Chapter 15
The world narrowed to the burn of his hands on her skin, the rough drag of his calluses against the bare slope of her waist where her shirt had ridden up. Glenna’s fingers clenched in his hair, her nails scoring his scalp as she tore her mouth from his, gasping.
“We need to be behind a locked door for this.”
“Bedroom. Now.”
The command was raw, guttural, his voice a gravelly growl that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.
She didn’t hesitate. She could barely remember to breathe, never mind anything else.
Tyrone surged upward, his arms banding around her as he stood in one fluid motion, her legs locked around his waist.
His mouth crashed back onto hers, devouring, and consuming, as he carried her toward the bedroom like she weighed nothing. The doorframe appeared, then vanished as he kicked it shut behind them, the click of the lock giving them an uninterrupted space for what was to come.
Her back hit the mattress with a bounce, the sheets cool against her overheated skin.
Tyrone loomed over her, his chest heaving, his eyes black with hunger as he ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
The lamplight carved shadows over the brutal lines of his body, highlighting all of his scars, and the dark ink of tattoos twisting down his arms.
I could seriously hurt myself riding on that.
Yummy.
She reached for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his other braced beside her shoulder. The weight of him pressed her into the mattress, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against her hip through the denim of his jeans.
“Last chance to tell me no,” he rasped, his breath hot against her throat.
Glenna arched up, her breasts brushing his chest, her nipples aching. “I’ll kill you if you stop.”
A feral sound tore from his throat. Then his mouth was on hers again, his free hand ripping at the buttons of her blouse, sending them pinging across the floor.
Cool air hit her skin as he shoved the fabric aside, his palm cupping her breast through the lace of her bra, his thumb flicking over the hardened peak.
She cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her hips lifting into the cradle of his.
His teeth grazed her collarbone, then lower until his lips closed around her nipple through the fabric, the wet heat of his mouth making her whimper.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he bit down just enough to sting, the pleasure-pain arrowing straight to her core.
His hand slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts, and popped the button free. The zipper followed, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Glenna lifted her hips, helping him drag the denim down her legs, her panties going with them, leaving her bare beneath him.
Tyrone went still. His breath hitched, his gaze raking over her, dark and possessive. “Fuck, Glenna.”
She didn’t let him admire her for long. Her hands shot to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her haste, fingers brushing the thick outline of his cock straining against his fly. Tyrone hissed, his hips jerking forward as if he was hanging on to his control by a fraying thread.
The buckle gave, the zipper followed, and his cock sprang free, heavy and thick, with the crown already slick. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him once, twice, until his hand clamped over hers, stopping her.
“Not like this,” he growled. “Not the first time.” He kicked free of his jeans, his wallet hitting the floor with a thud. Glenna barely had time to register the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he was back over her, his mouth crashing onto hers as he rolled the latex down his length.
His fingers slid through the slick heat of her, finding her clit with unerring precision. She gasped into his mouth, her hips jerking, her body tightening like a bowstring.
“You’re dripping,” he growled against her lips. “All for me.”
She couldn’t answer. It wasn’t possible to even think because the pleasure coiled tighter, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants as his fingers worked her, his thumb pressing just there?—
“Tyrone, please?—”
He better not make me beg. Or I’ll slap him silly.
His cock notched at her entrance, the broad head stretching her, filling her inch by inch as he sank into her with a slow, relentless thrust. Glenna’s nails raked down his back, her legs locking around his waist as he bottomed out, the stretch both burning and perfect at the same time.
For a heartbeat, they froze—both of them trembling, both of them drowning in each other.
The first thrust stole her breath as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain—but God, it was good.
His hips rolled, deep and deliberate, each movement dragging a ragged moan from her throat.
Her fingers dug into the hard muscle of his shoulders, her body arching to meet him, her nails scoring trails down his back as he set a rhythm that was neither gentle nor cruel, but necessary.
She needed this. Wanted this—him.
The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, obscene rhythm.
Tyrone’s mouth found hers again, his kiss bruising, his tongue tangling with hers as his hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that had her seeing stars.
Every thrust was a claim, every groan a promise.
Of what she wasn’t sure, but she could overthink and obsess about it later.
Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him deeper and harder. The coil of pleasure inside her wound tighter, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as his cock hit that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
“Tyrone—I can’t?—”
“You will.” His voice was a growl against her ear, his hand sliding between them, his fingers finding her clit again. “Come for me, Glenna.”
The command shattered her. Pleasure detonated through her body, her back bowing off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clenching around him in waves that had Tyrone hissing, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed still.
Her teeth sank into the hard muscle of his shoulder as her body pulsed around him, milking him. His breath came in harsh, ragged bursts, his body trembling with restraint.
The weight of him pressed her deeper into the mattress as his fingers never stopped moving.
Tyrone’s mouth crashed back onto hers, swallowing her broken cries as the first wave of her climax still shuddered through her.
