I couldn’t refuse him anything. And as fierce as I fought for composure, the fact that we were naked and alone was an enemy I didn’t want to defeat.
Giving in, I pulled him on top of me, widening my legs so he could lie between them and kiss the shit out of me. Like the other times we’d been together, having him call the shots and dominate me was as hot as it was necessary for my sanity.
Sofucking hot.
I’d meant it when I’d said he could fuck me.
Didn’t mind so much that he didn’t want to, though the thought of fucking him still scared me to death.
Don’t think about it then. This ain’t about that.
Fuck no.It was about the roll of his hips as he kissed me. The head-spinning friction and his heart thumping against mine.
Embry slotted us together. Craving more, my muscles contracted, screaming in protest as I forced myself not to thrust up, a low growl breaching my mouth.
Above me, Embry smirked, but there was frustration there too, as if he knew I was still trapped in my head. “I’m gonna do something, and you’re not gonna stop me.”
He produced a black bottle from seemingly nowhere.
Nerves fluttered in my belly. I was beyond aroused, the throb in my cock other-fucking-worldly. But that bottle—I knew what it meant, and I realised that whatever I thought was going down here, I was light years behind him. “What you gonna do with that? Actually, where the fuck did you get it? It wasn’t in your bag when I went looking for clothes.”
“It was in the fridge behind the Red Bull. Rubi’s my best bet, but I don’t want to think about anyone else right now.”
Couldn’t argue with that. I watched Embry set the fuckinglubeaside and descend my body. I knew he was going to blow me, braced for that shit, but I had no damn clue what I was bracing for till he wrapped his hot lips around my dick.
My back arched like I’d been Tasered. “Fuck.”
He made a sound that could’ve been a laugh, but with my cock crammed down his throat, it was hard to tell.
His glittery eyes gave him away, though. I rose up on my elbows to get a better look andfuck me running. I groaned and clutched his hair, gripping my thigh with my other hand, fingers digging into the muscle.
Embry absorbed my reaction and the pressure of his mouth expanded, helped along by the slow slide of his tongue. He brought me to the brink of something I wasn’t quite ready for.
For real. I was terrified ofso many things. That I’d lose control and jam my dick in his mouth so hard I’d hurt him. That I wouldn’t get that far and I’d combust—I’d explode, splattering my flesh and bones on the greige walls of the hotel room.
No one had ever warned me that a blowjob could be such a trip. And he thought we could fuck and survive it?
Fucking hell.
A full body shudder rocked me.
I groaned like I was dying and seized his shoulders, yanking him up the bed until we were face to face.
He kissed me. I tasted salt on his tongue, on his lips. I wrapped my arms around him, crushing him to me. His smaller frame fit perfectly against mine, and the scary trip became a magic carpet ride I never wanted to stop.
Icouldn’tstop.
Embry had the lube.
A condom that was on my dick before my addled brain completed what was happening.
My pulse skyrocketed; a gasp caught in my throat. I seized his hips. “Wha—”
Embry pressed his hand over my mouth, tight enough to silence me, but slack enough that I could fucking breathe. “Shh. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I didn’t believe him.
My chest heaved.
