Page 122 of Endless Anger
Grabbing her hip, I flip her over so she’s lying on her stomach; she pushes up on her elbows, and I flatten my palm on her lower back, keeping her in place.
Hooking my fingers in the elastic waist of her panties, I drag them down, baring her perfect, round ass. She sucks a breath in when I kneel on the mattress, swatting her thighs apart so I can fit between them.
“Asher…” she trails off, uncertain, trying to close herself to me.
I ignore her and make theAon her left ass cheek bigger than necessary. Then again, marking her at all probably isn’tnecessary. There’s no way anyone else is getting to see her like this.
Not after I’m done with her.
She’ll be lucky if I don’t beg her to stay in my bed the rest of the semester—hell, the rest of ourlives. That’s how fucking far gone I already am.
Maybe always have been.
Still, there’s some strange, primal part of me that wants her visibly marked. The bites are fine, but there’s something delightfully erotic about putting my name on her, even if only temporarily and only where I’ll see.
Thesis smaller but no less prominent. Charcoal glides effortlessly against her skin, and I give my signature a silky-smooth finish.
My dick leaks a bead of precum, and I grit my teeth against it, praying to whatever god might be out there that I don’t come in my fucking pants. Again.
Rolling her hips, she curls her body so she’s hovering slightly off the bed. Granting me more access to the most intimate parts of her. I take the dull edge of the pencil, sliding it forward, teasing her seam. A shudder works through her when I brush her clit, and then I withdraw, moving to replace the pencil with my mouth instead.
“Hey, wait.” She glances at me over her shoulder, her hair falling in front of her face. “Don’t do that.”
My eyebrows raise, but I pull back, sitting on the edge of the bed. Disappointment washes through me, and a wave of insecurity has me tightening my grip on the pencil, loathing myself for not having done this years ago. Maybe she wouldn’t have cared about the inexperience then.
Lucy twists around, getting to her knees. Her swallow is audible asshe reaches for me, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me so I’m lying supine on the bed.
Her naked form hovers above mine, her tits right in my face. I strain upward, lashing my tongue against one, reveling in how the nipple hardens even more.
She leans down, kissing me hard and fast before sliding backward. Trembling fingers move to undo the zipper of my pants, and I feel each tooth unlatch one by one, punctuated by a jolt of my cock in response.
The sensation reverberates in my chest, in my bones, like a symphony contained only by massive walls and domed ceilings. My breaths struggle to make their way out of me as she starts to work my pants down, pausing once she’s at my knees.
Tilting her head to one side, she studies the sole tattoo I have on my body. The wolf with a crown of roses, about the size of my entire hand, on top of my right thigh.
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and my muscles tighten, apprehension lacing them.
It was a stupid, impulsive decision. Foxe got one that same night, after his last show, but when he got his removed via laser, I opted not to.
There was no removing the Wolfe in my life from the thread of my soul, so what was the point of removing this one from my body?
Now, though, it feels kind of stupid?—
Leaning in with her eyes hooded, Lucy runs her tongue over the bottom edge of the line work, maintaining eye contact with me as she licks a path to the top of the design.
My head drops back, hitting the wooden frame of the bed, my mouth falling open on a breathless moan.
Grinning, Lucy drags another swipe of her tongue, this time ending the motion with a bite of her own. She nips at the tattoo, sinking her teeth into me until my cock is fucking throbbing, hard as steel and probably as dangerous right now with how close she is to it.
“This is hot,” she murmurs against my inked skin, fluttering her lashes.
My chest feels heavy, arousal spinning a delicate web through my ribs, the vertebrae of my spine, my muscles. Everything is primed, raring to go, and when she comes up for my boxers, tugging them with her teeth, I almost black out from holding back.
Gripping the sheets, I pant when my cock bobs free, and Lucy’s eye level with it. Gingerly, she wraps her hand around the base, and the entire length jumps beneath her touch.
“Wait,” I manage, taking her by the wrist and yanking her up to me. The searing kiss I give her makes my head spin, and I urge her to flip around so she’s facing my legs.
“Um…” She hesitates, peering at me over her shoulder again.
