Chapter 2 #3
He moved my legs farther apart. His tongue, hot and wet, covered my pussy, and he flicked my clit in lazy circles, his fingers dipping in.
I was holding on for dear life. He sucked on my nub, and I found myself arching into his mouth, wanting more of him as his tongue worked me over.
My panting increased, low moans breaking the silence.
“God… Lykos… I’m so… Again…”
He increased his suction and my body exploded for a second time in just as many minutes. Somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, I wondered if I’d even stopped coming in the first place.
The pleasure I felt was violent, like being pulled into a rip current.
Through the fog in my brain, I realized he was watching me through the whole thing, still worshiping me between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he grunted, moving up and brushing a kiss over my temple. “So fucking beautiful.”
His mouth was on my breasts, his hot tongue flicking across my nipple. His teeth scraped over my sensitive buds, nipping and sucking. It was delicious and tormenting at the same time.
It didn’t take long for my hips to rise, begging him to sate this ache.
“Please,” I gasped, my fingers reaching for his shirt and unbuttoning it with shaky fingers. “Please… I need more… Please…”
I watched him through heavy lids as he stripped out of his clothes. His belt jingled as he got rid of his pants before the remainder of his pristine suit found its way onto the floor.
A gasp tore from my lips at the magnificent sight. His sculpted chest with a lone tattoo of a cross. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. And those freaking abs made my mouth water.
He was unlike anything I’d ever seen before.
My heart thumped wildly, begging to be let out of its cage.
He hovered over me as he took my lips for a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue.
“You still want this?” he rasped.
In answer, I looped my hands around his neck, my fingers threading through the hair at his nape.
Then he shifted, pressing the thick head of his cock against me. I gasped as he thrust into me, inch by torturous inch.
“God, you feel good,” he grunted while my mind went blissfully quiet.
He held my hips possessively as he pushed deeper, his head dropping back as he let out a string of curses in a language I could not understand.
“Please, give me everything,” I breathed, my eyes rolled into the back of my head at how incredible this felt. How freeing.
As if the last thread of his control snapped, he thrusted his cock, filling me to the hilt, stretching me. My eyes closed and a sigh escaped my lips as he started to move. In and out. In and out. It was pure indulgence.
Until he stopped.
Lykos hovered above me, his biceps taut on either side of my head, muscles straining as if even the smallest movement might cause him to shatter.
The heat of him was there, the weight, the closeness, and yep—he was still rock hard. But his expression was torn.
“What is it?” I asked, uncertain how to interpret this complete 180.
The warmth that had filled me moments ago began to recede, replaced by a creeping unease. My fingers twitched against him, searching for reassurance that didn’t come.
I watched his throat bob on a rough swallow.
“Condom,” he rasped.
“Shit,” I murmured. “I completely forgot.”
“Me too.” He slid out of me, cum—or maybe my juices—smeared all over his cock. I felt deflated, my walls clenching at the loss.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmured.
“I’m just as much at fault here.” I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to dwell on the fact that I’d momentarily lost my senses. Besides, he hadn’t finished inside me. “Just please tell me you’re clean.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in six years, so… yeah, definitely clean.”
I scrambled to sit upright. “You’re lying.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Unfortunately not.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Let’s rectify that. I’m clean too. Now, please tell me you have a condom.”
He got up and grabbed his wallet, pulled a condom out, then threw the billfold back on the nightstand. He handed it to me.
“Put it on me.”
I licked my lips, the crackle of the foil filling the room as I opened the package, and suddenly I felt like a fucking porn star.
I sat up, leaning over and peppering kisses over his ripped stomach. Once I had him sheathed, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his large body. He pulled me closer, dragging my face to his.
“You want to fuck me?” His mouth brushed against mine.
“Desperately,” I admitted, while silently vowing to rock this man’s world.
He smirked, giving me a slow, sexy smile before slapping my ass lightly. “Then ride my cock.”
He took my mouth in a lingering kiss. His big hands grabbed my hips, and I could feel his cock at my entrance. He guided me down, filling me up, then, without a warning, slammed me down the rest of the way.
“Ohhhh.” My eyes shot to the ceiling, my pulse throbbing.
“Fuck me, golden one,” he demanded.
Our eyes locked as he maneuvered me up and down, and I could feel every single inch of him. His thick shaft swelling inside me. His eyes hooded as he looked up at me like I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
My hips rolled as our tongues danced, swirling against each other. Flesh slapped against flesh. Grunts and moans ricocheted through the dark penthouse.
My breathing grew ragged, my breasts bouncing as he picked me up by my hip bones and slammed me back down on his cock. Hot pleasure built inside me as his pelvis ground against my sensitive flesh.
My movements grew more frantic with every thrust. I rode him hard. He hissed, his eyes fixed on where we were connected.
With heavy breaths, both of us watched him fuck me deep and hard. The sight was erotic, and I feared I’d never feel this good again.
I gave back as much as I got, until I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.
His hand came to my throat, pulling me down to take my mouth for a messy, hot kiss. My breasts rubbed against his hard chest. Everywhere our bodies touched, friction sizzled. My skin burned.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck, I need it harder.”
His grip tightened as he pumped into me at a piston pace. I might have been on top, but he held all the control.
“Come for me, Violet.”
The orgasm hit me hard, shooting stars behind my eyes and stealing the breath from my lungs. My nails dug into his biceps while I convulsed around his thick shaft, my insides clenching around him like he was my lifeline.
I felt his cock jerk as he came roughly.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my mind mush. I’d set out to rock his world, yet somehow he’d rocked mine.
“Is that a good holy shit or a bad one?” he asked as we clung to each other, my body on top of his, slick with sweat while our hearts raced wildly in tandem.
“G-good.” I buried my face in his neck. “I’ve never come so… hard.”
“Me neither,” he grumbled. “You are fucking perfection. I want to keep you for myself.”
I liked the idea of that and was more than willing to sign up for it. Especially after years of loneliness under my parents’ roof.
The reasonable part of me warned against attachments formed in distress, but I ignored them. Instead, I watched as he discarded his condom, and in my naive mind, I even found that act to be incredibly sexy.
He turned us over so we were side by side, facing each other. Heat flared in my body, blooming low in my stomach at this new position.
Inhaling deeply, I soaked in the masculine scent of him—a strange combination of lemons and olives and… sandalwood. It was a new combination to me, but it smelled incredible.
I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, unsure what came next.