what she was getting herself into or how hard he’d use her, but she’d let him. And he’d waited so long to fuck that sweet pussy.
Chapter Five
He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and fought for control. “Not here. You’re too tight. If I fuck you in this position, I’ll hurt you.” He was too far gone to be gentle or to show any technique besides hammering her into the tank. “Let’s go home.”
Good thing they were just a two-minute ride from his place.
“Clothes off,” Cole ordered in a low bark the second they crossed his threshold. His hand was still on the doorknob, and he was already out of his mind. Perfect. Very mature.
Christy backpedaled to the wall, hitting it with a loud thud . His body language was scaring her. And no wonder, because it was scaring him. His muscles were so tense they were about to snap. If his jaw got any tighter, it was going to break.
“What?” she asked, eyes glittering with something akin to fear.
He didn’t bother repeating himself. He locked the door and turned to her. It looked like Ms. Adventurous and Daring was gone. She’d frozen to glacial temperatures on the way home. He should have fucked her when he had the chance.
“You have to tone this down,” Christy told him, her voice pleading.
“This?”
“Yes…this,” she said, gesturing between them with her hand. “These huge lust shock waves coming my way. You have to tone them down. I can barely breathe.”
He came closer, chuckling. “Sorry, sweetheart, I can’t change my response to you. Besides, asking you to get naked is a simple, rather traditional request that shouldn’t faze you. After all, you were the one begging to get fucked on my bike.” In a deserted yet public space. Talk about shock wave. Turning down that sweet ass had cost him ten years of his life—maybe more.
She blushed, embarrassed at his bluntness. So fucking cute.
“Don’t be crude.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, I can’t change that either. I am what I am, and my crudeness is what’s making you pant, babe.”
And she was panting. She might not have realized it, but she was. Short, little pants that sounded damn loud in the quietness of the hallway. Slamming at his cock, actually, making it twitch and throb like a motherfucker.
“I’m not—”
He cupped her neck and dragged her to him, silencing her protests by taking her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his thigh pressed against her legs, forcing them to accommodate him in between. With the wall at her back, she had nowhere to go. Nails digging into his arms, she gave herself to the kiss, and soon that hot pussy of hers was insistently rubbing against him. He wanted so badly to be inside her, bathing in her heat, he was almost shaking from the need.
He trailed his mouth over her throat while he glided his hands from her breasts down to her rib cage, her soft belly, and then around to her behind, squeezing it and lifting her on tiptoes, grinding her against him as she sank her fingers into his hair and parted her legs wider for him. Rolling his cock over her mound, he kissed his way up to her mouth again, greedily swallowing all her choked moans, keeping her quivering body in his embrace.
“I want you, now. Clothes off.”
His dick felt like it was going to burst. Any more of this dry fucking and he was going to lose it and come all over himself.
He yanked her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her pants, and unceremoniously shoved them down. Her breath caught.
“Lose them,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.
She didn’t move, her pants pooling at her feet.
“Here? But—”
“No buts, babe. Now.”
She sputtered something at his high-handed statement, looking affronted. She was so frigging sexy with her hair wild over herself, her face flushed, and her pants at her feet.
He knew he should be gentle, coax and ease her into the intimacy, joke with her until she relaxed, but he was too wound up to pull the smooth routine with her. Besides, he wasn’t
Chapter Five
He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and fought for control. “Not here. You’re too tight. If I fuck you in this position, I’ll hurt you.” He was too far gone to be gentle or to show any technique besides hammering her into the tank. “Let’s go home.”
Good thing they were just a two-minute ride from his place.
“Clothes off,” Cole ordered in a low bark the second they crossed his threshold. His hand was still on the doorknob, and he was already out of his mind. Perfect. Very mature.
Christy backpedaled to the wall, hitting it with a loud thud . His body language was scaring her. And no wonder, because it was scaring him. His muscles were so tense they were about to snap. If his jaw got any tighter, it was going to break.
“What?” she asked, eyes glittering with something akin to fear.
He didn’t bother repeating himself. He locked the door and turned to her. It looked like Ms. Adventurous and Daring was gone. She’d frozen to glacial temperatures on the way home. He should have fucked her when he had the chance.
“You have to tone this down,” Christy told him, her voice pleading.
“This?”
“Yes…this,” she said, gesturing between them with her hand. “These huge lust shock waves coming my way. You have to tone them down. I can barely breathe.”
He came closer, chuckling. “Sorry, sweetheart, I can’t change my response to you. Besides, asking you to get naked is a simple, rather traditional request that shouldn’t faze you. After all, you were the one begging to get fucked on my bike.” In a deserted yet public space. Talk about shock wave. Turning down that sweet ass had cost him ten years of his life—maybe more.
She blushed, embarrassed at his bluntness. So fucking cute.
“Don’t be crude.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, I can’t change that either. I am what I am, and my crudeness is what’s making you pant, babe.”
And she was panting. She might not have realized it, but she was. Short, little pants that sounded damn loud in the quietness of the hallway. Slamming at his cock, actually, making it twitch and throb like a motherfucker.
“I’m not—”
He cupped her neck and dragged her to him, silencing her protests by taking her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his thigh pressed against her legs, forcing them to accommodate him in between. With the wall at her back, she had nowhere to go. Nails digging into his arms, she gave herself to the kiss, and soon that hot pussy of hers was insistently rubbing against him. He wanted so badly to be inside her, bathing in her heat, he was almost shaking from the need.
He trailed his mouth over her throat while he glided his hands from her breasts down to her rib cage, her soft belly, and then around to her behind, squeezing it and lifting her on tiptoes, grinding her against him as she sank her fingers into his hair and parted her legs wider for him. Rolling his cock over her mound, he kissed his way up to her mouth again, greedily swallowing all her choked moans, keeping her quivering body in his embrace.
“I want you, now. Clothes off.”
His dick felt like it was going to burst. Any more of this dry fucking and he was going to lose it and come all over himself.
He yanked her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her pants, and unceremoniously shoved them down. Her breath caught.
“Lose them,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.
She didn’t move, her pants pooling at her feet.
“Here? But—”
“No buts, babe. Now.”
She sputtered something at his high-handed statement, looking affronted. She was so frigging sexy with her hair wild over herself, her face flushed, and her pants at her feet.
He knew he should be gentle, coax and ease her into the intimacy, joke with her until she relaxed, but he was too wound up to pull the smooth routine with her. Besides, he wasn’t
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