At the first touch of my mouth between her legs, she stiffens, then melts, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. I slide my tongue along her, slow at first, testing her. She bucks her hips, a quick, involuntary movement, and I smile against her, then lickher again, softer this time, then harder. She moans, the sound almost a whimper, and she pulls me in, grinding against my mouth with a force that makes it clear she needs this as much as I do.
I flatten my tongue, circling her clit, then flick it, again and again, until she’s shaking against my face. She curses, loud, and I feel her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, hard and fast, just the way I wanted.
I don’t give her a chance to recover. I keep my tongue on her, gentler now, drawing out every last pulse of her orgasm until she’s gasping for air, hands fisting in the sheets. Then I crawl up her body and kiss her again, hard enough that I taste her all over her tongue and lips.
She’s still shaking, hands in my hair, the sweat from her palms slick and desperate against my scalp. I kiss her like I need it to live. Maybe I do. I catch her breath in my mouth, and I feel her heartbeat, wild and erratic, fluttering under her ribs as I press my chest to hers.
She’s trying to catch her breath but she’s also reaching for me, legs winding around my waist like she’s not letting me up for air. I let my weight settle over her, not crushing, but enough so she knows I’m here.
“Rainey, let me inside,” I say.
She hesitates, just breathing while her blue eyes search my brown ones. Finally, she speaks.
“I want you so bad, Troy. Do it … do it now, please.”
Chapter 18
Rainey
His jeans come off fast, but the next moment slows down. He braces over me, every muscle flexed, watching my face like he’s waiting for some sign. I could say something clever, but all that comes out is a wordless gasp. I want him. Right now. No one has ever made me want this bad, this sure.
Troy strips his t-shirt in one smooth motion. It’s impossible not to stare at the lines of his body. He’s broad, hard, covered in ink that makes my hands ache to touch all at once. I do it anyway, running my palms over his chest and down to his hips, memorizing the shape of him, the way each muscle jumps beneath my hands. He’s beautiful — dangerously so. He knows it, too, but not in a way that feels arrogant. It’s confidence, plain and simple. He is what he is, and he doesn’t hide from it.
Troy kisses down my collarbone, slow and deliberate. I arch up, reaching for him, trying to pull him closer, but he holdsback just enough to make me want it more. His mouth is heat and pressure — gentle, then biting, then soothing again with his tongue. He drags his teeth over the line of my shoulder, and I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
I feel the growl rumble in his chest before he lets it out, low and rough against my throat. I want to hear it again, so I dig in harder, and he rewards me with another, teeth against my neck this time, biting just hard enough to make me shiver.
He kisses lower, all the way down, tongue tracing every inch of skin like he’s tasting sunlight. By the time he reaches my hip, I’m writhing, desperate, grinding my body up to meet his. He runs a hand down my thigh, then lifts my leg and bends it wide, spreading me open. He lines himself up, leaning down so his forehead rests against mine. His eyes are black and hungry, and I see the question in them even though he never says it out loud. I answer by sliding my hand between our bodies, closing my fingers around him and guiding him into me.
The first thrust makes my whole body seize up, every nerve ending firing at once. He’s so thick it’s almost too much, and for a split second I forget how to breathe. Troy pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching me open in a way that feels obscene, but perfect. I’m shaking, clutching at his arms, my head thrown back as he bottoms out with a force that nearly breaks me.
He groans, the sound vibrating through both our bodies, and fuck, I swear I can feel it everywhere. He thrusts again, steady, then again, and with each stroke I get fuller, closer to some impossible edge.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, heels digging into the hard shelf of his back. He whispers rough against my skin, “You feel so fucking good.”
I want to say something back, but all I can do is moan — loud, reckless, unfiltered. I’ve never sounded like this. Never felt like this, and God, I don’t care. I want more. I want all of him.
He fucks me like he means it — like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. Slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him, then deeper, harder. My body gives and then gives again, like it’s never going to be enough. I dig my nails into his back, dragging them down until I hear him grunt, and that makes me wild, makes me arch up and meet him stroke for stroke.
Troy kisses me while he fucks me. Not gentle, not polite, but hungry, tongue in my mouth, taking what he wants, and giving it right back. I bite his lip and he grins into the kiss, then fucks me even harder, every movement sending me up the bed, making the headboard knock the wall. I love that it’s not careful. Not polite or restrained. It’s just raw, animal, and honest.
He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in so deep I see stars. I cry out, not caring if the whole mountain hears, and he does it again, and again, until I’m nothing but sensation, every inch of my body stretched tight, burning.
“Rainey,” he says my name and it’s raw, desperate, like he’s barely hanging on. I want him to lose it. I want him to lose himself in me, and I tell him so, voice breaking, “Don’t stop, don’t —” and I can’t even finish because he’s slamming into me again, the rhythm relentless.
I’m close. So close. It’s like he knows, because he shifts his angle and suddenly he’s right there, every thrust hitting that spot inside me that feels like pure electricity. I dig my heels into his back, arching into him, and Troy’s voice gets ragged, a broken sound that makes me clench even tighter around him.
He’s fucking me hard now, no more holding back, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me into each thrust. My body rocks with it, sweat slick between us, the air hot and thick with our breath and the slick sound of his cock driving into me.
He’s so deep I swear I can feel him in my chest, every movement sending me higher and higher until I’m on the edge, teetering, about to fly apart.
He changes it up, bracing on one arm, reaching down with his free hand to press his thumb right on my clit while he pounds into me from above. The sensation is instant … white-hot and blinding. I swear, for a second, I’m not even in my body anymore. I’m just sensation, just gasping and writhing under him, the whole world pared down to this
Troy kisses me again, biting my lower lip, and the pain and pleasure mix into something I didn’t know I could feel. I shudder, hips jerking, and Troy grins against my mouth. He feels it, knows what he’s doing. He keeps going, relentless, driving into me until my whole body breaks apart. I come so hard I forget how to breathe, head thrown back as I scream his name. Not even a word, just a sound, raw and ripped straight out of my lungs.
He doesn’t let up. He fucks me through it, keeps the rhythm going until I’m trembling, oversensitive, but needing more anyway. I don’t realize I’m crying until he kisses the tears from my cheek. I don’t realize I’m begging until I hear my own voice, shattered and pleading, “Please, Troy, please…”
He gives it to me, all of it, everything at once. He fucks me like he’s trying to leave a mark on my soul, not just my body. The room disappears. The whole world narrows down to the solid heat of him inside me, the wet slap of skin against skin, the filthy, beautiful things he’s saying into my ear — how wet I am, how tight, how he’s never wanted anyone more than me. How I feel like I was made for him, how he’s going to fuck me until I can’t walk. It’s filthy and I love it. I want it. I want him to lose his mind and take me with him.
