“How about the couch?” I countered, glancing at the sleek piece of gray furniture sitting just a few feet away.
“So, you want me to make the decision for you, that it?”
His tone was pleasant. But his smile turned feral.
“Seriously, the couch is right there. Why don’t we just—oh!”
My back hit the window before I could finish making my argument, and his lips once again crashed into mine.
What am I protesting again?All practical thoughts flew out of my head. And I melted back into his kiss, my body becoming pliant against the cool glass as he unzipped his jeans and pulled something out of his back pocket.
A condom, I vaguely realized when I felt his rigid length press into my stomach again. This time sheathed in a thin layer of latex.
That was the last reasonable thought I got to have.
Mick cupped a hand around the back of my nape, pushing his tongue even deeper into my mouth as his fingers slipped below the waistband of my plain cotton panties to find my core.
Two digits pushed inside of me, working my below the same way his tongue was working my mouth.
The sensations were unbelievable.
I moaned into his kiss, and my folds clenched hard around his fingers as he moved them inside of me with masterful strokes. It felt so good to be touched like that while his mouth claimed mine.
There was no room to think. No space to feel any sort of way about the bullet train I suddenly found myself riding.
Toward sex.
Him. All I felt was him. All I wanted was this.
But then he broke off the kiss again. This time with a curse.
“You’re already wet.”
I blinked in confusion.Is that a bad thing?
“I promised you a good time, but I’m not going to be able to…”
He pulled his fingers out of me, and suddenly his hands were on the back of my thighs, lifting.
Never in my life had someone picked me up during a kiss.
But somehow, I instinctively knew what to do.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he tugged aside the crotch of my boy shorts.
“Kayla!” He groaned into my mouth before taking me completely. With one forceful stroke that moved my entire body upward on the glass.
He was large! Not just long but also so thick my folds stretched and strained to accommodate him. It should have hurt. There’d been barely any foreplay beyond kisses.
But he’d been correct about how wet I was. It felt nothing but good to have him inside of me. Right. My core pulsed all around him, welcoming the pleasure of his invasion. Like he belonged there.
“You feel amazing,” I told him on a happy sigh. “Thank you. Thank you for convincing me to do this.”
I softly kissed his shoulder, excited for what was about to come next.
However, Mick just remained rigid inside of me. Holding me, but not moving. His breathing was harsh, and the corded back muscles underneath his t-shirt flexed and pulsed.
Like a bull trying to hold himself back.
