Chapter 8 #2
“I have a few ideas,” I say, voice shaky, and he laughs, the tension cutting. He steps closer again, pulling me into his arms, and I melt into him. There’s something highly erotic about my naked skin pressed against his fully clothed body, and I shiver.
“I have more than a few ideas,” he murmurs against my lips.
“It’s just fucking hard to focus with you looking like that.
” He grips my waist, pulling me tighter against him, and I moan at the feel of the obvious hardness behind his jeans.
“So maybe I need to go slow, huh? Really concentrate on what I’m doing. ”
“I don’t know if I can handle slow,” I pant as his lips trail down to my neck. How does he always know the perfect spot to kiss me?
“Oh, Nova,” he murmurs against my skin, and I can feel the smirk on his lips. “I think you’re going to handle every fucking thing I give you tonight.”
Well, okay then. If I wasn’t already dripping wet, that would have done it.
“Please, Lawson,” I whimper, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.
“I’ve got you,” he coos in that dangerous, velvety voice.
Then he lifts me in his arms and starts to walk.
I don’t argue—my knees are still doing that jelly thing—just bury my head in his neck and take deep breaths of the intoxicating scent of him.
Something fresh that reminds me of rain with the faintest hint of whiskey underneath.
His room is pitch dark but he seems to have no trouble finding his way. The back of my knees bump something soft, then I’m falling backwards onto the mattress, Lawson following right behind. He fits his body over mine, his lips on my neck and I moan. It already feels so good.
“I need to see you,” he growls, lifting away long enough to get the bedside lamp turned on. It casts the room in a soft yellow glow and Lawson curses when he sees me lying there on his bed, naked except my panties.
“You have the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says, sliding back over me, his head tilting down to my chest. “A man could lose his mind over these tits.”
I open my mouth to say something but all thought flies from my mind when he pulls a nipple into his mouth. His tongue slides around the stiff peak as he sucks gently and my back arches up, an embarrassing noise ripped from my throat.
“That feel good?” he murmurs against my skin, before doing it again. Good doesn’t begin to cover it. It feels like there’s an electric current between my pussy and the wicked things he’s doing with his mouth. I’m writhing around on the bed like a cat in heat and we’ve barely even started.
“Fuck what I said about going slow,” he growls against the flesh of my breast. “I need to get inside you. I’ve already waited long enough.”
I can barely catch my breath enough to answer, but I tug at the hem of his henley, desperate to get him naked. Not slow sounds damn good to me at the moment.
He releases my nipple long enough to pull his shirt over his head and I let out a rough noise of satisfaction.
I’ve been wanting to get my hands on his skin since he showed up at my booth with that shirt stretched over his biceps—and staying professional while I touched him at the tattoo shop doesn’t count.
He’s a mix of smooth skin, bulging muscle and rough hair—all man.
The feel of him has more heat rushing to my center and when I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, I whimper with impatience.
“Are you ready for me?” he rasps out, his hand pushing roughly between my legs. His curse drowns out my moan when his fingers touch my hot flesh. “You’re fucking soaked, baby.”
“Lawson, please,” I gasp, arching my hips into him, needing more.
“You sound so sweet begging me,” he grunts, sliding two fingers into me. “Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”
“More,” I cry, tilting my hips to try and get him deeper. “I need more.”
“My fingers?” He thrust them in deeper, making me gasp. “Or my cock?”
“Your cock, please, Lawson.”
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, his hands disappearing.
I hear the sound of his zipper, and then a wrapper.
He hisses something unintelligible I look down to see him rolling a condom over his dick.
And holy shit, it’s gorgeous. it’s my first view of him and I’m suddenly thinking maybe we should put off the intercourse for a second so I can admire him.
I want to wrap my hand around that hard length, want to taste him, want to feel him pulsing in my hand.
But before I can say any of that, his still-denim-clad legs are pressing between mine, pushing my thighs apart.
The fact that he’s too impatient to even take his pants all the way off has heat slamming through me.
