Page 97 of The Players We Hate
I looked up through my lashes, dragging it out. “You’re shaking. Is it because I’m teasing you… or because you can’t hold back anymore?”
His jaw flexed, but he didn’t pull away. Then he leaned forward, gripping my chin and crushing his mouth to mine.The kiss was hard, almost desperate, and when he finally let go, I was breathless.
I kissed down his throat and across his chest until I reached his stomach. His hands twitched at his sides, caught between holding on and losing control. I lingered, nipping gently, breathing him in, until a sound tore from him—half groan, half surrender.
By the time I worked his jeans open, his breath came ragged. His knuckles were white where he gripped the chair, chest rising and falling hard, his gaze locked on me like he had to memorize every second.
I wrapped my hand around him, flicked my tongue over the tip, and Talon groaned, finally sliding his fingers into my hair.
“Strip for me. Let me play with those pretty nipples while you wrap your lips around me.”
I pulled back for a moment, lifting my shirt over my head, then unclasping my bra before I lost my nerve. His gaze tracked every movement, dark and hungry. When his fingers brushed over my bare skin, circling, teasing, a low moan slipped from me, and the sound made him groan in return.
“Wren,” he rasped, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb stroking across my skin. His voice was rough, almost disbelieving. “You’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts to breathe.”
My eyes fluttered as I glanced up at him. The way he looked at me sent a shiver down me. I took him deeper, my throat tightening around him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as his groan rumbled out low and guttural.
“Christ, look at you. Taking me so fucking good with those lips wrapped around me. Deeper, baby—show me how much you can handle.”
I wrapped my hand around the base, using it to guide myself as I tried to take more of him, sliding my fist with me as I moved up and down his length.
“Your fist on my cock while your mouth works me. Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me.” His grip tightened in my hair, his jaw clenched. “My perfect girl, on her knees. Goddamn, I could watch you like this all night.”
I drove him deep into my throat once more before breaking away, dragging in a sharp, shaky breath.
His voice came rough, almost unsteady. “Touch yourself for me, Wren. Get those jeans open and rub that wet little pussy. I’m not wasting myself in your mouth. I’m gonna come so deep inside you that you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
I fumbled with the button of my jeans, shoving them down just enough to slip my hand into my panties. I’d never touched myself like this before, but I knew the way Talon touched me, the ways that made me come undone. The second my fingers brushed over my clit, heat shot through me, and I tore my mouth from him, my head tipping back as a moan spilled out.
“Get up here. Now.” His tone snapped through me, and I scrambled to my feet.
My jeans were shoved low on my hips, half-off and forgotten. He didn’t wait—his hands were already on me, spinning me until my back pressed to his chest.
“I don’t have a condom,” he growled in my ear. “Want me to stop? Or should I go see if one of the guys has one?”
“I’m on birth control,” I rushed out, needy.
He groaned, his palm gripping my ass hard before his mouth followed, teeth scraping against my skin.
“You sure about that, baby? Because if I sink into you raw, I’m not pulling out.”
A shiver ripped through me, my voice breaking. “Yes. Please. I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
That was all it took. He yanked me onto his lap, twisting me until my back slammed against his chest. His thighs spread under mine, locking me in, and the second the tip of him pressed against me, I didn’t wait. I sank down hard, taking him to the hilt, my breath shattering at the stretch.
Talon’s arms clamped around me—one hand crushing my breast, the other wrapped firm around the front of my throat, holding me in place.
“Fuck, Wren,” he growled in my ear, voice shredded with need. “Feel that? My cock buried in you. You’re made for this. For me.”
A desperate sound tore from me as his hips bucked up, hard and unrelenting.
“Ride me,” he demanded, his teeth scraping my neck. “Work that tight pussy on me. I want to hear how wet you get when I fuck you from underneath.”
Every thrust shook through me, the chair creaking under the force. My head tipped back against his shoulder, a cry ripping from my throat.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped, biting down until I jolted. “Rub that clit while I split you open. I want you squeezing my cock until I can’t hold it anymore.”
Heat spiked under my skin, my body shaking as I obeyed, fingers sliding down until I gasped at the contact.
