Every Part of You #3
The Brit’s panting breaths were in my ears, and the fact that he breathed at all was enough for me. It meant I wasn’t the only person too far gone at this point.
Everything in my lower body was tense, the vicious waves of pleasure nearly too much to register, and I fought to keep off the edge. But it was hopeless. No surprise, Sloan was a fucking genius with his fingers, and I didn’t stand a chance.
My chest hitched and Sloan’s forehead was forcibly pressed into my breasts as I violently came only minutes after he started. I had to clasp his arm to keep him from thrusting into me anymore, and his cute little chuckle was lost to the sea of ecstasy I was drowning in.
Mortification quickly swept in after I came off the high of my orgasm.
Especially when Sloan licked his fingers clean with me still sat on his lap, my breathing loud enough to assault my own ears.
The only solace I took out of the mortifying seconds afterwards was the hard length pressed between my legs.
Sloan was hard. For me. He wanted me. And after the amazing things his fingers had done, I’d gladly give him anything he wanted.
Gaze dropping, I hesitantly touched the hard rise in his pants and watched as Sloan’s entire chest and stomach constricted.
Then his pupil-blown irises were back on me.
Watching my expression carefully, he undid the zip and button of his pants.
I didn’t stop him or even help. I was mesmerized by his eager hands freeing himself from the confines of his trousers.
Our stares connected, and Sloan’s jaw clenched before I heard fabric tearing. My lust-addled brain took a second to figure out what it was, and then I watched Sloan toss my underwear into the backseat. With another downward slide of my eyes, I took in the sight of his cock standing at the ready.
He’s fucking huge. Will that even fit?
The Brit’s voice beckoned my gaze back to his.
“Can I, pet?” the blue-eyed Hunter asked, his voice bottoming out.
“Because I want to.” His hand sunk into his messy dark hair before he brushed it away from his eyes, chest tautening.
“It’s maddening how much I want you, V. It might not seem like it, love, but I’d wanted to take it slow with you. ”
It was clear how much Sloan blamed himself for the situation we were now in, but as I was quickly discovering, there wasn’t a slow pace when it came to me and relationships.
I was just as eager to consummate this thing between us as he was, and maybe that made me shameless and a total ho-ho, but who the fuck cared?
What woman in her right mind would say no to this beautiful and incredibly kind man?
I wanted him. Needed him, even. If anything, his obvious worry and consideration made me want him more.
Swallowing around a sudden lump of nervousness in my throat, I lifted off his thighs and crawled over his legs, taking charge.
Grabbing strong hold of his shoulder with one hand, I angled his much-too-large cock with my other hand.
His mouth opened, but I didn’t wait. I sunk down onto him without warning, surprising myself, and the way his body visibly constricted and his eyes shut told me he hadn’t expected it either.
The new but familiar sensation of something filling every space inside was like satisfying a craving I’d been suffering for months. It was perfect, and I wanted more of it.
Needed more of it.
Thank God Kate encouraged me to get birth control last year, not that I needed it since Nigel was infuriatingly anti-touch. Also, as a genetic anomaly, I likely couldn’t have kids on my own thanks to those bastards who created me. Still, a girl could never be too careful.
The tension in Sloan’s body made me worry he hadn’t wanted it for a second, and I hesitated, the twist in my gut fucking brutal.
But then the sexy Brit growled and kissed me like it was his intention to devour me whole.
His hands worked me over his throbbing length, and I barely caught my breath long enough to moan or gasp.
It was a wild pace that stole my thoughts and flushed my body with electric heat. Our skin meeting reverberated in my ears, and I clung to the other Hunter, terrified of the pleasure he was giving me.
I hated to admit how different it was with Sloan—so different I didn’t know what to do or how to respond, just hang on for dear life as ecstasy so goddamn overwhelming that it veered on painful took my body hostage with every thrust.
Head flying back, my thighs squeezed and my orgasm swept out like a tsunami of sensation over my body, much too quick for my liking.
Sex with Phillip always got me off, but it was a whole other world with Sloan. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was like once would never be enough.
The euphoric rush of my orgasm was starting to ebb away when I felt Sloan slow his thrusts, his grip on my waist punishing but gentle. A low groan escaped his mouth, his chest contracting sharply, then he stiffened against me.
It was beautiful to watch the normally in-control Hunter come undone.
His body flushed with the most gorgeous red I’d ever seen.
And superior Hunter senses meant I felt it all: the rush of heat like I was being bathed from the inside out, the body-wide shudder everywhere we touched, the throbbing constriction of his cock as he came, and fuck, it felt so damn good.
Breathing out, Sloan wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close, his wet cheek pressed against my chest. Honestly, it was so sweet that I nearly said something about it.
But the nagging urge to keep going brought me full circle when Sloan withdrew, his head beaded with sweat.
I dropped a kiss on his parted mouth, and it twisted into a knowing smile.
Why is this dude so fucking adorable?
“Again?” the sultry Brit whispered, already deducing what it was I wanted.
Normally it’d annoy me, but in this case, it was something I celebrated. It saved me the trouble of spelling it out. I didn’t think I had the patience to do that anyway.
Licking my lips, I nodded and tugged his shirt, insisting the beautiful Hunter take it off.
In no small way, I wanted to touch, lick, and taste everything within reach.
Really anything to satisfy every single desire I had for the man.
Might as well when my inhibitions were off.
Let it be tomorrow’s worries, tomorrow’s regrets.
Tonight I was Sloan’s and he was mine. I wouldn’t surrender it to anyone, not even myself.
My angry yanks at his shirt only made him laugh cutely.
Well, pardon me, you beautiful asshole, for not wanting to destroy your clearly expensive shirt. My mistake.
Frustrated, I rolled my hips down on him, and the other Hunter groaned, his cock throbbing back to life inside of me.
That got his attention. Go me!
I’d never get tired of it, knowing what I did turned this gorgeous specimen on and made his cock react. It was such a powerful feeling.
“Makes pretty boys’ cocks throb” is going under the skills section on my resume.
I didn’t have time to herald my hilarious genius because Sloan’s gaze swiftly dodged off to the left, razor-sharp. Before I could blink, a dagger was in Sloan’s hand and his other arm was wrapped around my waist. Growling, he kicked the door out just as the car careened, heading over the cliff.
Holy shit!