I curled my fingers around her wrists, and she let out a slow breath as her arms were pulled away from her body, and the dress slipped from her form, pooling to her feet. I stared down at her, gritting my teeth that she was braless. Of course I knew that, had been able to tell, but seeing it had fire licking through my veins.
“I bet all those motherfuckers were looking at you,” I said angrily, pissed that there was no way guys weren’t checking her out. I lifted my gaze to look into her eyes. She was already staring at me. “Never again can you wear something like this out in public, baby.”
She licked her lip. “W-Why?”
Her innocence turned me the fuck on. “Because I’ll kill someone for looking at you, hell, breathing in your fucking direction.”
She shivered after that. I felt the tremor move through her body as I still held her hands. I let her go but was only getting started in touching her.
I ran a palm over her nipple, over and over again, watching her face, seeing how she was trying to not show all the pleasure I gave her, but with each passing second, she failed. The little bead tightened more under my touch, which caused the monster between my legs to jerk viciously.
Her head tipped back slightly, her eyes closing as I alternated between her breasts, my touch gentle despite me wanting to push her further. I latched my mouth onto her arched throat, licking at the pulse that was beating rapidly beneath her ear. She tasted sweet, like honey, smelled clean like the soap she showered with. The tang bathed my tongue in an addicting flavor.
I started pressing my cock against her, a slow and steady roll of my hips into her belly, letting her feel my length. Before I’d brought her to the room, I haphazardly pulled my sweats back up, and now the material was getting on my fucking nerves. I pushed the sweats off of me and kicked them aside, so now we were both naked, save for her little panties still covering her lush pussy.
“Fuck, you see what you do to me, how hard you make me?” I murmured against her throat.
She didn’t say anything, but that sexy little sound that came for her was all I needed—wanted—to hear in response.
She turned her head, and I felt her warm breath skate along my cheek. Before I knew what she was doing, my girl whispered, “I need you, Oli. Touch me.”
Fuck.
I didn’t bother tearing her panties off, just slid my hand between our bodies and under the edge of the material. I slipped my fingers between her silky, soaked folds. She was so wet, her pussy smooth… perfect. A deep groan left me, and I closed my eyes, telling myself over and over again that I had to keep my shit together. I didn't want this to be over before it started, but I could have gotten off, had ropes of my cum covering her belly, just from this alone.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I continued moving my fingers through her slit, teasing her clit, running light circles around her little virgin hole. “You’re so ready for me.” I rubbed her clit again. “How does that feel?”
She cried out softly. “Oli,” she moaned. “It feels so good.” She gripped my bicep, digging her nails into the flesh.
I kissed her like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I wanted to fuck her so badly, wanted to be deep inside her. My pulse pounded in my ears, beads of sweat starting to coat my flesh because of how hot I was getting, how worked up my girl was making me. My arousal was so intense I could get off from looking at her alone.
I couldn’t help but breathe in her scent. Damn, she smelled so fucking good.
I pulled back, and for a second, all I did was stand there, looking my fill of her, and breathing in her scent until it was ingrained in my mind.
So… pure.
Christ, I have to have her.
I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled, groaning at the sweet aroma that clung to her. I moved my lips along her jaw, the tip of my nose now skating along her temple. I moved my lips back down to the corner of her mouth. But I didn’t kiss her, and instead I continued moving my mouth lower, along her neck, and over her exposed collarbones. I had my hand wrapped loosely around her neck, tipped her head to the side more, and licked at her throat.
“Mmm,” I hummed. “So sweet.” I licked her again then pulled back and looked into her face. I smoothed my thumb back and forth over her pulse point beneath her ear, loving that it was beating rapidly. “I’m going to devour you, Bryn.”
“Oh God,” she whispered, clearly unable to keep the words from spilling out.
“I’m going to lick every part of your body, memorize every inch of you.” I moved my mouth back to the corner of hers, and whispered, “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d like me touching, knowing every part of you, sweet girl?” When she nodded, I ran my tongue along her lower lip. I traced her lips with my tongue over and over again. “Do you get turned on watching me fight, seeing me beating the hell out of all those bastards?”
She breathed harder now, her hands on my arms, her nails scoring my skin. “Yes,” Bryn said almost inaudibly.
A shiver worked through my body at her answer. I was protective of her, and it grew every day until I was this tangled mess of aggression and testosterone at the very thought of her in danger, and she was put in harm's way at those underground fights. But I fucking loved knowing she got wet watching me.
“Take the panties off,”
