Either way, he lifts me and walks to the bench on the other side of the bathroom that I thought looked ridiculous a few minutes ago, but I appreciate now. He’s still kissing me as he sits down and sets my feet on the ground. I pull away and lift my dress to my hips. His eyes are molten as they take in my body from the waist down.
I set my hands on his shoulders and straddle him, kissing him deeply again. We’re all tongue, teeth, and nails — two savages who have been apart for too long. It doesn’t matter that we did this a few hours ago. We have years to make up for.
“Fuck,” he breathes against me, pressing his lips to my jaw and dragging them down my neck when I throw my head back.
“God, yes,” I gasp, my hips moving against him of their own accord.
He grips my thighs harder and bites the tops of my breasts, as he moves his thumbs upward on my inner thighs, drawing slow circles that drive me crazy. I’m so drunk on him that I may come just from that. When he finally reaches where I want him, he brushes his thumb over my panties. He inhales sharply against my mouth and pulls away. I make a sound when he stops moving his hand.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “Are you always this wet?”
“Only for you.” I grind my hips, gasping when his thumb presses against my clit at the movement. He slips a finger underneath my panties but doesn’t move it. I grind again, feeling the pressure once more. “Lachlan, please. Please. Please.”
“Only for me?” he asks, the low gravel voice making me rock my hips again. I tug his hair harder, and his dick twitches against me.“Why? Because this pussy is mine? Tell me.”
“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know,” I say, breathing harshly.
“Tell me.” He strokes me and I throw my head back, my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” I moan, grinding. Oh my god, he just needs to move his finger up a little. The tension builds in my stomach, coiling, and pulling. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it hard as he moves his finger slightly, brushing just where I need him and keeping me just at the cusp of an orgasm. Bastard. “Tell me you’re mine and only mine, and I’ll make you come. Fucking tell me.”
My breath is ragged as I try to move my hips again, but he holds me with his other hand, stopping my movement completely.
“No. Nooo,” I breathe. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Look at me.” He slaps my ass hard.
I glare at him. “This isn’t funny, Lachlan.”
“I never said it was.” His eyes narrow on mine. “Tell me.”
I don’t know why I don’t just say it. We both know I’ll say just about anything right now, and it’s not like he doesn’t know the answer. I open my mouth to speak, when he lifts me and sets me on the floor to shrug off his jacket and unbuckle his pants. He lowers everything to his ankles and sits back down. My stomach clenches when I straddle him again. Holy. Shit. Fuck. He’s not even inside me and already feels so good. I rock my hips forward, my wet folds sliding up and down his velvety, hard length. My breath quickens as the tension continues to build. He hisses and stops me with a grip on both my ass cheeks.
I gasp loudly. “Ohmygod please.”
“Fuck. Were you this wet in the car?” he asks, his voice husky.
I don’t know how much more I can take. I let out a loud, frustrated groan. I look at him, at this beautiful, annoying, maddening man that I can’t seem to help not falling for. He stares at me, his eyes searching mine. His lips come down on mine again as he lifts me and positions me right at his tip.
“Lach, please,” I whisper shakily against his mouth.
“Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
“You, damn it. Always you. I’ve always been yours,” I practically shout.
He loosens his grip on me and I start sliding down. He stretches me so much that I have to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls against my neck as I finish seating. I clench around him, still adjusting, and his hands grip my ass tighter. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
I start moving slowly, up and down, throwing my head back as I ride him. My stomach clenches, and when he brings his hand between us and finds my clit as I rock my hips, I have to bite his shoulder to keep the scream inside. The bite sets him off. He starts lifting his hips and using his grip on my ass to control the pace, going deeper, harder, faster. My entire body coils and starts to shake. He stops so suddenly that I whimper.
“Noooooo,” I cry out, lowering my head and looking at him. “I can’t take anymore.”
“Keep your eyes on mine,” he grunts as he starts fucking me again, grabbing my hips so hard, I know he’ll leave marks, but damn.Oh fuck. “You’re so fucking hot. Look at me when you come for me, baby. I need to see you.”
I do and I stop breathing. On his next thrust, I feel a bomb go off inside me. I shake uncontrollably, as he rips the delicate material of my already stretched and ruined panties and thrusts a few more times, going deep as his thumb finds my clit again. I’m so sensitive there. I don’t think I can take any more, but he feels too good. I sink my hands into his thick hair and start rocking against him to meet his thrusts. My eyes screw shut as the feeling in my core starts again.
