Twelve
Chloe
I hated that I wanted to kiss him. I hated that I wanted to feel him against me. People argued off in the distance, but the second his mouth encompassed mine, I no longer cared. I moaned down the back of his throat. I wiggled my arms out until I had the capability of wrapping them around his neck. I pulled myself closer, wanting to feel his etched muscles against my softness as he backed me up.
And it wasn’t until I fell against a wall that his hands dropped to my hips.
“Chloe,” he growled, “I have to stop.”
My forehead touched down against his. “Why?”
He drew in a broken breath. “Because if I don’t stop now, I won’t stop until I get what I want.”
“Which is?”
His eyes searched my own. “You.”
I slid my hands through his hair and gripped tightly. I pulled his lips back to my own before I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wanted him more than I could stand. I wanted him to fill me up and take me on a ride I’d never forget for the rest of my life. Ever since I’d clung to him while on the back of his bike, I couldn't get rid of the image of my body pressed against his. I couldn’t get rid of the feeling of his body between my thighs.
And as we stumbled around, stripping each other of our clothes, he picked me back up and placed me against the wall.
Before his thickened girth slid between my pussy lips.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” he grunted.
My nails raked down his back. “Fill me up, West. Make me forget. Please.”
He pulled back and his tip caught against my swollen entrance. He eased his way in, giving me time to shiver and move however I needed. Good God, he was thick. It felt like I was being spread for the first time and I whimpered into the crook of his neck. It had been forever since I’d been entertained by a man. Since I had been filled and stuffed full before falling over the edge. I kissed across his bare shoulder. I felt our hips seat themselves together before I picked up my head. And as it fell back against the wall, he slowly withdrew himself.
Before slamming back into my body.
“Oh, fu—”
He clapped his hand over my mouth and pounded against me. Thrust after thrust, where he swiveled his hips and allowed his tightly wound curls to tickle my clit. My legs jumped. He pinned me to the wall with his rock-hard body. And as my eyes widened, they rolled back as he caressed every wonderful, beautiful, pebbled, sensitive part of me.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” I mumbled against his palm.
“That’s it. Squeeze that dick,” he growled.
I lost myself in the feeling of him. In the electricity that rushed its way through my veins. I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to stay against him while he pleasured me until the end of time. My entire body quaked as my orgasm threatened to choke the life out of me. My fingernails raked down his arms, rumbling along his muscles while the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the spaces between us. I lost control of my sounds. I whimpered and moaned. Groaned and grunted. My legs jumped with a need for release and my toes curled into his lower back, pulling him even closer as the last inch of him slid inside of me.
“Holy fuck,” West choked out.
And the second the rest of his cock slid in, I unleashed.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that,” I squeaked.
My entire body locked out as I unraveled against him. He pressed into me, sinking his dick as far as he could go while my walls collapsed around him. My body milked him for all he had. My eyes rolled back so hard that my head started to hurt. And as stars burst behind my eyelids, I waited for his cock to explode.
But all he did was move me away from the wall before he walked us into the shower.
Thirteen
West
Watching her unravel against me, naked and free of her burdens, was intoxicating. I committed every part of her to memory: every sound, every sight, and every scent. Her juices dripped down my shaft. Her walls massaged me closer to my precipice. But I wasn’t nearly done with her.
And the second her body went limp against my own, I gathered her against me.
