His lips close gently around my earlobe, teeth razing my skin, the heat from his breath lighting firecrackers down the expanse of my neck. His fingers curl around the edge of my underwear, pulling them down my hips, lifting me forward slightly so he can get them over my ass. I’m between both of his hot hands and it makes me realize how damned small I am compared to him.
My underwear falls down to my knees, then down to the floor, and I’m naked except for the shirt. He licks his lips and I want to shove those fucking lips down between my legs and hold him there until I come. I swear it won’t take long.
His grip on my hips intensifies. He lifts me up effortlessly, placing my bare ass on the cold counter, and moves forward between my legs, my underwear dangling from one foot.
He places his beautiful hands on either side of my face, holding me in place, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in hard. It’s as if he’s trying to restrain himself, and I want him to let go and unleash it all on me, everything that he has. The furrow between his brows only deepens as he tries to drink me in with his eyes. I’m holding my breath, wanting so much, and he keeps searching me, trying to read me.
Just fucking take me, I want to say. Read this.
My mouth parts.
His eyes drop to my lips.
His gaze burns.
Carnal.
Predatory.
Unwavering.
It’s the flash of light before the bomb hits.
Then it hits.
He pulls my face forward and his lips crash against mine, fevered, crazed and wild. His hands sink into my hair and my hands fumble for the buttons on his shirt. Our mouths are lost to each other in a race, a battle, where both of us win. It’s breathless, desperate. This kiss is nothing like the other kiss—it’s pure molten heat, wet lips and hard pressure, like we’re creating a diamond.
My toes curl.
My heart somersaults.
I’m lost to him.
I’m drowning under the onslaught of his tongue, each hot, torrid stroke inside my mouth making me absolutely drenched.
I wrap my legs around his waist, greedy and eager, and I pull him to me. We both moan into each other’s mouths. He’s as hard as cement and pressing against me in all the right places. With just the slightest movement, the fabric of his pants brushes over my clit and I almost lose my mind.
One hand makes a fist in my hair, tugging at it and making me shiver, while his lips bruise me, our mouths messy and hard, teeth hitting teeth in our uncontrollable need to devour each another.
I’m absolutely rabid for this beautiful man. With his white shirt unbuttoned, I drag my nails over the hard planes of his chest, over the tuft of hair and the expanse of inked art. I reach down to the waistband of his pants and undo the button, while his mouth goes for my neck again, sucking, biting, and I throw my head back to give him better access.
I deftly undo the button and zip down his fly before sliding my hand over his hardness. Holy fuck. He does go commando. The long, heated length of him pulses beneath my palm and he lets out a low, rough growl that vibrates down my spine.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, breathing hard into my neck. “I’m already going to explode.”
“That makes two of us,” I tell him. He’s so fucking huge, and just touching his cock is bringing me to the edge. I don’t know how I’ll survive it inside of me but I’m dying to try.
I wrap my hands around firmer and free it from his pants. I curl forward, glancing down to see. He grows harder, firmer in my hands, the tip dark, flushed, and gleaming. Oh god, I just want to put it in my mouth, all of it, sucking, tasting every inch of him.
At the same time I want him deep inside of me, as far as I can take him, even though he could break me in two.
What a fucking predicament.
I start stroking him, running the precum over his silky hot ridge, pausing at the round and full tip, before going back down again, one hand going further, down over his balls. Lachlan’s got a fair amount of hair on his arms, chest, and treasure trail, so thank god for manscaping. I gently cup his balls in my hand and he shudders against me.
“Oh love,” he says, raspy, sucking in his breath. “Don’t ruin me just yet.”
I bite my lip and smile at the effect I have on him. I want to ruin him and I want him to ruin me. The need, the power, is intoxicating.
He pulls back for a second, watching with a delirious look in his hooded eyes as my hands work him up and down. His scrapes his teeth over his lower lip then slowly looks up at me. “You’ll have to stop that or I’m going to come right here and now,” he warns.
I pause and grip his gorgeous cock tighter. His eyes roll back in his head, and the muscles in his thick neck are corded, straining. “Make me,” I tease.
He grunts and moves back into me, ripping the shirt over my head, causing me to let go. My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and he cups my breast, licking a path to the center. He takes one in his mouth and I’m swept away by the warmth, by the fire-laced nerves that radiate out from me.
“Oh god,” I cry out softly.
He makes a noise of agreement against my breast, causing more nerves to incinerate. He slips his hand below, sliding it over my clit which is slick as sin.
“You’re fucking soaked” he says huskily before taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling slightly. “I knew you’d have a greedy little pussy.”
I moan, trying to tell him that it was pretty obvious that I did, but my words are ripped from my mouth as he pushes one big finger inside of me, the roughness igniting my screamingly sensitive skin. The heavy penetration seems to roll through me and I automatically jerk my hips forward, bringing his finger further inside.
He makes a low, guttural sound and pulls out slowly before adding another finger. I bite my lip to keep from yelling his name as he expertly slides his fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.
“Fuck,” I moan, my mouth open and gasping as my senses are nearly blinded.
“That’s coming,” he says before flicking my nipple with his tongue. “And so are you.” He pulls his fingers out and then pushes three in and I’m breathless and shaking. Crazed. His fingers are so thick, it’s nearly unbearable. It’s the size of an average cock, and from the way he plunges them in and out, he works them like one, too.
His thumb brushes over my clit and I’m seconds from losing my mind, from losing everything.
“Wait,” I cry out desperately. “Please. Not yet, not yet. I want to come around your cock. I want you to feel me squeeze you as I come.”
He pauses and lifts his thumb away. He takes his mouth away from my breast, his beard wet with moisture as his heavy eyes gaze at me. “I plan on making you come all night long, love.”
I’m breathing hard, my hand going to the back of his thick neck that’s already damp with sweat. “The first time I want you inside me. As deep and hard and fast as you can go. Fuck me into oblivion. Then make me come again and again and again after that.”
“So fucking greedy,” he mutters. He shakes his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his glistening lips. “You’re going to bring me to my knees, aren’t you, gorgeous?”
“I’ll be on my knees first,” I say, leaning forward and grabbing his lower lip between my teeth and tugging. “I’m going to put your massive, swollen cock in my mouth and suck you off until you don’t know your own name.”
“Jesus,” he curses roughly, the heat in his green eyes growing hotter. “Fucking little dirty talker you are.”
I bring my mouth to the soft spot where his jaw meets his neck, the stubble brushing against my bruised lips. “Give me dirty and I’ll keep talking.”
“You may regret saying that,” he says between moans as I suck at his neck. “I’ve got a lot to give.”
It occurs to me that he’s talking far more now than he was before. If my strong, silent beast turns into a filthy blabbermouth in the bedroom, there will be no complaints from me.
He pulls back slightly and reaches into his pocket, his pants slung low on his hips, his throbbing cock beating against me in time with his heart. He pulls out a condom. The foil crinkles as he tears it open, and for a moment I wonder if he’d always planned to see me tonight.