Page 30 of Strike
“You’re a madman,” I said as I ripped off the helmet.
“I warned you,” he retorted, sliding his arm around my waist and handing me my purse.
Fishing for my keys, I trembled.
“How do you like it?” he asked as we walked up the path to the front door.
“I like it resulting in an orgasm,” I replied. “Preferably mine.”
“I can help you with that,” he said as I turned the key in the lock.
Inside, it was dark, which meant Macy was either in bed with earplugs in or she was still out. If she’d gotten my message, she would find something or someone to keep her entertained for a couple of hours. She was awesome like that. The housemate from heaven.
Opening my bedroom door, I led Mark inside and flicked on the lamp by the bed. The door closed, and before I could turn, he grasped me around the waist and tugged me back against his body. Immediately, his fingers pulled my hair behind my shoulder, and he began kissing my neck. I trembled, turning to complete mush as his hands caressed my waist and brushed over my breasts.
Squirming, I turned, desperate to feel his tongue glide against mine. Capturing his mouth, he gave me what I wanted in spades. We kissed long and hard, my arms circling his neck and his palms grasping my ass. When we fell into a heap on my bed, I arched into him as he undid the buttons of my blouse, his mouth leaving a path of fire over my cleavage.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my top was flung onto the floor. His fingers undid the clasp of my bra, he tugged the straps over my arms, and I was exposed. His palms rubbed at my breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples. The sensation reached my clit, and I bucked against him with a loud moan, pushing into his grasp.
His lips curved into a wicked grin, and he let me go just long enough to pull his T-shirt off. Hot damn, I was right. He was ripped. It was my turn to rub my hands all over him, but I wasn’t satisfied with only playing with the top half. Going for his fly, I undid the button and unzipped.
Mark chuckled softly as he did the same to me, ducking under my leg so he could remove my shoes and rip my jeans down. Standing over me, he kicked off his sexy scuffed-up boots and dropped his trousers. My gaze fell to his cock, and my insides twisted at the sight. He was hard, the length of him outlined behind the dark gray fabric of his boxers.
Kneeling, he hooked his hands under my knees, forced my legs apart and pulled me toward him. His mouth latched onto my breasts one after the other, his tongue laving each nipple in turn as his fingers moved downward.
He shoved his hand underneath my knickers, and a thick finger slipped over my clit, through my wetness, and delved inside me. Gasping, I tore my lips from his and began to work my body against his touch. Mark moaned softly as he explored, adding a second finger in with the first. His movements quickened, sending an unbelievable wave of pleasure through my nerve endings. If he didn’t slow down, I was going to come. Too soon…
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he pulled his hand away and tore my underwear down and off, then made short work of his boxers. I palmed the length of his erection, stroking greedily.
He lowered over me, his weight between my legs exciting me further. He guided himself along my wetness, massaging the underside of his shaft against my clit. Up and down, up and down… Oh, God, it felt so good, and he wasn’t even in me yet.
Fumbling with my left hand, I managed to open the drawer on my bedside table. Mark’s gaze lifted, and he saw I was looking for a condom. He took over, ripping open a packet.
His lips met mine again in a blistering kiss, and then the tip of his cock was pushing into me. Slowly, then all the way.
He drove into me, faster and harder, his elbows on either side of me, his hands buried in my hair. He kissed me between breaths, devouring, controlling and completely dominating my body. I was his, and he seemed to want me to know. Maybe I should’ve been annoyed by the fact he wanted to claim me like some kind of animal, but at that moment, I didn’t care. He felt too good, his taste and touch driving me wild.
I’d never had sex like this. Period.
He grunted as he thrust, my own cries echoing from someplace far away. Our bodies slapped together, sweat prickled my skin, and before long, I was tipping over the edge. I came, quivering as he slammed into me, his pace never slowing. When the sensation began to fade, I moaned, already wanting to go again.
He hadn’t come yet, so when he turned me over, I was putty in his hands. I would do anything to please him, to feel his release pour into me. Fuck, it was so dirty.
He cradled me against his chest, hooked my leg back over his, and entered me from behind.Holy…
He thrust, slapping into me, and he had me hard and fast. I was still riding high from the first orgasm, so when the second hit, it took me by surprise. I clenched around him, and I felt him tighten, his moans muffled in the crook of my neck.
He jerked, then held, relishing the release that was pouring out of his body and into mine.
When he pulled out, he tugged off the condom, tied the end, and dropped it onto the floor.
Mark’s hands roamed over me, his lips searching for mine. Twisting around, I kissed him, our ragged breath mingling. We hadn’t said a single word the entire time, and as he held me close, I knew we didn’t have to. Words weren’t our strong point. Not yet, anyway.
Oh, hell, I thought in the moments before I fell asleep.I’ve just fallen for the bad boy.
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Storm
