Havoc chuckled as he stared up at me. The question was clear on his face. “Darcie?”
“Shut up.” Staring down at him, I climbed onto his lap. Settling myself over his knees with my legs on either side of his hips. My lips found his, at the same time, his hands curled around my hips. Drawing my naked pussy more firmly against his zipper. The toughness of his jeans sent new shockwaves through me.
“No more talk of your brother,” I warned, running my hand through the hair on his jaw. It was rough under my fingers. I had never really been into beards before, but I was now. “I didn’t even give him a second thought.” I waited until he met my eyes. “If I looked guilty, it was because of you.”
Havoc’s blue eyes darkened. “Me? What did I do?”
“You gave me the best orgasm of my life.” My hands slid down his body. Working between our bodies to tug open his jeans. “And I gave you nothing in return.”
“What are you doing, Darcie?” He didn’t make a move to stop me as I freed him from the confines of the denim. My hand curled around the wide base of his cock and my mouth watered at the feel of its velvety smoothness.
Smiling down at him, I moved my hand up and down his shaft slowly, my eyes never leaving his face. I was pretty sure I was making it obvious what I was doing.
“What do you think I’m doing, Havoc?” Shifting my weight, I rubbed his thick member against the wetness of my slit. And the hands on my hips tightened.
“I think you are teasing me,” he mumbled. His lips parted as he watched me.
Throwing my head back, I laughed. Slowly I impaled myself on his swollen cock. The laughter died on my lips as I felt myself begin to stretch, replaced by a moan. “I’m not teasing.” I breathed as I seated myself fully. Pausing for just a second to let my body adjust to him.
“I can tell.” Havoc’s eyes were hooded, but I could feel him watching me from beneath his lashes. “You feel…”
The words died on his lips as I started to move. Slowly at first, my hips gyrating. My eyes never left his face.
“I feel?” I prompted—a smile playing over my face.
“Like fucking heaven.” The hands he had curled around my hips moved. He pulled my head down to his, holding me in place as he plundered my mouth with his tongue. “But you lied.” He thrust his hips upwards. Pushing even further into me.
I couldn’t help it; I moaned against his mouth. He swallowed the sound down greedily.
“I lied?” My movements sped up, sliding up and down his shaft.
“Yes.” Havoc curled one arm around my waist. “You said you weren’t teasing me.” The blue of his eyes darkened.
“I….” The words escaped me as he thrust himself upwards.
“Regretting starting things you can’t finish, Darcie?” His movements were almost punishing. Almost painful, but I shook my head.
“Nope, I don’t regret a thing.” I groaned into the skin of his neck. “Do you?” I already knew the answer to that, but I wanted to ask it anyway.
“God, no. You might regret it, though, Darcie. I’m not a gentle lover.”
Our eyes clashed. A silent challenge going between us.
“Show me what you got, big boy.” I circled my hips, urging him on.
Havoc’s chuckle filled the room as he started to move. One arm encircling my waist as he pounded up into me. And the other gripping my neck so I couldn’t escape his kiss.
Not that I would ever want to escape it. Havoc hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t gentle, but my whole body reacted to his every move. Wetness coated my thighs and the front of his jeans. There was no sound but the sound of our mingled breaths and our sweaty skin slapping together.
“I’m close.” Havoc’s jaw was clenched.
“Me too.” I moaned, leaning back in his arms. I cupped his balls through his jeans.
“Cum for me then, baby.” Redoubling his efforts, he pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit. Rubbing it in hard, sure circles.
Stars exploded behind my closed lids. My thighs spasmed and then locked against his as my orgasm hit.
“Shit.” Havoc’s mouth bit down on my shoulder. “I can feel you clamping around me.” He came with a roar. His hot cum coating my insides like lava, and still, he didn’t stop.
