Just my ass? Did he mean… Oh.Yes.
I reluctantly released him and stood, kicking my pants to the floor. His teal gaze settled between my legs, and my clit throbbed with anticipation. I crawled up on the bed, settling my knees on either side of his head. Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth again. His hands were on my ass, stroking and spreading my cheeks, which in and of itself was making me wetter.
Then he pulled me down to his mouth and the rest of my candles went up. Raw desire exploded through my veins and I was burning up. My hold tightened and I cried out around his length as he alternated between sucking and flicking. I laid my weight across him and used my other hand to grab his balls, squeezing gently.
Sam groaned and shifted his hips, so I kept kneading them as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Shit,Lexi,” he mumbled around my sex.
He tugged my ass down further and his tongue dove into my entrance. It almost felt like we were fighting to see who could get who to cum first, and I wasn’t sure I was going to win. It was getting harder to concentrate through the haze when I was so fucking close to the edge. My muscles shook and tensed, ready to break at any second.
His cock stiffened in my mouth the Sophiee instant he swirled his fingers around my clit. Salty lava exploded against the back of my throat as he forced my own climax over me. I drank him down greedily, pumping him for every last drop. Fuck, if that wasn’t my favorite position now.
Sam grabbed my hips and rolled me off of him before my muscles had even finished spasming through my orgasm. He spread my legs and lowered his cock to my clit, gliding back and forth through my slickness. Pressure tugged at my core and started to build again. My back arched off the bed and I wanted to scream at him to fuck me until I was senseless, but my mouth wasn’t cooperating.
“Thought you were pretty clever , didn’t you?” he purred. His voice was soft, but there was a dangerous edge to it that threatened my sanity, my desire bordering mindlessness.
The fire in my blood roared back to life. “What’s wrong, Sam? Don’t like to lose?”
His teeth snapped together a millimeter from the end of my nose. “I don’t lose, little phoenix.”
“Because you’re always in control?”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Quick as lightning, I wrapped my legs around his hips and twisted, straddling him and pinning his hands down. “Not today.”
Sam lifted his chin and licked his lips. “I suppose not.”
I bit down on his bottom lip, making him growl again and pressing me flush against him. The taste of me on his tongue was fucking erotic. He angled his hips back and his tip met my entrance. Pulling away, he looked at me for permission. Even though he’d wanted to seize control, he wasn’t going to do anything without my consent.
“I’m on birth control, if that’s why you’re hesitating,” I said.
“Good to know,” he rumbled.
Then I pushed back against him, so fucking wet he slid right in. An odd feeling coiled in my stomach, more than just heat, but the word was out of my grasp at the moment. His grip on my ass was nearly bruising and his eyes squeezed shut. He held me in place, frozen for several seconds until I couldn’t bear it any longer.
I moved.
I thrust my hips hard, taking him fully with every stroke. Beneath me, Sam rose enough to sit back on his hands, bracing himself to meet each one. I steadied myself and leaned back, moaning loudly when his cock hit a sensitive spot deep inside.
“Sam,” I whispered, my voice failing me. “Ah, fuck!”
Those words spurred him on and my room filled with the sounds of harsh breaths and flesh slapping together. It was what I'd wanted, to see him come unhinged at my hands, and a fierce pride filled me. He was losing control over himself. And maybe I was losing control of myself, too.
The feeling in my stomach flipped and twisted as I slammed down on him, and the room was heating to a boiling point. Oblivion approached and I embraced it. My eyes shut as my body tensed, and Sam’s thumb started furiously rubbing my clit.
Fireworks exploded across my senses. Sam tugged me close, lips crashing into mine as he slammed into me, extending my orgasm and finding his own right behind me. Regardless of what happened after that night, nothing would be the Sophiee between us. Nothing would be the Sophiee for me. He’d effectively ruined all other men for me.
As exhaustion washed over me, Sam’s burning skin lulled me into a comforting sleep.
Chapter 9
Sam
Three in the morning and I was doing prep instead of hunting demons. There weren’t any within a five-hundred-mile radius anyway, so it wasn’t a huge deal. It was just… different. All the stress, the pressure building up the past few weeks, had disappeared last night. Almost like magic.
My body went on autopilot, mixing muffin batter and starting the dough mixer. There was a lot to process, and since I rarely slept, my prep work acted as a kind of meditation. Last night had happened and she hadn’t tried to kill me. Her potential as an ally had gone up a notch and I hoped she stayed that way because, surprisingly enough, I wanted more of her.
