Page 17 of Out of Control

We move down the hallway in fumbles and laughter, but never quite breaking from each other’s touch. It’s as if we’ve wanted each other forever and now that we have each other, we’re not letting go.

But we haven’t. It’s been me staring after him in the garage. Him staring at me at this festival. And yet . . . there’s an intensity to our lust-driven frenzy that makes this feel like so much more.

We stop midstride, my fingers are threaded through his hair, and his smile is spreading against my lips.

“The bed, Bellissima, or the wall is going to get tested.”

“As long as it’s good and hard, I don’t care where it happens.”

“Oh, it’s hard all right.” He chuckles and then I smother the sound with my own kiss.

Our bodies move together, as if drawn by an unseen force. His step forward is my step back. His head tilt to the left is mine to the right. His moan is my groan.

His heart races a thundering staccato beneath my fingers, a wild, erratic beat that matches my own.

I pull my cropped T-shirt over my head as he does the same to his.

I’m rewarded with a guttural groan as he takes in my bare breasts and the tightened buds of my nipples.

“Christ, woman.” He dips and closes his lips around one. I’m assaulted with the warmth of his tongue and the adeptness of the pleasing pressure he adds as he sucks.

He looks up at me, amber eyes heavy with desire, one hand cupping one breast, and his lips releasing the suction on my other. My body convulses involuntarily as the sensation creates a mainline straight to my core. “What does it for you, sweet Sofia? What’s your thing? Do you like your nipples sucked? Your pussy finger fucked? Your clit licked? Your ass played with? My cock hitting that perfect spot inside?” He moves to the other nipple and draws it into his mouth, his tongue circling around it. If he keeps that up, I just might come right now. “What is it that gets you off?”

“How about all of the above?” I chuckle. Then moan.

He slides one hand up my bare back and the other one inside the waistband of his now unzipped jeans. His growl echoes as he frees his cock and strokes it. It’s my turn to admire now. It’s my mouth that’s watering at the sight of its beauty.

I shove his pants down even farther and encircle his cock with my hand. It’s silky smooth and incredibly hard, and all I can think about is having him in me. Pleasing me. Teasing me. Owning me.

I’m not a casual sex kind of girl. My sex life is active enough, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man more.

It’s the whole package of him. The strong shoulders. The trim waist. The corded muscles beneath. The thick cock framed by strong thighs. His rough, cut jaw and his kissable lips.

The forbidden.

And I already know about his dirty mouth.

Oliver Rossi is most definitely an incredible package in all senses of the word.

“I love your eyes on me, but Bellissima, I want them on me while I’m in you.” He lifts his eyebrows and then his lips find mine again. It’s with a renewed hunger and an edge of desperation.

I feel both too and within seconds, we’re landing squarely on the middle of my bed. His mouth is on me—my lips, my neck, my ear, my breasts. He’s everywhere and nowhere long enough.

I’m all for foreplay. I’m the queen of wanting it. I spoke too soon, saying I want all of the above because right now I don’t care about that. Right now I just want him filling me. Pushing into me with a punishing pace until I detonate in the best kind of way.

His hand delves beneath the lace of my skirt for the first time, and I buck my hips, wanting his touch there. Needing it there.

“Fuck,” he groans as he slides my panties down my legs. “They’re soaked.” He holds them up so I can see the unmistakable dark patch. His smirk is cocky as he shifts to his knees between my thighs.

“You were dancing for me, weren’t you?”

“Or maybe they’re soaked because of him,” I taunt but his flash of a smile says he doesn’t buy the lie I’m trying to sell. I’m okay with it because his hands slide up the outside of my thighs and push my skirt up to my waist.

His hissed inhale when he sees my bare pussy is one of appreciation. With his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and his eyelids heavy with desire, he rolls a condom on his cock.

His eyes remain fixed on his fingers as they slide between my slit and part me. As they dip into my well, the unmistakable sound of him pushing into me, and the slickness of my arousal filling the room.

He watches me with a dedication I can appreciate and with motions that make my body sing.