His body wasn’t pretty, clearly not made in a gym. The silvery raised scars littering his skin told a tale of trauma that dared anyone to call him soft. Over his heart, he had a tattoo, but with the angle and the lighting, I couldn’t make out what it said, just that it was there. There was another on his right shoulder, but it was obscured by shadows too.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his tactical pants, I leaned up to get a better view but was immediately distracted by the thick, rigid length pinned against his thigh. Transfixed, I stared, teeth sinking into the flesh of my lower lip. I tried to imagine him tunneling inside me.
It had been a while since I’d had anyone. And never anyone of his size.
Anxious to get a look at him bare, my fingers slid to theclosure on his pants, trembling and aching, trying and failing to get them open.
It must have showed on my face because his deep chuckle rolled overhead, a hero announcing his villain era, as he brushed my hands away, shoving everything down with one motion. Up until then, I didn’t think I truly understood the meaning of erotic until setting eyes on the long, thick length jutting off his body, practically flaunting the authority it wielded.
It promised to both ruin and electrify me, and I couldn’t decide which one sounded better, but I wasall into find out, even if he had to rearrange my guts in the process.
“You want me to stop now?” he asked, his voice wreaking havoc on my already annihilated inhibitions.
“No.”
“Arms up.”
I raised them instantly, allowing him to strip the shirt off my body and push me down onto the mattress. The sheets were soft and cool against my fiery skin, making a shiver chase itself down my spine. He ducked his head, and I arched in welcome, his lips branding the delicate skin there like fire, searing me all the way to bone. I whimpered, and he latched on, sucking until my world was tilted and I was grappling at his waist to get him closer. Our bare chests met, and I hissed at the feel of his skin on mine. Confident fingers grasped my chin, pulling my face down to sweep his tongue inside my mouth before breaking free to kiss across my chest, over every inch of me, until I was quivering with need.
The front of my underwear was wet, the fabric sticky and restrictive. I squirmed and lifted my hips. The sharp edge ofhis teeth sank into the waistband, pulling the fabric away from my body so his fingers could delve into my curls.
I jolted when the waistband snapped back against my skin. But he shushed me smoothly, already pulling the fabric off me completely and discarding it somewhere out of the way.
I wasn’t nearly as impressive as him, but the look on his face didn’t show it, nor the reverent way his hands covered my thighs, pinning them open on the bed so he could slide down over my weeping cock with a single glide.
I fell back against the bed, back arching as he took me all the way in, the warm compression of his throat making all my muscles quake.
“Oh god,” I moaned, half out of my head.
My wet dick smacked against my lower belly, and his dark eyes blazed a trail up my chest. “God’s not here.”
“I’d rather have you,” I rasped.
“Ooh, good answer,” he said, grabbing my legs and flipping me onto my stomach, peeling my cheeks apart and unabashedly licking up my crack, tongue dragging roughly over my sensitive hole.
I bucked and cried out, which made him pin me down and do it again. And again.
Growing desperate, I wiggled until I was on my knees, chest against the bed. Vulnerability wasn’t even a thought until his thumb tested the pliancy of my hole. Burying my face into a pillow, I whimpered, anticipating the feeling of him pushing inside.
But he didn’t keep going, instead adding his other thumb so they could simultaneously massage my rim. “You’re safewith me, Pip.”
I believed him. In my whole life, I’d never been safer with anyone.
So when his tongue joined his fingers, my body relented, softening until I was his for the taking. When he pulled back, I collapsed on the bed, already panting and damp with sweat. The rustle of his clothes plus the crinkle of some sort of packet made me whine.
“Hurry.”
“Careful. I’m dangerously close to losing control.”
His words only made me whine more.
The mattress dipped when he came over me again, and I tensed, expecting a cold slide against my ass, maybe even an abrupt intrusion. So I was caught off guard when I felt his lips brush across my shoulder and his warm chest blanketing my back. Body going boneless, I turned my head and sighed, eyes open but too far consumed in bliss to see.
His long, capable fingers glided into my hair to massage my scalp, and he left a trail of wet kisses down my spine.
Once more, a rush of vulnerability washed over me, and I ducked my face into the pillow. Breath whooshed out of my lungs when he flipped me onto my back in one smooth movement, and I was left blinking up at the man who blended so well into shadows it was as if darkness itself had formed him.
But not even darkness could hide the black glitter shimmering in his eyes and the way his attention was solely focused on me. It was overwhelming, and my lashes swept down only to pop wide when a slick-coated finger pushed into my body.
