“The way I’m about to take you will not be soft and gentle.”
“All talk and bluster, Mr. King. Maybe I should take my half naked ass downstairs to your frie?—”
I gasp as he reaches out and tears my panties off my body. Not down my legs—clean off. His hands pin my thighs to the bed, and his mouth is on my core as if he’s a man starved of pleasure. All previous encounters have been slow, considered, a buildup of torment and pleasure. This, right here, is a fucking claiming.
My hands fist in his hair, and I tug on it restlessly. He grabs my hands, threads his fingers with mine, and forces them against my thighs all without breaking contact with my pussy. His tongue sweeps through me, his teeth tugging on metal. Then he goes lower, and the sensation steals my breath. That’s new. He chuckles against me before coming back and burying his tongue inside again and again, shoving me toward my release with ruthless intent.
“Hunter!” I cry out as the bands within me snap impossibly tight. This is going to ruin me. His nose pushes against my clit as my head tilts to catch his gaze. Still furious, but also ravenous.Everything clenches, and I explode. He buries his tongue inside me and groans. He alternates between sucking and licking like I’m his favorite treat. Guess I have decent cooking skills after all.
Little aftershocks rock my body as he kisses the inside of each thigh before he’s off the bed and yanking off his jeans and boxers. His cock juts out and bounces against his stomach. He stalks around the bed, grabs my arms, and hauls me around so my head hangs over the edge. He tugs the zip of his jacket down so he can slip his hands inside and tug at my nipples.
“How’s your gag reflex, trouble?” he asks.
Oh... “I don’t know.”
He freezes, his eyes growing impossibly darker. “You’ve never done this?”
“I have, none of them were this...” I squint at the weapon taunting me, “large... wide... thick.”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “We’ll take it slow.”
I don’t want to take it slow. Slow is what we’ve been doing. Slow is a big fucking tease, and I’m done being teased.
His thumb hooks into my mouth, and he pries it open. “Relax.”
My mouth falls open, and I lick the tip of his cock. His taste is musty, male, and mine. How does someone taste like yours? My eyes take in every inch of the man standing above me. It’s when they are leaking pleasure, literally, because of something you are doing. That’s how. He pushes the tip inside my mouth, stretching my lips as he glides over my tongue. He throws his head back and groans, rocking into my mouth gently, allowing me to get used to his size.
“Touch yourself for me, trouble.”
My hand falls between my legs, and I sweep my fingers through my release, pushing two inside.
“No, not inside. That’s mine. On your clit.”
If I could curse him, I would, but my mouth is full, so the words create a vibration around his length. He laughs as I decide to push him a little. He’s being too gentle, and I want the man that burst into the guest room in control. My middle finger teases my opening.
“Eleanor,” he snaps.
I won’t break, Hunter.I push inside myself, and his cock matches, breaching my throat and stealing my air. I wait for the panic to set in, but it’s nowhere to be found. He isn’t trying to take my life, or even control me—he’s as lost as I am in this carnal dance, a partner in the chaos who wants to give more than he takes. I groan as he pulls back and air rushes up my nose and into my lungs. I retreat from my pussy to my clit.
“Do it again, trouble,” he chokes out.
I push inside again, and he follows, showing me I am in control.
“Fuck. Your throat is trying to suck me in.”
He pulls out completely and flips me around, pulling off my boots before crawling between my legs. “Condom,” I gasp.
“Fuck, sorry, I’m out of my mind with you.” He jerks away, but my legs wrap around his waist and lock him to me. He chuckles. “You need to let me go, trouble. I don’t have any in here.” Right. He doesn’t bring women back to his apartment.
“I’m clean,” I whisper, my words a little croaky from the assault on my throat. “And I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
He swipes a trembling hand down his face. “Same, but I’m not ready for mini mes yet.” It does something to me knowing neither of us have ever had unprotected sex before. A first we can share.
“I’m on the pill.” It’s supposed to help my periods.
“Are you sure?” he asks. It’s the constant checking in that makes me sure.
I nod as I untangle my legs from him and let him decide. He stares between our bodies and blinks. “This is going to be over so much faster than I like,” he grumbles.
