I perch on the edge of the bed, my gaze drawn once again to his dick. He’s stopped touching it and it bobs against his stomach with a life of its own.
“Keep looking at it like that and I won’t even last until I’m inside you,” he says, sounding strained.
I trace a finger up his navel, following a sprinkling of dark hair, and work my way to his face, then lean over and kiss him. His hand goes to my jaw and he captures my mouth in a hot, wet exchange that’s all tongues and panted breaths. My heart rate shoots up and my pussy throbs again, demanding attention. His hand settles over it and I whimper. He swallows the sound and torments me with his fingers.
“More,” I gasp as we break apart.
He growls, and I love it. “You’re so fucking hot. This little pussy is going to feel amazing wrapped around me.”
He lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks it. I gulp. Then he threads his fingers between mine and shifts around, pressing me back into the bed, my hands pinned above my head. I simply relax and let him climb atop me. There are times to fight for dominance, and this isn’t one of them. Not when his weight feels so delicious, and his erection grinds into me, setting off flashes of white behind my eyes as it rubs over my clit. I nip the skin on the side of his neck, then lick it to soothe the sting. His hips jerk, then he stills.
“Don’t stop,” I urge.
“Just. Need. A. Moment.” He grits the words out, and I squirm against him, unable to help myself. “Oh, shit.”
“You should get that condom.”
“Good plan.” He rolls off me, flops his feet onto the floor, and rustles around in the top draw of his nightstand, emerging victorious with a foil wrapper. He tears it open, and sits on the edge of the bed as he guides it over his length. I get onto my knees on the mattress, and his brows draw together. “What are you doing?”
“Like this.” I straddle his thighs and watch realization dawn. He grips his cock and I sink onto it inch by inch, taking him so deep inside of me I could swear he touches my heart. His hands journey around to my ass and I bite my lower lip as I adjust to the size of him. He exhales and his fingers tremble as they dig into my flesh. His eyes are nearly black with desire and I keep mine locked on them while I start to move, lowering myself up and down. I cup my breasts and pinch the nipples lightly. He sits back and enjoys the show, his breath growing more ragged. After letting me be in control for a short while, he takes action, thrusting his hips and filling me so full of his cock that I see stars.
“Oh!”
He does it again, and my head flops onto his shoulder. His arms band around me and he supports me as he drills my pussy. Having him hold me like this is unexpectedly sweet, and emotion clogs my throat. I want to be able to see him, so I ease back and rest my forehead on his. We move in sync, riding higher, each caress of him inside me driving us to the brink of wildness. We exchange breath and kisses, not taking our eyes off each other as our pleasure crescendos.
It’s intimate. So fucking intimate that I’m tempted to squeeze my eyes shut and deny him this moment of connection because it feels like he can see all the way to my soul. But for some crazy reason, I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, the intensity between us builds along with the pleasure so I see the exact moment his expression becomes raw with need. He hammers into me over and over and I sob as a shiver wracks my body. I come apart in his arms, shuddering and moaning, clinging desperately to the emotional thread that binds us together. My orgasm seems to trigger his. He stiffens and growls, low and dirty, his dick jerking inside of me. On and on it goes and I ride him all the way through it, until his muscles finally loosen and he hugs me tight to his chest.
A strange emotion boils up my throat. I can’t put a name to it, but it seems intrinsically linked with Devon and makes me feel like someone has been digging around in my heart, unearthing everything I’ve ever tried to bury in there.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs in my ear, and gently disengages.
I climb off him and watch as he removes the condom and takes it to the bathroom. A few seconds later, he’s back, and he stretches out on the covers, his glorious body making me tingle all over again.
“Come join me,” he says.
I hover, unsure whether I should dress and leave, but he smooths a hand along my hip and guides me into position beside him. When I lie down, he slings an arm over my waist and kisses the tip of my nose.
“That was so much better than what I had planned for the night.”
“Me too.” I wriggle closer and whisper, “I’m not sure what the protocol is now.”
He rolls his eyes. “There is no protocol. But if you’re saying you don’t know whether to stay or go, then stay. I want you here.”
I want you here.
How often have I heard those words? Not often enough, because they flay me. Although I lived around my fellow fighters and friends at the gym in Thailand, I’ve always been solitary. I keep my own confidence, and I’m usually a take-it-or-leave-it personality. Except for my family, it’s rare for anyone to particularly care if I’m around.
That must be why I kiss his full lips and agree. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
He nuzzles me, and I like it a little too much. Something in the pit of my stomach tells me I’m in a lot of trouble. On top of that, I have to hope Seth won’t notice I’m not home tomorrow morning. He’s an early riser, so I cross my fingers that he’ll assume I’m sleeping late and leave for the gym before he realizes I’m not there. Surely I’m owed that much good luck.
ChapterEleven
Devon
One eye cracks open and the glare of the morning light almost blinds me. The drapes have been opened. I feel around in the bed, but I’m alone. Bolting upright, I’m struck by a realization. I’malone. Did I imagine last night? Did I only dream of falling asleep wrapped around Harley’s lean, perfect body, inhaling the scent of her hair while her languid limbs were tangled in mine?
Surely not.