His cock stayed buried inside her, the stretch of him keeping her suspended in that razor’s edge between pleasure and overload.
“Again,” he demanded. His fingers circling her clit with maddening precision. “You’re taking me twice more before I’m done.”
Glenna whimpered, her body already oversensitive, her nerves alight. “I can’t?—”
“You will.”
His teeth grazed her earlobe, a sharp nip that sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to her core.
His hips rolled, a slow, deliberate grind that had her gasping, her inner walls fluttering around him.
The friction was both too much and not enough, yet she was already climbing again, her body betraying her, needing more even as she still trembled from the first release.
Tyrone’s free hand slid up her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast before his palm closed possessively around her throat.
His grip tilted her head back, exposing the line of her neck to his mouth.
His tongue traced the pulse fluttering wildly beneath her skin, his breath hot against her throat.
“You feel that?” His hips snapped forward, his cock driving deeper, hitting a spot that made her see stars. “That’s me. That’s what I do to you.”
Glenna’s fingers clawed at his back, her nails digging in as another orgasm built deep inside her.
His fingers worked her clit in tight, punishing circles, his cock pistoning into her with a rhythm that stole her breath.
The pressure coiled tighter, her muscles locking, her body straining toward the edge?—
“Tyrone—please?—”
“Let go.”
The command undid her and her second climax hit like a riot.
Her back arched off the bed as she came with a broken cry, her body clenching around him in violent, shuddering pulses.
Tyrone groaned, his grip on her tightening just enough to ground her, his hips never faltering as he rode her through it, drawing out every last tremor.
Glenna collapsed beneath him, boneless and gasping, her skin slick with sweat. Tyrone didn’t give her time to recover. His hand released her throat, sliding down to grip her hip, his fingers biting into the soft flesh as he flipped her onto her stomach with a rough tug.
“On your knees.”
She obeyed without thought, her body moving on instinct, her ass lifting as she braced herself on her hands. Tyrone’s palm smacked against her hip, a sharp, stinging slap that made her yelp.
“Wider.”
Glenna spread her thighs, the position obscene, vulnerable, and oh-so-hot. She could feel him behind her, his cock dragging against her inner thigh, thick and slick. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the dip above her ass as he lined himself up.
“Brace, baby.” With one brutal thrust, she cried out, her fingers curling into the sheets.
He filled her completely, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain, but God, it was good.
His hips snapped forward, his cock pounding into her with a force that had the bed rocking, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her heart.
“You take me so fucking well,” he growled, his hands sliding up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair. He gave a sharp tug, tilting her head back as his mouth found the curve of her shoulder. His teeth sank in.
Glenna moaned, the bite of pain grounding her as pleasure coiled tight and low in her belly. His cock hit that spot inside her with every thrust, this angle so much deeper. His free hand slid around her hip, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
“One more,” he ordered, his voice a dark promise against her skin. “Then I’m gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
The words sent her over the edge and her third orgasm crashed into her like a wrecking ball, her body locking up as she came with a choked sob, her inner walls milking his cock in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
Tyrone groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers bruising on her hips as he held her in place.
“Fuck—”
His cock jerked inside her as he came with a guttural groan, his body shuddering over hers. Glenna could feel him pulsing deep inside her, the heat of him filling the condom as his breath came in broken gasps against her shoulder.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, until Tyrone’s forehead dropped to the space between her shoulder blades, his skin damp with sweat, his body still trembling with the aftershocks.
Her arms gave out, her chest pressing into the mattress as she fought to catch her breath, her body humming, sated.
His fingers loosened in her hair, his palm sliding down her spine in a slow, almost reverent caress. He pressed a kiss to the spot between her shoulders, then another, his lips lingering against her skin. “You good?”
Glenna managed a shaky nod, her voice lost somewhere in the wreckage of what he’d just done to her.
Tyrone eased out of her with a careful slowness, the loss of him making her whimper.
She heard the faint rustle of the condom being dealt with, then the creak of the mattress as he shifted, his weight disappearing.
A moment later, water ran in the attached bathroom.
“It’s gonna feel cool” was the only warning she had before a washcloth was pressed between her thighs a moment later, Tyrone’s touch surprisingly gentle as he cleaned her. Glenna let out a shuddering breath, her body still thrumming, her skin oversensitive to even that light contact.
The washcloth vanished and the bed dipped again when Tyrone stretched out beside her, his arm sliding beneath her, his hand cupping her breast as he pulled her back against his chest. His cock, already half-hard again, pressed against her ass, but he made no move to take things further.
I should have known he’d wreck me.
It was worth it.
Glenna’s eyelids fluttered, her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind still reeling.
Tyrone’s fingers traced idle patterns over her collarbone, his breath warm against the back of her neck.
“Sleep,” he murmured, his voice rough-edged. But the command was less a demand and more a promise. “I’ve got you.”
For the first time in years, Glenna let herself believe it.