His skin’s warm and smooth, and the second my nails begin to scrape up his chest, he lets out a soft moan. His body jerks and I feel his hips press against mine. I feel his need through his jeans when I drop my hand, grazing my fingers over the wet spotnearing his pocket. I don’t have time to react to his size before his hands fly to my waist, digging his fingers into my flesh. I hiss when I suck in air between my teeth at the sudden pain, and he leans in. “If this hurts, you might not survive what I’m going to do to you.” I nip at his bottom lip, catching it between my teeth before releasing it.
“Try me.”
His lips come down and crash into mine, the force is so hard the breath is knocked out of me when my back hits the wall behind us. My mouth opens to suck in air, but he doesn’t give me a second to recoup. His tongue pushes into my mouth, meeting mine in a slow drag.
The groan he lets out is deep, and the sound vibrates through him to my fingertips. We’re as close as we can be, clothed, but it’s not enough—he pushes his body so hard into mine, like he’s trying to pull me inside him. Just when I think I’m going to collapse under the tension between us, his hand shifts up to my throat, curling his fingers around it.
He pulls his face back an inch from mine, and when I look at his swollen lips, I start to drool. His grip painfully tightens, and I can tell he’s fighting the urge to just take me and bury himself inside of me right here in this hall. He picks me up and my legs wrap around his hard body.
“I watched you,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to mine. “You had me half scared and a whole lot of turned on. I didn’t know whether to step in or drop to my knees.”
His fingers cup tightly around my ass. “I wanted to drag you into the dark and bite it out of you. I wanted to use this tongue to lick the rage that I saw dripping from your skin.” His words make my nipples harden. I can feel myself through my pants, dripping with the need to have him fill me.
He grips under my chin. “Eyes up here.”
“The fire you have. I don’t want to put it out of you, I don’t want you to lose that. I want it to consume me, to burn me alive.” I feel two of his fingers slide between my lips and press down on my tongue. My head tilts with the pressure, and I feel his hips grind against me before he starts dry humping me. He’s fucking groveling for me.
He nips at my ear before his lips tickle down my cheek. “I stopped praying when I realized no one was listening.”
“Maybe…” he whispers before sticking his tongue out and trailing it along my lips. “Someone.” My bottom lip is wet from his tongue. “Was.” He finishes licking over my top lip.
He takes a small step back, sure to still use the wall to keep me steady as one hand trails down my body causing my senses to explode. I feel his hand shove down the front of my pants, and I curve my back, arching as the waistband bites into my hips. The sound coming from his throat makes me think I just made him believe in god again.
“Fuck!” I squirm, the friction making it worse—making it better. I don’t know what I want most, relief or more of the ache. When his eyes meet mine I know he’s losing his mind.
“Look at you,” he pants, eyes flicking to mine. He trails his fingers down the mound, teasing me, grinding his palm into the sensitive area. “You’re soaked.” His fingers dig down further. His movements slow and possessive as he pushes his fingers under me before stopping. I grind into him, hoping it will cause a finger to slip into me. “All this for me?”
“Fuck, Cat—how am I supposed to stop now?” His eyes lock with mine when he finally slips in a finger, then two, then… “You were made for this, weren’t you?” My head smacks against the wall and stars fill my vision, but it feels too good to care. If a concussion is the price of being completely consumed by this man, then so be it.
He plunges his fingers even deeper, pumping in and out. Dragging the heat up my spine until I’m writhing around in his grip. Arousal builds in my stomach and works its way down, lowering until it’s… right… there. His posture shifts and I see red. My body aches from the loss of his fingers, and I make a frustrated sound, a needy whine that makes it clear just how much I want him.
Before I’m able to protest he looks at me, his eyes a silent warning. They stay locked on mine as his free hand unbuttons my jeans, giving me some relief from the fabric currently digging into my waist. He slowly unzips them before lowering his body to the floor. I panic and shift, afraid he’s going to drop me.
“Stop,” is all he says. My mouth opens, and I close my eyes giving him complete control as my body relaxes. My back is still against the wall but my legs have been shifted to his shoulders as he kneels on the floor. He tugs at my jeans but only slides them down an inch, just low enough where he can slide my panties to the side. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy.”
I wish I had words to say, to beg him—shit, maybe even thank him. But nothing comes out of my mouth except drool. He drags his fingers through my lips, lapping up my juices. I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, pressing them past his lips. It sounds like he’s just tasted the most delectable dessert in his life.
He opens his eyes, trailing them down my body. Once they reach my exposed pussy he sucks through his teeth and spits directly on my clit. My mouth hangs open while he places the fabric back over my pussy, before grabbing my waist and lowering my feet to the floor. My eye twitches, and the warmth that was so close to making me explode has now made its way into my chest. I’m unable to form words because of the sheer disbelief I feel. “I swear to god. It’s a good thing you like my fire because I’m going to fucking burn you alive.”
“I don’t want to stop, but… someone made a mess for me to clean, and I’m not talking about the mess all over my fingers.” He leans into my ear, whispering, “And Kitty, I thought cats hated getting wet?”
He brings his head back staring into my eyes with the most delicious grin I’ve ever seen spreading over his face. “I guess you’re an exception, huh?” I watch the ripples of tension course through him, watching his fists clench and unclench repeatedly. Reality crashes into me as he drags his hand down his face before saying, “I need to take care of this.” He nods his head toward a now-groaning Brady, who’s still in the fetal position on the floor. Turning his body into mine, he raises his hand to my face and tucks the hair that’s fallen in my eyes behind my ears. He leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead. The sudden tenderness he’s displaying is—shocking. But, I have to say, I like this side too.
“I’m not done with you. If I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I need to take care of him before he starts yelling.” He turns his head to Brady, who keeps getting louder and louder. “The next time you open that mouth it better be to beg for her forgiveness.”
I laugh. “Well, that certainly shut him up. Although now he looks too scared to breathe.”
His hand flies into my hair, gripping it before pushing me back into the wall. “I’m more interested in taking your ability to breathe away. Tonight, meet me in the fellowship hall. Come ready to kneel. I don’t do gentle, and I don’t stop when it gets…” His eyes trail back down the length of my body. “Messy.” His tone, the command in it, sends a shiver down my spine. My nipples swell, and I feel my cheeks start to flush like I’m embarrassed, but I’m not.
“Promise?” My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to, but I’m fucking horny and we both know it.
“Promise.”
He grins and we stay like that, just staring at each other for a minute before his back straightens. As he pulls away, his knuckles brush against mine, and he turns, walking in the direction of the problem he has to fix. The one I made.
Chapter Eighteen
Zedediah
