Page 26 of The Silence of Monsters

Her tongue swirled and slicked along every inch she could take into her mouth. Her fist slid along the damp skin, creating a new sensation that made my nerve endings tingle. When the head of my erection hit her soft palate and she swallowed, I forgot I was trying to maintain control and keep a fragment of decorum. I used my grip on her hair to pull her closer and force farther into the heated cavern surrounding me. Channing gave a slight whimper. It was hard to tell if the sound was protest or pleasure.

Her eyes glimmered, and the way her face flushed, it seemed like she liked it. The hand wrapped around the base of my cock tightened, and I hissed when I felt the point of her fingernail trail along the thick vein that pulsed on the underside of my erection. The tip pressed at the back of her throat dripped uncontrollably in response. I was like a toy she was playing with. Channing knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, when to swallow. I reacted to whatever she did effortlessly.

For the first time in a long time, I was able to shut out everything else and focus on one single thing.

Channing Harvey.

My entire world narrowed to her and how she made me feel.

At this moment, I didn’t feel like the CEO of Halliday Inc. I didn’t feel as though I was Colette Halliday’s son.

I felt like a man. A man who desperately needed to lose himself inside of the woman in front of him. There were no checks and balances between me and Channing at the moment. If there were, I would be lacking.

I let out a faint sound as Channing’s free hand skimmed across her full breasts. Her pebbled nipples were a perfect princess pink that darkened when her fingers toyed with them. The freckles I’d never noticed before looked like a tiny galaxy spread across her creamy skin. I wanted to kiss all of them and get her puckered nipples between my teeth. When I felt the edge of her teeth against my straining cock, I abruptly pulled away from her mouth. Her lips were wet and puffy. Her eyes were wide and glassy.

She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I hoisted her up and pushed her back toward the bed. She watched me kick off my pants and lean over to fetch a condom from the bedside table. While I slid the latex down the length of my dick, Channing continued to move her hands over her body. One hand caressed her breasts while the other disappeared between her legs. She moaned loudly, and I could see that her fingers were glistening and wet. If there was anything hotter than knowing that a woman got hot while sucking off her partner, I didn’t have a clue what it was.

I stepped between her legs and bent to lick the peak of the nipple trapped between her playful fingers. I put one hand next to her head to brace my weight and used the other to wrap one of her legs around my waist. When her heel dug into my ass, I pressed my hips forward and felt the back of her fingers and her heat as I aligned my cock with her entrance.

I switched my attention to her other breast and pulled a full nipple into my mouth. I used my tongue and teeth to tease the tiny bud into a rigid peak and brushed my erection against her moving fingers. When Channing gasped for breath, I lifted my head to kiss her.

Her lips were a touch swollen and tender from my relentless onslaught of kisses in the back of the limo. Channing was the only woman I’d ever sloppily made out with. The only woman I’d kissed in a hungry, desperate way. I should be ashamed of how needy I was becoming around her. Instead, I reveled in it.

I wasn’t a man who knew what it was like to need something. It was novel. And it was enlightening.

I dropped a barely there kiss on her parted lips and asked, “Are you going to let me in?”

I could shove myself inside of her with no tact, the way I invaded the rest of her life. But here, I needed her explicit agreement. I had no qualms about taking anything else, but it was necessary for us to share this defining moment. It was explicitly different from all the ways I’d ever felt.

Rather than giving me an answer, Channing grasped my waiting cock. She guided the tip into her wet entrance. All it took was a slight thrust, and I was buried deep inside of her. We both moaned and her back arched off the bed.

“Win.”

“Channing.”

The names burst out simultaneously. Our eyes locked. She shuddered while I stiffened.

What was in a name?

Turns out, a lot.

We couldn’t hide from one another behind throwaway nicknames. We were just two people trying to get as close as possible, searching for something that would fill in a few of the missing pieces they shared.

At first, I took things easy, moving within her nice and slow. Every clench of her body, every shaky breath, went straight to my head. The wetter she became and the noisier she got, the faster I moved. The kisses we shared were enough to bruise our lips, but the pain made the pleasure clearer. When she moved her fingers back to her body to stroke and fondle her clit, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I released the breast that was cupped in my palm and shifted my grasp to the back of her thigh. Her muscles tensed when I stood and pulled her close to the edge of the bed so I could move more freely. She made a little sound each time I pulled back and thrust forward. Channing tossed her head from side to side and closed her eyes as her body started to flutter and pulse around mine.

I liked the way her fingers felt when they rode along the top of my dick as she continued to touch herself while I hammered into her like I’d turned into a feral beast. Her chest heaved and her entire body turned a rosy pink. When she moaned my name and I felt her release rush around my body, I lost the last remnants of my control. It was honestly a miracle I’d lasted this long considering I’d been semi-hard since our tryst in the bathroom. My fingers dug into her flesh, and her name tripped off my tongue as if it were the only word I knew how to speak.

Pure pleasure spread from the lowest part of my spine and blazed throughout my body. My vision blurred for a heated moment, and my lungs ceased working. I felt her everywhere. Even in places I was certain were long, cold and numb — like my heart. I fully let myself go and surrendered to every fiery, foreign sensation. I’d never felt less like a Halliday in my life; I would never give up this feeling of freedom and release.

I was deeply relieved that I’d tied her to me for the next two years.

I had plenty of time to figure my feelings out and make hers change.

After all, I was trained by the best to be one persuasive son of a bitch.

Channing

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