Tearing his mouth off hers, he pushed himself off the wall, stepped back from Jenna, and then took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. “Let’s take this somewhere more private,” he rasped.
24. OUT OF BOUNDS
INSIDE JENNA’S ROOM, they fell on each other, all restraint gone.
Breathing hard, Jenna clutched at Malik as he stripped her naked and pushed her back on the bed. Looming above her, he then pushed down his shorts, kicking them free of his ankles.
Gaze riveted upon his cock, which thrust toward her, its swollen tip beckoning, Jenna reached for him again.
But Malik’s mouth curved into a sensual, purely-male smile that made her blood heat and her belly flip-flop. Climbing onto the bed, he brushed her clutching hands aside and spread her thighs wide.
He gazed down at her sex. The hunger on his face made heat pulse in the cradle of her hips.
Jenna’s breathing hitched, excitement arrowing through her. He lowered himself between her parted thighs then.
He’s going to—
A deep groan ripped from his chest when he tasted her, and his reaction made her roll her hips against him. His tongue began a wicked dance, and Jenna bit down on her bottom lip to choke the high, keening cry that clawed at her chest. She dug her fingers into Malik’s short hair, urging him on as he pleasured her, pushing her hips against his face, grinding herself against him.
Malik responded by devouring her.
It was too much, too intense. Moments later, Jenna climaxed against his mouth. Her thighs started to tremble. If he hadn’t been holding her up to him, she’d have collapsed on the bed.
Boneless and gasping for breath, she lay there when he released her.
Gods, the room was spinning.
Malik then crawled up over her, his lips and tongue tracing over her belly and ribcage to her breasts. There, he lavished them with attention, drawing each aching tip into his mouth and suckling hard until she had to bite her lip again.
“You’re delicious, Jen,” he growled, moving up so they were eye-to-eye. “I’ve been aching to taste you properly.”
Her breathing quickened, heat flooding through her. His frankness drove her wild. Reaching down, her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock.
It jerked her grip, and he gasped at her touch.
“On your back, Malik,” she whispered huskily. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
An instant later, he’d rolled beneath her, and Jenna was kissing and licking her way down his chest—exploring each ridged muscle, each hard plane, and the dip of his navel—before she focused on his groin once more.
Malik groaned low in his throat when she tasted him there too. He was big, so she worked the tip of him with her mouth, while her hand fisted the root of his shaft. She pumped slowly, enjoying each groan, each choked gasp.
She’d have continued, would have brought him to climax in her mouth, if he hadn’t eventually yanked her up, pulling her astride him.
There, he lifted her and slid the head of his cock against her slickness. He then pulled her down, impaling her on him.
Jenna threw back her head, groaning at the feel of him filling her. This position was so intense—for the tip of him was pressing against her womb—and when he gripped her hips, moving them in a slow circle, the pleasure that rippled through her lower belly made her forget herself.
She cried out before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Shit,” she mumbled through her fingers. “We don’t want to wake up Vic.”
“Who cares about him,” Malik growled, guiding her hips in a slow roll once more. He then gave a low, sensual groan that made her forget about everything else.
Everything except Malik.
She felt as if she were teetering on the brink of something—something that both exhilarated and terrified her. Before sex with Malik, she hadn’t known she could feel like this. He dredged up a primal need within her, one that made her feel like a goddess, like she was capable of anything.
Rocking forward, she let him slide out of her, almost to the tip, before she sank down on him once more.
Gods, the sensation was incredible. The head of his cock was stroking a sensitive spot, deep inside her, and every time he hit it, she felt a wet rush of heat. She was so wet, he risked sliding out of her.
