I’d dropped my clutch again, and again he picked it up for me, opening it with sure fingers. He extracted my keys, and I showed him which would let us inside. He inserted it, then pressed me into the door again, dragging kisses over my lips, my cheeks and my neck, using his free hand to grab my ass and bring my leg up and around his hips.
“Fuck you,” I said, one last time.
The door opened, and he stopped me from falling into the hall.
7 Damien
Bad, bad, bad, but so fucking good.
Yeah, this was probably going to mess things up, but I was beyond the point of no return with Hazel. She tore at my jacket, her desperation a turn-on I hadn’t anticipated.
Once. We’d done this once before, and I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about that time in the years since.
“Hazel,” I said, against her lips.
She shook her head frantically, fingers fluttering up to touch my hungry mouth. “Have to be quiet.”
“Bedroom.” I tapped the front door shut with my foot, returning my lips to her skin, pressing hot, wet trails down her throat.
Hazel gasped and held back moans, trapping them in her throat to keep from making too much noise.
We stumbled down the dark hall, her fingers working under my jacket then to my shirt buttons. She fumbled, finally popping the first few free, and worked her fingers underneath the cotton. A sigh of pleasure, of satisfaction at the skin-to-skin contact, escaped her quivering mouth.
“Bedroom,” I repeated, dragging my teeth over the soft skin of her throat. “Now.”
She backtracked, opened a door to the right, and stumbled inside. Lights on. Door shut. My fingers on her silk dress. I pulled it up and over, mussing her long, caramel hair. Her pale breasts bounced free, nipples already pink and hard. The slope of her belly led to a single strip of hair trailing down her pussy.
A road for me to follow with mouth and hands.
I slipped my fingers between her legs and found her wet and swollen. My cock throbbed insistently against my pants.
“Fuck, Hazel. Fuck, you’re sexy.” No lies there. Small waist, thick ass, thighs tasty enough to chew on. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and worked her pussy with my fingers, dragging her wetness over her clit.
She gasped and clung to me, tearing at my jacket. She wanted me naked.
“Not yet,” I muttered, and lowered her onto her bed. I was vaguely aware of the white sheets and a blur of pictures on the wall.
She lay on the bed, her eyes blazing hatred and desire, her hair spilling across the pillow like threads of spun sugar.
I stripped off my jacket and tossed it aside then freed myself from the shirt.
Her pupils dilated, and she bit her bottom lip, tracing my abs with her gaze. She lingered on the tattoos arcing over my shoulder and left pec, squirming, her legs kicking out.
I lay on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head, and feasted on the soft skin on the underside of her chin. I devoured her neck next, palming her breasts, pressing them together and moving down her body to suck them into my mouth.
She gasped and shuddered. “Stop teasing me.”
“Quiet,” I grunted and nipped her precious skin.
“I can’t.”
“You’re going to be good and quiet, Hazel, and you’ll do as I say. I’m going to take you to the edge and bring you back again before I let you come. And if you scream...” I scraped my stubble over her sensitive skin.
She trembled. “Please. I want you inside me.” She colored, her hands escaping my grasp. She brought them to her face.
“Don’t cover yourself,” I said. “Your face is perfect, Hazel.”
She showed me her pink cheeks, her eyes, hazy with desire.
“Good.” I licked and kissed a path down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her shallow belly button and drawing goosebumps from her skin. I toyed with her, suckling on her hips and then the insides of her thighs, wetting her everywhere except for her mound until she was dripping so much she’d already wet the sheets.
She’d never forget tonight. I’d make sure of it. It would haunt her fantasies, her dreams, and her days for the rest of her life. She would know that I’d claimed her utterly and that no man could ever measure up.
“Please,” she whispered.
I parted her legs and found her swollen and waiting. A finger spread across her clit brought her hand to her mouth. She bit down on the back of it, lifting herself slightly, her breasts shaking, her body practically fucking singing for me.
She’d shucked off fear and hesitation and was totally free. The demand for pleasure leaked from every pore, and I was more than happy to oblige.
I slipped two fingers inside her and brought my lips to her clit.
She whined.
I flicked my tongue over her. “Quiet, Hazel.”
She nodded frantically, her mouth still covering lips that were red and raw from our kissing.
“Stay quiet, and I won’t stop.” A threat and a promise.
Another nod, glittering emerald eyes wide.
I sucked on her, making noises that drove me crazy, pressing my fingers in and out of her, finding the rhythm that brought the most tremors, the most gasps and head tosses. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her face, noises escaping her throat.
When she got too loud, I stopped, and she’d fall as quiet as the grave.
The pillow fell away, and her expression grew wild. She grabbed the top of my head, gyrating her pussy against my tongue. She threw her head back, her mouth dropping open, her throat working around a silent scream.
Her heat closed around my fingers, massaging as she reached that peak. She came down on the other side gasping for breath.
Before she could think, I stripped off my pants, bringing my cock out, thick and heavy in my hand. I fished a condom out