“Can’t fucking wait a second longer,” he grits out.
Before I can respond, I feel pressure at my entrance then he’s sliding inside me in one steady thrust. I go tense at the stretch, at the overwhelming fullness, but he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop.
“You can take me,” he growls, looking down at where he’s burying himself inside my body.
“Fuck, Nova, look at you, stretching around my cock.”
“Lawson,” I sob out, and he tears his gaze from the spot where we’re joined. He looks almost crazed, his eyes dark and wild. But something softens when he looks at my face and he lowers himself over me.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my panting mouth.
He doesn’t stop the steady invasion into my pussy and I don’t understand how there could be more of him.
He kisses me again, whispering the filthiest praise, how I’m a good girl, how I’ll take what he gives me.
It’s sensory overload, the dirty talk, his kisses, the feel of his body over mine, his cock pressing deep inside me.
I don’t realize I’m crying until he kisses the tears from my cheeks.
“You okay?” he asks, and I nod wildly, desperate for him to keep going. He grins and gives a final thrust of his hips, bringing our pelvises flush together, and I let out another sob.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, holding still. “You’re so tight, Nova. So warm and wet for me. It’s fucking heaven in your cunt.”
“Please move,” I cry, trying to shift my hips. The stretch is still intense but fuck, I want more. I need friction, need to feel him moving inside me. I need more.
“I won’t be able to be gentle,” he grunts. “If I start moving, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, please—oh!” the words aren’t even out of my mouth before he’s pulling back and then slamming in again.
Then again, even harder, and again. I’m a whimpering, gasping mess.
I can’t catch my breath. Lawson is relentless, thrusting hard into me, his mouth groaning low curses in my ear.
One hand grips my hip, adjusting me to an angle where I can somehow take him even deeper.
His other hand slides under my back and comes around to hook over my shoulder, using me for leverage to pound into me harder.
I’ve never been fucked like this, so intense and raw and overwhelming. Never been this full or this wet or this wholly consumed by another person. I wrap my legs around him, hold onto his biceps for dear life, and let myself get swept away in the hurricane of Lawson’s passion.
Then he’s pulling away, lifting his body up, and I cry out at the absence.
He goes to his knees, never disconnecting from me, and pulls a pillow over to slip under my hips.
We both groan at the change in angle. Now his dick is rubbing against that elusive spot on the top wall of my pussy on every stroke.
He uses one hand to spread my thighs farther, grunting in satisfaction when I open up for him, then brings the other to my clit.
He barely circles once before I’m gone, my body shattering in the most overwhelming orgasm of my life.
It’s so big, so out of my control, it’s actually terrifying— I’m sure I’m about to break into a million pieces.
My fingers claw at the sheets, scrambling to find purchase, needing something to hang onto.
I feel desperate and untethered and the pleasure is so good that I can’t see, and I just need something to hold—
Lawson stretches over me again, taking my wrists and pulling them over my head. He restrains them against the mattress with one hand, his hips never slowing as he works me through the orgasm.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Come all over my dick, Nova. Fuck, that feels so good.”
The new position has something shifting in my mind.
His body is spread over me again, his hips pinning mine against the mattress, his hand holding my wrists down, keeping me restrained.
The overwhelming desperation of the orgasm fades away, replaced with pure, steady pleasure.
I feel grounded with him like this. Safe.
Like this is right where I’m supposed to be.
I’m no longer afraid of breaking into pieces with the pleasure—not with Lawson holding me together.
“I’m gonna come,” he growls in my ear. “This cunt is too fucking good to hold out. Not with you squeezing me like that. Fuck.”
I’m still too wracked with the aftermath of my own orgasm to respond.
He holds me tight, holds me down, and pumps his hips so hard I know I’ll be sore tomorrow.
Then he’s shouting my name, his hips becoming erratic as he spills into the condom.
A second later he’s collapsing down on top of me, out of breath and trembling, while I lay there and wonder how on earth anything could ever top that.