Page 54 of Reflex
“Am I being brattish?Maybe you’ll have to discipline me.”
Damn her.Damn it.He drove her none too gently against the wall, jolting her body up against his.She answered with a welcoming groan of pleasure right into his mouth, and melted right into his kiss.The moment she was caught in his arms like that, so desirous, so utterly willing, his damn brain switched to autopilot.He was nothing more than an aching sack of need.
A done for sack of need, when she somehow got her hands between them and released his fly.There was no hiding exactly how much she turned him on at that point.Not when her hand wrapped around him and couldn’t encompass his length.
“Spook Mortensen, I do believe you’re excited to see me after all.”
She stroked him, up from the base, and then down from the tip, driving him out of his flippin’ mind.Every touch was torture, the brightest, purest form of ecstasy and agony entwined.Maybe he ought to just let her.Once he’d come, he’d be better able to reason and resist.If he let the sensations overwhelm him, then it wouldn’t take very much of her stroking him for that to happen.
Do you really want to be the sort of wanker that blows his load and leaves a lady wanting?
“Hands off me.”Spook spun her around so that her nose pressed against the wall.He clamped her wrists high above her head.Not to be thwarted, she pushed back against him and ground her arse against his erection.He’d gone commando, so he was wholly exposed, and she wasn’t wearing much.Just a cute little dress that showed off her curvy figure and long generous legs.“I never gave you permission to unzip me.”
“I was performing a public service – saving you from coming in your jeans.I didn’t want you to get sticky.”
“Very considerate of you.”
“I thought so.Of course, if we’re really looking into not making a mess, then one of those might come in handy.”
Following the incline of her head brought his vision to the strip of condoms.Hell.Fucking.No.
Sadly, that didn’t stop him dancing his hips, so that his cock pressed with sublime ease into the groove of her arse.There was only a thin layer of fabric separating them.He knew how soft her skin was.
There it was; right against his lips, as his mouth rode against the back of her neck.Spook’s nerve-endings tingled with the need for closer contact.He wanted to rub every inch of them together.Skin against skin, and fuck not making a mess.He was going to come all over her.
“Do you have panties on?”he asked, already in the process of transferring his hold on her wrists to one hand, so that he could inch up her skirt.She did, pretty lacy ones that were far too scratchy to stay on.Besides, he wanted her bare.The possibility of a naked Allegra, bent over for him, taking his cock wherever he chose to press it short-circuited his brain.“Take them off.”
Maybe he’d regret this.
He’d probably regret this.
Like he actually fucking cared.
The hit of her perfume teased the pleasure centres in his brain, drove him every bit as wild as the way her arse rubbed incessantly against his cock did.“I want you,” he sighed into the back of her neck.“Do you know what I want to do to you, Allegra Hutton?Have you any fucking clue?”
“It involves fucking me, right?”
“Get those damn knickers off.”
“Um.You do realise we’re in a communal area, right?”
“Does that bother you?”he asked, and felt her stiffen fractionally.“Scared by the possibility that one of my band mates might walk in on us?Or maybe the notion of dear Ronnie seeing you being screwed presses all your buttons?”
“Does it press yours, to perform like that?”she gasped.
“Oh, Allegra.I’ve seen every member of this band naked and fucking, and fucking naked, more times than I can count.I have a photographic record of most of it.I’m not afraid of anybody walking in on us.”That wasn’t quite what she’d asked, but it served as an answer.He’d actually welcome them all filing in to watch.It was good to have a range of perspectives.
“They won’t come back here, though.I mean, why would they?They know we’re talking.Why would they intrude?”
Maybe for the sheer hell of it, or in Xane’s case, to check up on him.
“What do you mean you have a photographic record of it?”
“Exactly that,” he said, drawing his phone from his pocket and taking several shots of them.Well, of him with his hand inside her knickers.“I did warn you that you barely know me.Having doubts?”
“No.I trust you to take care of me.You have every other time.”
Arguing the point would’ve been pointless.He had.Every time they physically met, she managed to drive him to this point, where he stopped listening to all the arguments as to why this was a bad idea, and only heard the song in his veins telling him it was a sure pathway to bliss for them both.
