23
Tiff
Sam kissed down my neck, one hand curled into my hair.My hands finally got a hold of his ass, and good lord, it was just as fucking fantastic as I’d thought it would be.Fucking him might be a really bad idea, but it was also the best bad idea I’d ever had.
With a firm grip on his chin, I pulled him back to lick into his mouth, and I was thrilled at the moan he let out.Oh, shit.He liked that.I moaned back, gripping him tighter.Every single response he gave was driving me wild.Who the hell was this guy?Had this been hiding underneath that tight, controlled exterior this whole time?
Fuck, I wanted to ruin him.
Pleasure throbbed between my thighs when his fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling it free of his chin with a surprising amount of strength.Yes.God, he was pushing every single one of my buttons right now, and I could feel myself getting wetter.
And when he held my wrist at my side, then squeezed like a command … like he wanted to test the boundaries of power and play between us.Fuck.I almost climbed him like a tree and finished myself off right then and there.
His hands were strong around my waist and quick to slip under my shirt to grip underneath.They worked their way up and around, touching my ribs and back, pushing my top upwards as a side effect of his hurried exploration of my skin.
Tearing one hand away from him, I reached down and pulled my top the rest of the way off.He barely paused, making quick work of removing my bra, his hands eagerly exploring as our mouths met again.I was already unbuttoning my jeans when he started on his shirt.Before he lifted it, I reached out to still his hand, wanting to take control.Wanting to see how he would react.
Once he let go of his shirt, I spied the couch behind him and started moving us towards it with a sly grin.He let me walk him backward, a smile playing on his lips, which I leaned in to taste.Damn, his lips were addicting.I would never again be able to look at them without wanting to nibble on them.
When his knees hit the couch, I gave a playful shove and watched as he fell back, still clothed, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
I made quick work of removing my pants until I stood bare before him.
Now naked, I shivered, a mix of the cool air against my skin and the rush of desire coursing through me.It only heightened as Sam’s gaze raked over me slowly, hungrily, and my body reacted as if he was touching me, my nipples coming to attention.I knew the exact moment he noticed, too, as a low moan emanated from him while his fingers gripped his thighs.Andoh, I spied a very hard cock straining those pants.Even confined, it looked long and thick, and I licked my lips at the image.
Fuck, this was so much hotter than I’d imagined.
“Are you sure?”he asked, as exasperating as ever.
One hand on my hip, I gestured to my state of undress with the other.“What about this isn’t clear to you, Sam?”
His signature smirk curled into place.“You don’t have to be rude about it.”That smug son a …
“Sam!”
I growled low in frustration at his responding chuckle, but it turned into a strangled moan when he reached for me, pulling me into his lap and pushing his tongue into my mouth with a surety that left no question about what he wanted.
Any question that he wasn’t interested was blown away between the conviction with which he’s assaulting my lips and the hard line of his cock pressed up against me.Needy, I ground harder against him, both of us groaning in pleasure as the material roughly teased the sensitive parts of my pussy, delicious in its promise of what was to come.
Every nerve ending was on fire, from my nipples to my clit, and I was drunk on his reactions.Every hot breath, every moan, every aborted thrust fed my own, making me want him more.And we’d barely even started.
Although I’d hoped (and suspected) that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, feeling him hot and hard and frenzied beneath me was a relief.No part of him was passive in his assault—all of him as hungry for me as I was for him.
God, his fucking jeans were not making things easy.Maybe we should be naked.Why had I stopped him from getting naked?Goddammit I just needed it a little bit harder.
Even grinding down onto him, it was impossible to get what I needed, but it was so damn hard to pull away.Every sound that spilled from his lips, every desperate touch of his hands, kept me magnetized to him.
We clawed at each other, lips and teeth and bodies colliding over and over.It felt like every fight we’d had, each of us unwilling to back down and neither of us willing to give ground, and it was hotter than anything I’d experienced before.
Fuck.
Sam’s hands were everywhere, my face, my breasts, my thighs, my ass.Feeling and searching and kneading in this dizzying pattern that made me feel like a fucking teenager again.If this was all that happened tonight, if he put a stop to this now and I got dressed and went home, it would still be the most incredible connection I’d had with someone in … maybe ever.
With a firm grip on my ass, Sam lurched forward and up, and I immediately wondered if he was gonna call it.That his right mind had reappeared (I had no ideahowsince I was barely more than a bundle of shot nerves and adrenaline at this point), and he was going to hand me my clothes and send me on my way.
And, fuck, that would be disappointing, but I wouldn’t push him, even if I already knew there was no way I was going to forget the taste of him.
But no.
