“Shh,” he said with a smirk on his face, “not so loud.”
The stretch of his fingers awakened long dead nerves. Excruciating and wonderful, it was wickedly perfect. Her breaths fluttered in and out of her lungs as he curled his fingers and stroked her precisely where it felt too damn good.
She didn’t want this. They shouldn’t be doing this. He needed to stop. But she couldn’t think. Each flex of his fingers sent tendrils of heat shimmering to her core. Her body betrayed her, or perhaps it revealed a truth she’d been ignoring for far too long. He corralled every buck of her hips and arch of her spine, taking her higher and higher, but then he stopped and yanked her trousers to her ankles.
“Oh my God!” She’d been nearly at the brink of what was surely going to be the most explosive orgasm of her life.
They both still wore their boots. Neither of their pants was coming off, but Lyons didn’t seem fazed by that obstacle. He gripped her knees, bent them, and then spread them wide. His greedy gaze angled between her legs, the intensity making her snap her knees together, but she couldn’t. He’d wedged himself between her legs and held them open. He was stronger and larger, and she was at his mercy.
His gaze lifted to meet hers. “When I’ve had my fill of you, we’ll discuss the recent choices in your life.”
“Recent choi—oh my God!” The rest of whatever she’d been about to say disappeared beneath a strangled cry.
Lyons buried his face between her legs and swirled that talented tongue of his with diabolical skill. She remained torn between wanting him and stopping this but ached more for the relief an orgasm would bring. A part of her despised herself for using himlike this. Lyons knew her goal. She’d told him she wanted to fuck and that she didn’t care who it might be. But maybe he had his own goals. He was a ladies’ man, so it shouldn’t surprise her that he’d want to mark her on his list of conquests. Well, as long as they were using each other, no one could get hurt.
Her hands plunged into his hair, gripping the longer strands on top and tugging them as he worked his incredible skill. Her back arched, and sounds of pleasure spilled from her throat as he drove her to the edge of madness. She yanked his mouth against her pussy, grinding herself on his face, while he lapped her juices, plunged his tongue inward, and curled it back around to the sensitive nub of nerves at her clit.
She needed this. By God, she needed this. As he licked a path up her slit, she wanted nothing more than to come on his tongue. Crazy in fact how much she wanted that, and she felt the beginnings of an explosion rising from deep inside. Her toes curled inside her boots as her back bowed again.
“Oh fuck, oh God, I’m coming.”
The orgasm shook her limbs and shredded her strangled cry. While she moaned and panted her way through the force of the waves cresting through her, his tongue continued to lap, his mouth ground against her clit, and he forced her to ride his face until she forgot her name. While her body twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, unbearable pleasure built again. More bliss came in the wake of a mind-blowing orgasm as he licked her through another wave of pleasure. Her cries scratched her throat raw, but as the second orgasm ripped through her, he shifted his weight yet again, staying with her as she chased her pleasure.
He covered her with his body, settling his hips between her spread thighs, kissing her again. This time, he held himself up, his arms braced on either side of her ears, palms flat against the ground. A stillness hovered in the air as he angled his hips to place the head of his cock against her folds. In that moment, the forest green of his eyes lightened, softening into a verdant field of lustful need. Herheart stopped, hanging between one beat and the next, as the enormity of what would happen next rattled through her mind.
Then, with the sudden surge of his hips, he breached her walls, slamming in with a jolt of pleasure that jumpstarted her heart into a frenzied gallop. Her tissues stretched to accommodate his girth and electrified with the sensation of being filled…by Lyons.
Holy shit, they were fucking.
Staring into his eyes, she couldn’t help but think how incredibly gorgeous he was and how he belonged all to her for the moment. The features of his face tightened with intensity as he chased his pleasure. Her traitorous body rose to meet his, hungry for more. Her pussy throbbed with greed as he thrust into her with punishing force. Evidently, Lyons didn’t take things slow. Not that it surprised her. He fucked like he lived—hard and to the edge of sanity.
His hooded eyes glanced at her, full of a feral power that hitched her breath. She rose to meet him, as much as her posture allowed, taking the full length of him deep inside. The pulse in her throat hammered against her ears as tendrils of heat curled along every nerve in her body. He was a man built for sin, for taking, for pleasing, and perhaps even loving.
The rest of the world faded away. His eyes enraptured her. His grunts and groans excited her. The slow burning coil of heat in her body tightened and prepared to ignite once again.
“Lyons,” she said, whispering, “I’m close.”
“Ride it, T. Give me one more.” His hips rocked against her, dragging his cock against the sensitive tissues of her pussy.
Everything narrowed down to him, the rugged planes of his face, his strong, angular jaw, and the storm brewing in his eyes. For a man who kept himself tightly controlled, he was moments from losing himself to his lust. Right with him, riding the wave of desire, she gripped his hips and begged for more.
“Harder. Please. Fuck me harder.”
“You like it rough?”
She didn’t really know. Her entire sexual experiences had been soft and loving, not this animalistic need of a man staking his claim.
“I-I-I don’t know, but if you don’t fuck me now…”
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”
He thrust, and their combined groans lifted to the stillness of the night. Burying himself as deeply as possible, he filled her completely. The burn from the stretch had her shaking, uncertain if she was feeling pleasure or pain. Then, a switch flipped, and Lyons was fucking her like a wild man. Fury and aggression filled every hiss of his breath as he slammed his cock into her violently and punishing with his need. His lips pressed against hers, claiming her there as well. His kisses were no longer demanding but bruising with their savagery.
She’d never been taken like this before and never felt a man come undone as he fucked her into a mindless state of bliss. She’d never felt that flare of combustion as pleasure ripped her entire world apart.
“Lyons!” she cried and then dissolved into mindlessness as another orgasm overtook her and dragged her into oblivion for the third time that night. She dug her hands into his back, cursing the fabric of his shirt. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin.
With a grunt, he pounded into her. His eyes flashed to hers. “Next time, we won’t take things so damn slow. Hard and rough is fine with me.” His words were gravelly and harsh. With his thrusts quickening, his orgasm gathered, and he released with a savage thrust. His entire body shook as he ground against her, panting with his orgasm.
