Page 7 of Bangin': Knuckles Sexy Bites
As his hands white knuckle the desk, his lips crashing down on me, the large ball of tension inside of me explodes, shattering me into a million pieces and scattering me across the room. His thrusts don’t change tempo, and then he begins to assault my clit, moving back and forth in a franticpace.
“Give it to me again, Jess,” Sanders growls, and I do justthat.
My back arches, touching his sweat-slicked chest as my body thrashes on its own accord. I reach for his shoulders, needing something to hold on to. Inside, I feel him growing as a sound bubbles up from his throat that is so pure and primal as he releases inside ofme.
Then Sanders supports himself on his forearms, while his forehead falls to the desk beside mine. Our breathing is so labored I’m sure, if we were at the doctor’s, they would put oxygen masks on us in a rush. My mind is in such a dazed fog that I just lie there limply. I’m sure, if I had to move at this moment, it wouldn’thappen.
Holy shit. I just fucked Sanders, and it was everything I ever thought it would be. Hell yes! The sad thing is, I guarantee no other man will be able to fill his shoes. I tried keeping my feelings at bay, but who am I kidding? It’sSanders.
I lock all of that down deep, pushing it so far in the recesses of my brain and gut that it won’t show its head again. What he says during sex is different than what it’ll be after the climax hits. That’s the part that scaresme.
“Jess,” he grumbles from where his forehead lies on the desk, with his dick still inside of me andtwitching.
I really don’t want him to talk. I don’t want him to ruin this moment. If he does the “it was great to see ya”thing…
Shut up,Jess.
I clear my throat and remind myself: no emotions. “Yeah?” I answersoftly.
“Come home with me.” It’s not a question, but it takes me a second toanswer.
“Yes,” I whisper as he pulls up and looks down atme.
His eyes are warm and inviting. It’s a way that he’s never looked at me before. He brushes the hair off my sweat-slicked face then sweeps his lips across mine in a ghost of akiss.
“Let’s get dressed. I want you in my bed.” He pulls his dick out of me, and I groan at the loss ofhim.
I lift myself and grab my clothes, putting them on quickly as my thoughts turn to how many other women have been in his bed; not that I have any reason to think or feel this way. I wish I didn’t, but suddenly, I have the urge to go to my placeinstead.
“You want to come to mine instead?” It’s the first real sentence I could form since my last climax, and it comes out way breathier thannormal.
He tugs his shirt on then undoes the band in his hair, making it fall around his face. Damn, he’s sexy. He ties it back up tight, and even though we just got done and he gave me two of the most fantastic orgasms, I can’t help wantingmore.
“No. You’re in my bed. That’s where you’ll be from nowon.”
Huh?
“From now on?” I repeat, confused. Sanders is not a one-woman man, at least he never hasbeen.
He buckles his belt just as I snap my jeans. Then he pulls me to his body before cupping the sides of my face and holding me hostage with hiseyes.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this. How many times I just thought ‘fuck it, I’m going for it.’ Years,Jess.”
I let his words swirl in my head.He’s wanted me?Really?
“You gave me a fucking opening, and I’m not letting you go back on it,” hecontinues.
He presses his lips to mine, and I grab his hair, fearing I may have just fallen down a large hole that I will never get outof.
When he pulls back, I can do nothing but stare at the man in front of me. Is this reallyhappening?
“You got shit to dohere?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the webs. “Uh…” I clear my throat. “I need to go tell everyone I’m headingout.”
“Meet me out front at my bike. You’re on the back of it,” hedemands.
I become giddy. I have ridden with him on his bike a few times, and each time was better than the last, my arms wrapped around his hard body. But it has been years since I’ve been on it withhim.
“I’ll be there,” Ipromise.
He pulls me into him and kisses me before releasing me. Then I run my fingers through my hair. No doubt it looks like I just got fucked really nice and good.Shit.
