Page 5 of Devil on Skates
“Yes,” I say.
His hand finds the small of my back, and I let him lead me through the house, away from the music and chaos. We end up in a small room lit only by the moonlight that’s coming through the windows. It’s strangely peaceful and private.
He gently closes the door and turns to me. “We can go back if you’ve changed your mind.”
Him giving me a way out makes me like him more. He’s not some pushy asshole who can’t handle rejection.
“I haven’t,” I say.
He starts toward me, his hands cupping my face as he pushes me against the wall. His mouth crashes against mine, hard and demanding. My lips respond to his, adrenaline surging through me.
Why does it feel like we’ve kissed a thousand times before?
His teeth graze my lower lip, his body crowding mine. As his tongue pushes past my lips, desire pools low in my stomach. He presses himself against me, pinning me against the wall with his strong chest. His fingers dig into my hips, and I can feel his erection poking at me.
He pulls back for a moment, watching me carefully, as if he’s giving me another way out. But I don’t want an out. I want in. All in.
His mouth finds mine again, rougher this time. His lips trail down to my jaw and my neck. As he lightly sucks on my skin, I groan.
Then he yanks my dress and my bra down, tucking them under my breasts. His mouth closes around my nipple, histongue flicking over the hard bud and sending jolts through me. I gasp, my hands slipping into his hair and gripping tightly.
His teeth graze me just enough to make me squirm as he keeps licking and sucking gently. I arch my back, letting out a loud moan, as he switches to the other nipple, his tongue circling and teasing until I’m panting and my whole body is trembling.
Why does this feel so damn good? No one has ever paid this much attention to my body.
He lifts his head, his gaze finding mine, as he pushes my dress up my thighs. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, but as he yanks them down, I hear the material rip.
My breath catches as he lowers himself down to his knees. He grabs my thighs and spreads them apart, and I have to brace myself against the wall to stay up.
His mouth goes directly to my wetness, his tongue finding my clit and flicking against it in such amazing ways that make me suck in a breath, and my hips jerk forward as the throbbing inside me intensifies.
He holds me in place, his grip almost bruising, as his licks become faster. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, as my moans grow louder. He lets out a low growl from the back of his throat, his tongue circling relentlessly until I’m panting for breath.
Where the hell did he learn to do things like this? He’s driving me completely crazy, and I’m flooded with so many sensations that it’s hard to think.
When my orgasm spreads through me, I lean my head against the wall, my whole body pulsating with pleasure.
He pushes himself up, pulling off his shirt, and before I can recover, his mouth collides with mine. I can taste myself on his lips as his hands explore my body. Somehow, I manage to find the zipper of his pants. My hand closes around his hard, thicklength, freeing him. I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.
“Condom?” I whisper.
He searches his pockets and pulls out a wrapper. Once he’s ready, he grabs my thighs, lifting me against the wall with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck. His cock grazes my opening.
“Say you want me inside you,” he says, his voice rough, his eyes intent on mine.
“I want you,” I breathe.
He doesn’t hesitate. He thrusts into me in one hard, deep stroke, making me gasp. I bury my nails into his shoulders, scratching down his back. As he holds me up, his hands gripping my ass and thighs, he pumps into me.
My back slams against the wall with each thrust, but I can’t bring myself to care as I try to meet his rhythm, rolling my hips. Our breaths come out in short, sharp gasps as our bodies crash together.
He buries his face in my neck as he pounds into me harder and faster, his grip on me tightening. A groan tears its way out of his throat as I clench around him, the pressure between us building until it’s ready to explode.
He kisses me again, muffling my cries of pleasure as my release erupts through me and obliterates everything else. A moment later, his body tenses against mine, and he grunts.
We both pant for breath, and I can barely believe he still has the strength to hold me up because I’m totally spent. His gaze lands on mine as my body still throbs and vibrates.
As I stare deep into his eyes, I wonder who this gorgeous stranger who just rocked my world is. If only I could always have a guy like this with me, because our chemistry is undeniable, even though we know nothing about each other.
