This isn’t careful.
This isn’t sweet.
This is everything we’ve been fighting for and against, slamming together at full force in a forgotten corner of a building we just conquered.
And God help me—
I never want it to end.
A string hits me in the side of the face, and I reach for it, tugging hard. The single bulb brightens, illuminating the space in a dull yellow light. I need to see her. Every inch of her.
Annie’s cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes glazed over. “Chase—”
I dive back in. Tug her head back by the hair, tearing down the side of her throat with lips and teeth. She mewls. Moans. My fingers shake, working the buttons of her pants, yanking down the zipper as she shimmies out of them, trying to kick them free. I rip off a heel and pull the fabric off until her legs part wide, the leather hanging by an ankle.
A slip of lacy black underwear comes into view.
I tug it aside and launch forward, plunging my tongue inside her, longing to taste her again. She collapses back on her elbows with a gasp-like scream, squeezing my hair by the roots. I link her legs around my neck, driving deeper, letting her soak my face as my dick throbs against tight denim, hard and painful.
“Chase, Chase, Chase…” She pants my name like her favorite song. “Oh God…”
I suck her clit. Swirl my tongue. Growl and groan, clasping her hips in a death grip as I eat her out like a savage.
“Need you inside me,” she pleads.
My eyes roll up, imagining sinking inside her velvet heat. A groan leaves me, and I pull to a stand, roughly unlatching my belt. Annie’s fingers tremble as she bends forward, undoing the button, sliding the zipper down.
Before my jeans tumble to my feet, I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom.
Her breath hitches when she spots it.
We’re doing this.
Hard, dirty, fast. In a fucking storage closet.
I wait for her to stop me. To tap the brakes, ask for something better. A bed. A hotel room. Even the goddamn tour bus. But she doesn’t. Heat flickers in her eyes as she drags my jeans down my legs, yanks off my boxers, and takes my dick in her hand.
My jaw falls open on a pornographic moan.
I’m pulsing in her hand, hard as steel, a thrust away from blowing my load. The last time her mouth was on me, I hardly lasted two minutes, so fucking pent up it took all my willpower just to make it that long.
I bring the condom wrapper to my mouth and tear it open with my teeth. Annie kicks off her other heel, pulls her pants all the way off, then removes her underwear and tosses it to the floor. She leans back and props her feet up on the amp, spreading her knees apart.
Her pussy glistens under the low light.
My vision blurs. Mind spins out of control.
Fuck.
I propel forward, the tip of my dick sliding up her inner thigh and teasing her wetness. She chews her lip, head tipped back and hair spilling all around her. My hand raises, curling behind her head, tangling in the damp strands, and dragging her face to mine. Our noses touch. Foreheads meet. I grind against her, growling against her lips, “You want this?”
She wraps her arms around me. “Yes. Please.”
I grip her by the waist and yank her forward. Slip inside an inch. Then another. Our eyes are locked. I watch her face, the way her lips quiver, pupils dilate, brows bend inward as she waits for me to fill her.
I don’t make her wait long.
With a hard jerk of my hips, I thrust inside all the way. Her moan rockets through me, blending with mine. My forehead rolls against hers as I glance down between us, watching as her tightness swallows my cock, my face pinched with euphoric agony. She clings to me, my shirt, my neck, my hair, my face. Her hands are everywhere, her body adjusting to my size, her breaths falling out in gasping, shallow bursts.
