exactly the right words to say to me?
I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips the way I had at Throttle.
Only there was no bar noise now, no crowd to perform for.
No ex to punish. Just his hands settling on my hips like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else he’d rather be.
I braced my palms against his chest, feeling the raised map of scar tissue under my fingers.
I leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, learning the shape of his mouth without an audience.
Inferno tightened his grip on my hips, and I felt the low sound he made vibrate up through his chest against my palms. I liked that.
I liked it a lot. I wanted more. The way his chest vibrated under my hands, all heat and power and erotic tension.
The way he let me hold him down, like it amused him, should have spiked my anger.
Instead, his indulgence made me feel powerful for the first time in longer than I could remember.
His hands slid up my thighs and stopped at my hips, gripping hard enough that I knew there’d be marks tomorrow but couldn’t be bothered to care.
I wanted this man’s marks. I wanted proof that tonight had actually happened, and I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing on the floor of my kitchen next to a discount birthday cake after crying myself into oblivion.
I rocked against his cock once, testing the feel of him against me as he went rigid. I tilted my hips so my satin-clad pussy rubbed over his cock and put some friction on my clit.
“Fuck, Juniper. I can feel how hot your little cunt is through my fuckin’ jeans.”
He flipped us in one swift move before I realized what he intended to do. Suddenly I was on my back with all that muscle braced over me. “My turn,” he said, and I decided I didn’t mind losing control quite as much as I thought I would.
He worked my underwear off with more patience than I expected, and when found my neck with his mouth and sucked, I arched up into him with a sharp cry, dragging my nails down his back. He hissed through his teeth, and I felt him smile against my skin.
“You gonna leave your marks on me?” he asked. “I like that.”
“Good.”
Inferno kissed me like he’d been starving for me forever.
I went liquid under his touch as he held me down so I couldn’t even pretend like I was in charge anymore.
My heart jackhammered, all that bravado crumbling to dust, but I didn’t care.
Not when he was looking at me like I was the only fucking thing in the world he wanted.
He grinned, dark and wicked. “You want marks, birthday girl? I’ll give you marks.
” Then he was biting down my neck and sucking roughly, rough stubble burning hot against my skin.
It stung, but damn if I didn’t whimper for it.
I wanted him to leave proof for me to look at for days, solid proof that this birthday encounter actually happened.
He moved lower, tongue tracing every scar on my arms. He even found the large scar on my upper chest where I’d splattered myself with hot sugar making candy, making a point of kissing and licking each silvery scar. “Beautiful,” he growled, and that word damn near undid me. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
The next moment, he fastened his mouth over my pussy and sucked.
He ate me like he wanted to own me. Dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and dragged me to the edge like I weighed nothing.
My boots stayed on the whole time. His hands locked around my thighs, pushing them wide, and then his mouth was on me again, thrusting his tongue deep inside my pussy, shoving past my folds and licking deep, like he planned to fuck me with his mouth until I lost my mind.
He groaned when I jerked under him, and the vibration nearly sent me off the edge right then.
“Fuck,” I gasped, barely coherent. I rocked my hips against his face and he gripped them harder, holding me down and eating me like he was never going to stop.
I was wet, messy, and so fucking desperate I thought I might die.
I wanted him to mark me everywhere, so I knew without a doubt this experience wasn’t a fevered fantasy and was, in fact, the reality I currently lived.
He buried his face in my cunt and devoured me, tongue sliding deep, licking, thrusting, then moving up to suck my clit.
The stubble on his jaw scraped my thighs, and I loved every second.
I was beyond wet. I was wrecked. I was panting and writhing.
I had no filter left, didn’t give a shit if anyone heard me screaming for it.
I braced my boots on the edge of the bed and grabbed handfuls of the blanket as I came so hard my vision blurred.
I could faintly hear Inferno praising me as he stroked my hair and kissed my lips almost tenderly. My ears roared, and I struggled to catch my breath. Through it all, Inferno helped me come down gently until I finally relaxed into his embrace.
“There’s the birthday girl. Back with me?”
I stared up at him wide-eyed and completely stunned. “Wow.”
He chuckled as he kissed me again. “I take it you approve?” I loved that I tasted myself on his kiss and if that made me a little weird, I’d wear that label with pride.
“Um… Not sure?” I tried to give him a contemplative look. “Might have to do it again so I can make sure.”
“Oh, you’re a little brat, aren’t you?” He reached for the nightstand for protection which he used to sheath his cock. Then he was back over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other guiding himself to the entrance of my pussy. I pulled him down by the back of the neck for another kiss.
“Set the pace, birthday girl,” he said against my lips. “I got you.”
I rolled my hips up to meet him. We moved together, increasingly rough and fast and a little desperate on both our parts.
The bed frame knocked the wall as Inferno fucked me with more and more powerful thrusts.
He nipped my collarbone, one arm under my thigh.
Never had I experienced sex like this. I could barely catch my breath.
Even though he said I was in charge, all I could do was hang on to him, clutching his shoulders and taking all he had to give.
He caught my left arm at one point, pinned it above my head, and pressed his mouth to the inside of my forearm right over the faded burn scars. Never slowing his thrusts, Inferno shivered as he traced the burn scar with his tongue.
I screamed as I came again, and he followed a few thrusts later with a groan he tried to muffle against my shoulder and mostly failed.
For a second neither of us moved. His weight pressed me into the mattress, heavy and warm and real.
Inside, I think I was stunned. Right here, currently sweating and collapsed on top of me, was a man who’d given me more pleasure in a very short period of time than I’d ever experienced.
No man had ever gone down on me, certainly not Brett.
He rolled to the side eventually, taking me with him. We lay there looking at each other. My heart wouldn’t slow down. Sweat cooled along my arms and shoulders.
“You good?” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from my sweat-dampened face.
“Better than good.” I meant it more than I could express.
He pulled me more securely against him and rolled more solidly onto his back. I rested my head on his chest as he held me. I didn’t really know what to do because I’d never actually… cuddled before. And I fucking craved it.
I’m not sure how long we lay there. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Inferno slid from underneath me. I made a murmur of protest, but he leaned down to brush his lips over my temple.
“Hush, birthday girl. I’ll be right back. Just lie there and rest.” When my eyes drifted shut, I heard him again. “That’s my girl.” He pulled a blanket over me, covering me from feet to my shoulders.