Page 76 of Web of Lies
"No." His voice drops low as he leans closer, his face so close his warm breath brushes against my cheek. "You did perfectly." The praise rolls off his tongue, his voice dragging out the "R".
I want to snap at him and spit out a sharp remark, but my body betrays me. Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. "Of course I did." I bite out, lifting my chin and daring him to argue. But the second his brown eyes lock onto mine, my confidence falters.
"You're getting better every time you shoot," he murmurs, his words pulling the irritation right out of me. "And you know what else?"
"What?" I swallow the lump blocking my throat, trying to keep my face neutral.
"You look fucking hot doing it."
My eyes widen at his words, and I search his face for a trace of mockery, but there's none. His arm around my waist shifts lower, his palm gripping my ass before he rocks my hips forward, grinding his hard bulge against me. Heat shoots through me, a dizzy flutter spiraling in my stomach as warmth pools low in my core.
"You're out of your mind," I whisper, my voice quivering. My pulse races, and every nerve in my body is caught between protesting and wanting more. Pressing my hand flat against his chest, I twist in his grip to get away.
"I certainly am," he says. Before I can protest again, his lips crash into mine. My eyes flutter shut, the fight bleeding out ofme as I melt into his embrace. The intoxicating taste of smoke, combined with his own, spreads across my tongue.
My hold on the pistol eases until it slips from my grasp and falls to the ground with a muted thud. My instincts take over, and I throw my arms around his shoulders.
His hands move to my ass, and he cups my cheeks in his palms. Then, in one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground. A gasp slips out of me, but my body reacts before my brain does, and I wrap my legs around his hips. Without hesitation, he carries me to the patio table and sweeps everything off of it before setting me down.
"Fuck you," I hiss against his lips, never breaking the kiss. Our tongues clash in a messy push and pull, neither of us giving in. It's a kiss, but it feels like a fight. His teeth bite at my lip while I dig my nails into his shoulders.
"You say that," he mutters, peppering quick kisses against my lips. "But your body tells me a different story."
One of his hands slips under my shirt. His rough fingers trail up my stomach until he cups one of my breasts in his palm. He squeezes hard enough to draw a gasp from deep inside me before flicking his thumb over my piercing. A rush of heat shoots through my body, all the way down to my core. The pad of his thumb rests on my nipple, tugging at the piercing as he rolls it while giving my soft flesh another squeeze.
A moan slips from my throat when our lips brush against each other. Riding the wave of desire, I thrust my hips forward, connecting my core with his. My throbbing pussy brushes against his bulge, pressing against the fabric of his jeans. The rough texture provides the perfect amount of resistance as my clit rubs against it. My head rolls back, and another moan rips from my throat.
In response, a chuckle vibrates in his chest. He tightens his grip on my breast and pinches my nipple harder, sending another shot of arousal straight to my clit.
His hand slips away, grabs the hem of my shirt, and yanks it over my head before tossing it aside. The chilly night air bites my skin, and goosebumps rise in waves across my body. His hungry gaze rakes over my bare chest, but I don't give him time to stare.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and shove it up, craving the sensation of his bare skin against mine. Our hands move in a frenzy, tearing at the rest of our clothes. Kyle rips my shorts and panties down in one swift motion while I fumble with his jeans, pushing them down far enough to free his cock.
Within seconds, he's on top of me again, pinning me to the cold patio table and capturing my lips with his. Our bare chests come together, his hard muscles pressing into my soft curves. My chest heaves against his; every breath is shallow and desperate. A shiver runs down my spine as the underside of his hard cock drags over my swollen clit, the cool bite of his piercings tugging at my folds with every roll of his hips.
A shiver rattles through me as I am caught between the cold night air and the heat of his body caging me in. My thoughts scatter, leaving me with nothing but the taste of his tongue, the edges of the table digging into my back, and the sound of our ragged breaths mingling.
As he rolls his hips back, he wraps his hand around himself. The swollen head of his cock nudges against my opening, catching onto it. Unlike usual, he doesn't tease or drag it out. Instead, with a sudden thrust, he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside me and ripping a cry from the depths of my stomach. Beneath me, the patio table scrapes forward from the impact, but neither of us cares.
Kyle looms over me, his hot, slick chest pressing against mine, and his harsh breath tickling my face. He sets a punishingrhythm, slamming his hips into me with raw force. Every thrust is deep enough to push the air from my lungs. And God, I love it! I love the urgency, the mess, and the way he's not holding back. No careful teasing. No patience. He's just taking me like he needs it as badly as I do. A series of moans tears from my throat as he thrusts inside me, stretching me open with each rough stroke.
"Asshole!" I gasp. The word rolls off my tongue before I can stop it.
"I love it when you insult me," Kyle chuckles. His breath is hot against my ear as his hips snap forward in another harsh thrust that makes the wood beneath us rattle. My arms shoot up and grip the edge of the table, the hard surface digging into my palms.
Each time his hips slam into mine, the wet squelch of him sliding in and out grows louder and messier.
Eventually, he straightens his posture, and one of his hands hooks under my thigh, lifting it until I'm spread wide open for him. The new angle triggers a high-pitched, broken cry from me as he slams deeper inside me. His other hand rests on my stomach before sliding down to find my clit with his thumb. He rolls the swollen bundle of nerves in a ruthless rhythm with his thrusts, and each circle pulls a moan from my throat.
"Fuck, Kyle," I whimper, my voice barely audible over the wet, obscene sounds of his cock thrusting inside me.
"You hear that? It's your pussy sucking me in." His thumb presses against my clit. The sounds are everywhere now: the slick friction of his cock inside me, the lewd slap of skin against skin, and the sharp creak of the table rocking beneath us.
A loud, guttural cry bursts from my throat as an explosive orgasm tears through me. My stomach clenches and spasms, rippling through me as my pussy contracts around him, clinging to his cock. The rush of release blinds my vision, white hot anddizzying, as it washes over me with the same wild force as his thrusts.
"Fuck, Riley," Kyle growls, his rhythm faltering as my pussy pulses around him. His hips stutter against mine, and with one final thrust, he buries himself inside me, releasing a deep, guttural moan. The familiar warmth of him spilling inside me floods my core, flowing through me in hot waves.
For a moment, the only sounds are our gasps and the faint creak of the table beneath us as Kyle lowers himself on top of me. He props his arms against the wood beside my head and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
