“I’m the only one who gets to.”
My mouth slammed down on hers, our hunger already forgoing all the things we needed to discuss, my mind on one thought. I needed to be inside her more than I needed to breathe.
“Let’s get you clean so I can get you dirty all over again.” I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I took us down the hall to the bathroom, stripping her clothes along the way, not caring who might be walking by.
My mouth never leaving hers, I stumbled into the bathroom, ramming her spine into the wall as I reached back for the door.
“Leave it open.” She pulled away, her hands fumbling on my zipper.
“What?”
“I want everyone to watch. To hear us.” She pushed my pants down, a mischievous smile on her lips. “To experience and envy every time you push deeper inside me, making me scream.”
Air caught in my chest, my cock becoming so hard my eyes watered. I was very much into being both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. Before, I would be fine with whoever was watching or joining in. Now, a rage ignited in my chest at the thought of anyone else touching her, being the reason she cried out.
Fuck. No.
But them watching me touch her, hear her scream my name… fuck yes.
A groan worked up the back of my throat. I set her down, and we frantically kicked out of our boots, tearing at our clothes. My cock throbbed as I turned on the water, both of us unableto stop touching each other as we stepped under the cold spray, not waiting for it to heat up.
I could hear people coming down the hall as I slammed her back into the tile, my mouth covering hers, the curtain wide open.
A small gasp sounded from someone in the hall, their feet stopping as they came upon us. Adrenaline sang in my veins, my fingers sliding down her torso, parting her legs, and sliding into her pussy.
“Ash…” She tipped her head back.
“Put your leg onto the side of the tub. Let them see what I get to have,” I ordered. Heat danced in her eyes as she did what I said, opening wide and putting herself on full display for our viewers.
Dropping to my knees, I dragged my lips down her stomach to her inner thighs, feeling the extra attention turn me on even more. Except the moment my tongue slid into her pussy, all I could think of was her.
When the fuck did this happen? I couldn’t even recall exactly when things flipped on me. When I no longer yearned for death, but for life with her.
Her nails raked through my hair, her hips fucking my face, the taste of her smearing over my tongue. When did she become home?
I learned young that home did not mean blood ties, nor did it insinuate a place. It was where I found family. Only a handful of people actually were at that level, a place where I let down my guard. To be myself.
Somewhere along the way, Raven found her way under my skin, burrowing into my bones. Making me feel something I thought myself incapable of. It pissed me off that I couldn’t fight it, especially knowing this couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t live in her world, nor could she stay in mine.
“Ash!” Raven’s moans were mixed with others, the hallway sounding slightly more crowded, our energy luring them to us. “I need you inside me.” She yanked my head back, pulling at my hair. “Now.”
I licked at the wetness covering my mouth, and when I saw the red flicker in her eyes, I knew she was on the cusp. I climbed to my feet, gripping her hips.
“Watch them respond to the way I fuck you.” I huskily spoke in her ear before twisting her to face the open door. “Grab onto the rim.”
She leaned over, her grip wrapping around the lip of the tub. My hands slid over her ass, spanking it.
She jerked, a sound puffing from her lips, her excitement sliding down her leg.
I spanked her again, her back bowing, her groans louder. “Please…”
My need was so desperate I couldn’t even pretend to torture her any longer. Widening her legs, I bent her over further. Clutching her throat, I held her in place, thrusting deep into her.
Raven’s howls echoed in the room as I pushed in all the way, her legs dipping as I bottomed out.
“Fuuuuck!” My body tingled, dots forming in my vision, and I pulled out enough to plunge back in. This time, no actual words came out, just belligerent sounds choking out of my throat. The sensation of being inside her hit even harder than before, as if each time she sank deeper into me, intensifying the pleasure until she was so much a part of me, I would never come back. The fear of her power over me, of the damage we were lying down in front of us, burned in my lungs.
But my desire to let go, to fully jump in, had me railing Raven harder.