Page 17 of Nitro
I broke away long enough to flip Jana around and plant her palms on the bench. My hands ran up the back of her thighs and over the curve of her, fingers digging just hard enough for her to feel my touch tomorrow. She swore at me, soft and furious, until my mouth found the slope where her shoulder met her neck. I set my teeth there—not painfully, but the warning was clear.
“Mine,” I said against her skin, low enough to be a vibration.
“Keep dreaming,” she shot back, but her voice already notched rougher, with no conviction behind it.
I dragged her hair to one side and bent her just a shade more, pressing into her from behind with my hips. No space between us. No room for doubts.
“You feel what you do to me?” My mouth hovered an inch from her ear. “What you’ve been doing to me since you rolled in and beat my recruits like you were born on my track? My patience is gone, Jana. I’m done waiting.”
I lost the last shred of control I’d been clinging to. One rough yank, and her shorts and panties were around her thighs. Then the sound of the fabric tearing against the scrape of my knuckles made her gasp when she saw them pooled at her feet.
I loomed behind her, the heavy press of my body crowding her space until there wasn’t room for air between us. My hands spread over the firm curve of her ass, thumbs digging into the pale skin as I hauled her hips back. The sight of her bare and open for me made my cock throb viciously.
“Anyone looks at you again, and I’ll put them in the ground before they finish blinking.”
I ground against her, the thick ridge of my cock rubbing over her ass. She let out a half moan, and it only made me push harder, hips rolling so she knew exactly what was coming for her. “You feel that? That’s me, hard enough to split you open, and you’re gonna take all of it.”
My hand came down between her shoulder blades, pressing her flat until her tits were crushed to the bench.
“Bend over,” I growled, voice rough with possession. “Show me what’s mine.”
She obeyed with a sharp little glare over her shoulder, then braced her hands on the bench and spread her legs for me, letting me know she was on board with what I was about to do.
Heat punched through my skull at the sight of her pussy bare and slick, glistening in the harsh shop light. Pink folds swollen, trembling, and already wet enough to drip down her thighs. My cock twitched hard, heavy, straining against my zipper.
“Fuck.” One of my hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider just to watch her open up for me. “Look at you. So wet you’re begging without saying a word.”
Leaning over her, I reached around, one big hand sliding up her belly to cup her breast, filling my palm with the soft weight. She gasped, head dropping back, her pretty freckles bright against her flushed skin.
I kneaded slowly and deliberately before my thumb brushed across the tight peak. Her breath hitched, sharp and shaky. I rolled her nipple between callused fingers until it peaked hard,then pinched the tip, tugging until she moaned low and arched into my grip, hands clawing at the bench for something to hold on to.
“Yeah,” I rasped against her ear, voice gritty with restraint. “Perfect tits, begging for my hands.”
I shifted to the other and teased it with the pad of my finger, then tugged and twisted, making her shiver. Her knuckles whitened as she clutched at the wood.
“That’s it. These tits”—I pinched again, harder, until she hissed—“every inch of you is mine.”
More.I needed fucking more.
I hooked my fingers in the hem of her tank, yanked it up and over her head before she could catch her breath, then tossed it aside. She startled at the sudden rush of cool air on her bare skin and whimpered. Her bra landed in the same pile of fabric.
I stripped my own shirt off in the same motion before pressing myself back into her. Skin to skin now—her naked back against my chest, her tits crushed under my palms. I squeezed, my thumbs dragging across both rigid tips while my cock ground against her ass, hard and aching. Telling her what was coming.
She moaned, broken and helpless, writhing against the bench with nothing left between us but the heat of our sweat. And fuck if seeing her naked and completely bared for me didn’t detonate something primal in my blood.
I yanked my zipper down with one hand, the rasp of metal teeth loud in the garage’s hush, then freed my cock. Heavy, hard, and swollen so thick it was painful, veins standing out as I wrapped my fist around the base just to keep from shoving it straight into her heat.
She shifted and tensed, as though she was about to argue again. My palm flattened over the small of her back, holding her bent over the bench. “Don’t even think about trying to run, baby. You’re wet just from me hauling you in here. Admit it.”
To prove it, I slid two fingers between her slick folds, dragging them slowly from her clit down to that tight entrance and back again. She gasped, legs trembling, and tried to close her thighs. I inched them wider with my knee, pressing against the inside of hers. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
Her nails dug into the wood grain. “Torin?—”
My gut clenched at the sound of my name on her tongue. I curled my fingers and sank two deep inside her, knuckles grinding against her swollen walls. Her cry punched the air out of my chest.
“Good girl,” I rasped, fucking her on my hand, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet. “Taking me so sweet. Tight little pussy clamping down already. Grip me tighter, baby. Show me how bad you need it.”
She shook her head, panting. “I-I don’t?—”
