Page 45 of Avoiding Temptation
“Fuck,” he moans when he gets a look at the small black thong I’m wearing. It’s a little different to the boring pair of knickers I had on the last time.
With his hands on my arse, he lifts me and presses me back against the wall. My arms wrap around his shoulders as I seek out his lips once again.
His length presses against my core, and the ball of need that’s already consuming me starts to grow even more insistent. I’ve never experienced sex like this before. Like if we don’t have each other right now and sate the desire running through us, then we might explode. I thought this kind of need and passion was something that only existed in movies and romance novels.
Joe’s tongue delves deep into my mouth, exploring like he can’t possibly live another second without discovering every inch.
Somehow, he manages to slip his hand between us, undo his fly and release his cock.
“Fuck, Joe,” I moan when he rubs the head against the damp fabric covering me. My muscles tense and ripple, needing something to grip onto, something to fill me and give me everything I need.
“I’ve been tested. I’m clean. I want to feel all of you.”
My head falls back against the wall with a thud. Joe’s tongue licks up the column of my neck as he waits for my answer. It’s not that I need to think about it…more that I need my brain to function to be able to form the correct words.
“I’m…” His tongue swirls around the outside of my ear and I lose all concentration. “I’m on the pill.”
Taking that as my confirmation, the fabric of my thong is immediately pulled to the side, and he pushes himself into my wetness.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, pushing the head of his cock just inside me, teasing me.
My muscles try to grip onto him to drag him deeper to get what I need. My heels dig hard into his arse, trying to get him to thrust, and he chuckles.
“What do you need, Quinn?”
“You,” I moan, arching my back and shamelessly thrusting my leather covered chest at him.
“How? How do you want me?”
My cheeks heat more than they already are, knowing that he wants me to spell it out for him. But if it’s what it takes to feel him pressing inside me, I’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear.
“I want your cock inside me. So fucking deep my eyes cross,” I add as his pupils dilate until they’re almost totally black when the word ‘cock’ falls from my mouth.
“Gonna. Kill. Me.” His words are barely loud enough for me to make out.
My lips turn up in a triumphant smile. I’ve never had a man at my mercy like this before, and the power it gives me makes me feel invincible.
My elation is soon pushed aside as Joe thrusts his hips, simultaneously dropping me a little lower down the wall so he fills me in one swift move.
I cry out at the sudden invasion, my body stretching almost to the point of pain to accommodate him.
“Fuuuuck,” he hisses, slamming his palm down against the wall beside my head. His muscles are pulled tight, and I know he’s trying to give me a minute to adjust, but he’s dying to move.
Moving my head from the wall, I let my lips brush his ear. “Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me until the only thing I can think about is you. Make everything else go away.”
“Motherfucking shit. Where have you been all my life?”
I assume it’s a rhetorical question. His fingers tangle in my hair and my head’s pulled back so he can slam his lips down on mine.
His hips find their rhythm and, before long, we’re forced to break our kiss so we can both suck in some much-needed air.
My head hits the wall, but if it hurts I don’t feel it. The only thing I can focus on is the building tension radiating from my core that’s sure to rock my world when it explodes.
“So tight. So wet. So fucking good,” Joe chants against the hot skin of my neck as he ups the pace, chasing both of our releases. “Fuck, Quinn. Fuuuuuck,” he roars so loud that I’ve no doubt the rooms either side of us heard, but I don’t care. All I care about is the twitch of his cock inside me and the hot spurts of his cum that set off my own mind-blowing release. My muscles clamp down around him as fireworks shoot off around me. My body takes on a life of its own as it twitches and convulses, the pleasure he’s caused seemingly endless and so fucking needed.
Our chests are heaving and our skin’s covered in a sheen of sweat when Joe pulls out of me and drops my legs to the floor.
“Turn,” he demands.
