Page 65 of Head Over Wheels

‘Yes,’ she replied, her voice breathy and high.

Kicking off my tracksuit bottoms and underwear, I dragged my T-shirt off in one motion, desperate to feel her skin against me. I stripped off her jeans like a madman, nipping at the swell of one buttock as I came back up, just because I knew she’d squeal and I couldn’t resist. Her sweatshirt and her T-shirt followed, although I managed to be gentle as I tugged them over her bad shoulder.

Then she leaned against me, her back flush with my chest, and I wrapped my arms tight around her, one palm sliding up to her breast. Her hair tickled my nose and she arched against me. I wanted to soak her up, drink her in, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the cartilage of her ear.

‘Ungh, yes! Ohhh, Seb,’ she groaned, going up onto her tip-toes and wriggling until my cock slipped between her thighs, and then releasing a full-throated moan.

I grabbed her hips and stroked against her, panting, moisture coating my cock. It was a perfect notch in her body and I could have fucked her like that, bending my knees until I made contact with her sensitive clit, but she opened her mouth and then it was her words making me pant.

‘I want it deep. Need you, Seb.’ When she dropped her hand to the bed and gasped, grinding against me, I was so far gone I wasn’t sure I was ever coming back.

The scars on her back showed in stark relief in the light of the lamp. Shadows stroked the subtle curve of her hipsand the muscles in her shoulders. As I brushed my fingertips over her skin, exploring and admiring the strength of her with my jaw hanging open, the vulnerability of her struck me too.

She might not like showing vulnerability on the road – or even in her own family – but she was bare in front of me, inviting me to take pleasure in her body. I hoped she understood how beautiful she was with her fight on show alongside her softness.

As I pressed my lips to the puckered skin up the middle of her back, she stilled, but I didn’t linger long after honouring her scars, crowding her body with mine and nuzzling her neck until she shuddered.

All for me…I knew Lori’s life was complex, but all of the obstacles fled to the back of my mind, leaving only this beautiful woman who made my body ache – my chest – with everything she did.

Opening my mouth, I bit down – hard – on her nape, drawing a delicate whine from her lips. As she panted and groaned – or was that me? – I drew up and slipped the first inch of my cock into her slick body.

With an inarticulate sound from her throat, her arm buckled and we tumbled onto the bed. Landing heavily on top of her, I shoved the rest of the way in with a grunt, choked by the flood of sensations rippling through me. Gripped by the need to pump, I tried to slow things down, be gentler with her, but she was a live wire beneath me, pushing back and clawing the sheets and gasping, ‘Harder!’

‘I should be worshipping you, Lore,’ I grunted into her ear with another thrust. ‘You are so beautiful right now.’

‘I don’t want to be worshipped,’ she panted as I bottomed out again. Hitching her hips up until she was on her knees, I held onto her thighs as I let loose, thrusting into her over and over again. Dropping one hand, I circled her clit, making her cry out, belatedly muffling the sound in the sheets. ‘Don’t stop!’ she whined.

I soaked up all her frantic cries, her restless squirming.

‘Yessss,’ she said on a long breath.

‘You don’t want me to worship you,’ I repeated, grasping the last strands of rational thought as I melted further into her, into the heat of this furious coupling. ‘You want me to fuck you.’

Lori

Wow, when he’d said ‘real sex’, he’d meant reallyreal. I was raw under his touch – intensely myself and painfully exposed.

‘Ye-es,’ I managed to answer him. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me feel something –everything.

As the sheets upbraided my cheek with every thrust, I struggled to keep a hold of my thoughts, which seemed to detach and float somewhere outside my body. I was consumed by sensation, by the need to follow this frantic act through to its conclusion – both physically and emotionally, whatever that meant.

‘I want you to fuck me, to do whatever you want to me,’I panted, squealing when his teeth found the side of my neck and then he pressed an uncoordinated kiss there, slipping up to my ear. ‘I want you to lose control,’ I said on a gasp. ‘Let everything out on me.’

‘Lose control?’ he repeated on a huff. ‘If I had any control where you’re concerned, I would have stayed away on training camp. I’m bad for you, but… fuck this is good.’

My brain had shut down, but the words still flowed out – from somewhere deeper. ‘I want you. I want to see you…’

His lips were at my ear. ‘You want to see the mess you make of me?’

‘Yes!’

He pulled out and hauled me onto my back, tumbling on top of me to kiss me – long and searingly deep. Hitching my leg around his waist, he fumbled to slip his cock back in, but when he was there, he thrust so hard I had to press a hand to my mouth to stifle a shout.

He tugged my hand away and replaced it with his own. ‘You’ve got to be quiet while I fuck you,’ he whispered into my ear, punctuating his words with a pump of his hips that made my vision blur and a muffled whine escape my lips. ‘Be quiet and see what you wanted to see.’

His mouth feathering my neck, the pace of his thrusts slowed, but the pressure only built. He was thick and hard and mind-altering inside me, taking pleasure and forcing it on me.

‘I can’t go deep enough,’ he mumbled. ‘The way you feel around my cock, baby… Your eyes when you look at me… This feels like winning – better than winning.’

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