He obeys, his rhythm steady and relentless. My hips move against his face, chasing the building pressure. When he slides two fingers back inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I nearly scream.
“What do you need?” he asks against my pussy, his voice rough.
“Harder,” I demand. “Suck my clit harder.”
He complies immediately, increasing the pressure of his mouth while his fingers thrust deeper. My inner walls clench around him, tightening as I get closer to the edge.
“I can feel you,” he murmurs. “You’re close.”
The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers is too much. Heat builds at the base of my spine, radiating outward as my body tenses. My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling hard as the first wave hits.
“Dane!” His name tears from my throat as I shatter, my orgasm crashing through me in violent pulses. My legs shake, my entire body clenching around his fingers as he works me through it, not stopping until I push his head away, too sensitive to take more.
I slump against the wall, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat. Dane rises slowly, his mouth glistening with evidence of my pleasure. The sight of him—disheveled, eyes burning, completely focused on me—sends another pulse of heat through my core.
Chapter 32
Dane
My mind’s still hazy from her taste, the way she came against my mouth, her thighs quivering around my head. I barely register the moment Nova’s dazed expression hardens into something predatory.
She pushes off the wall, suddenly steady. Before I can stand up fully, her hands slam into my chest, shoving me backward with surprising force. I hit the floor hard, air punching from my lungs.
“My turn,” she growls.
She drops down, straddling my thighs, and yanks my jeans the rest of the way past my hips. The denim catches around my ankles, effectively trapping my legs. Her eyes rake over my cock, hard and straining against my stomach.
“Look at you,” she says, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “So fucking eager.”
I hiss through clenched teeth as she strokes me, her grip firm but teasing. “Nova—“
“Shut up,” she commands. She rises slightly on her knees, positioning herself over me. The tip of my cock brushes against her slick entrance. She rocks her hips, sliding my length through her wet folds without taking me inside.
“Stop fucking around,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips.
She gives me a wicked smile. “Make me.”
I snap. In one swift motion, I grip her hips and yank her down onto my cock. We both cry out as I fill her completely. She’s tight, hot, still pulsing from her first orgasm.
“Fuck,” she gasps, hands braced on my chest. Her nails dig into my skin, leaving red marks.
She starts to move, setting a deliberate pace; too slow, too controlled. Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat. I reach up to grab it, not squeezing, just holding, feeling her pulse hammer against my palm.
“Faster,” I demand.
She ignores me, continuing her torturous rhythm. Rising almost completely off my cock before sinking back down with agonizing slowness. Each time she takes me in, her inner walls clench, dragging a groan from my throat.
“Is this what you want?” she taunts, grinding her hips in a circular motion that has me seeing stars.
I’ve had enough of her games. With a snarl, I plant my feet and thrust up hard, deeper than before. Her rhythm falters, a surprised moan escaping her lips.
“No,” I say, voice rough. “This is what I want.”
I flip us over in one smooth movement, pinning her beneath me. My jeans are still around my ankles, limiting my mobility,but I don’t care. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, the new angle letting me drive into her harder.
“Fuck!” she cries out, fingers clawing at my back. “Yes, like that!”
I pound into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the cabin. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. I lower my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking and grazing it with my teeth.
