Page 105 of Wild Eyes
I can see the question in his eyes. Asking if this is okay, if this feels good. Since day one, we’ve connected on a plane beyond words. It’s all always been in his eyes.
“West…yes.”
His jaw pops and a sheen of sweat dots his forehead, but he never looks away.
He fucks me like I’m his. His dream. His obsession.
He fucks me like he’s my biggest fan, and I finally understand what he meant.
And it has nothing to do with fame or music.
The thrusts come harder, and my hands go slick against the silver paint as I struggle to keep my bearings.
“You take it so well, Sky.” His finger moves in steady, firm circles and his cock presses so deep inside me, I know I’ll be feeling it for days. “Eyes on me. Pretty, little pussy leaking down your thigh. Fucking love it, don’t you?”
Fuck. My teeth bear down on my bottom lip as I give him an eager nod. “Yes. Yes.” I gasp out the words as he fucks me harder, my body shaking with the force. “I fucking love it.”
He smirks at me.
He smirks at me whilehe’s fucking me. Confident and sure and pleased. It sets me off, and the friction of him against my walls becomes nothing more than sensuous torture. The heavywall of his body at my back, deeply protective. And the strum of his fingers on my clit, my undoing.
“West, I’m gonna…Fuck, West.”
My body spasms as my orgasm hits me like a train. Dropping my body to the truck is the only thing that keeps me from melting to the ground. My breasts ache against the hood, and even that warm pressure feels amazing. My back seizes, hips pushing back, as though my body wants to feel him deeper. I’m quite sure my nails leave marks in the paint. My vision goes white and hazy before my lashes fall down.
His fingers strum again on my oversensitive clit and my whole body shakes.
“Fucking beautiful” filters in as he draws his hand away, hiking my leg up higher and spreading me where I’m collapsed to give himself a better angle.
And I don’t resist. I soak up the feel of his body inside of mine. The closeness. The affection in every touch, every thrust—no matter how rough.
His thighs slap against my bare ass as he takes me, fast and frantic and unforgiving. It’s delicious in every way. His hands. The noises he makes.
I might may be the one prone and bent over, but I know he’s the one on his knees for me. Bringing him to this point—making him feel this pleasure—it’s rewarding in a way I’ve never known.
“Sky, fuck. You should see how good we look together.”
I clench and moan as his thrusts turn slow but demanding. Primal. He stiffens around me, and his fingers grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he bottoms out and erupts.
His cock pulses inside me in the same rhythm as his fingers against my skin. I find myself wishing there was no barrier between us. That I could feelhim. His cum dripping down my leg along with my own. I’ve never had that, but I want it with him.
It hits me all at once that I inexplicably want so much with him.
A shiver races down my spine as his hard, warm body collapses over mine under the blue sky. A shield—a comfort blanket—just like the first day we met.
Our breathing comes out ragged, and we say nothing as we both catch our breath. His hand massages the thigh of the leg he’s now returned to vertical, like he knows I’ll be sore from that position.
West nuzzles his nose against my sweat-slicked neck, and his mouth paints a line of soft kisses down my spine. His stubble rasps and gooseflesh dots my body even in the wake of the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had.
“How many, Skylar?”
“Two,” I breathe, amusement weaving its way into my tone. “I’ve never had two in a row.”
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” The words dance out across my damp skin and make me smile. “Best sex of my life.”
“I just laid here. You did all the work.”
His deep, comforting laugh rumbles against my back. “It’s okay. I’ll make you get on top for number three. I wanna suck on those perfect tits while you ride my cock.”
