Page 88 of Made for Wilde
But even as the rational part of my brain asks the question, my body is already answering. I press back against Koda’s chest, feeling the hard length of him against my lower back.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper, even as my hips move against him.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he agrees, but his hands are already sliding up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric.
The couple next door is getting louder, their rhythm more urgent. I can hear the woman gasping instructions, the man’s responding groans of approval. The sounds paint vivid picturesin my mind—bodies pressed together, hands grasping, mouths seeking.
I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.
Koda sits down heavily on the bench as the sounds from next door grow more frantic, and I can barely breathe through the arousal flooding my system.
“Come here,” he commands.
I don’t hesitate.
I turn and move toward him, drawn by the magnetic pull that’s always existed between us. He guides me until I’m straddling his lap with my knees bracketing his thighs on the narrow bench. The position puts us at eye level, and I can see the raw hunger burning in his dark gaze.
His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing my gasp as his hands tangle in my hair.
The kiss is desperate, consuming, fueled by the illicit thrill of what we’re doing and the sounds of passion filtering through the thin wall. My body melts against his, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
His hands make quick work of my tank top, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. My bra follows, and then his mouth is on my throat, my collarbone, working its way down to my breasts. I arch into his touch, biting my lip to keep from crying out as his tongue circles my nipple.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his hands mapping every curve like he’s memorizing me all over again.
I fumble with his belt, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me. He helps me, lifting his hips so I can push his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. The sight of his hard length makes my mouth water, makes the ache between my legs almost unbearable.
But when I start to sink down onto him, his hand catches my hip, stopping me.
“Wait,” he breathes, and I feel his other hand slide around to cup my ass, fingers seeking the base of the plug I’ve been wearing all day.
A shiver runs through me as he finds it, pulling gently on the flared handle. The sensation sends sparks shooting up my spine, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to muffle my moan.
Ugh, I love this plug. Love the constant fullness, the way it keeps me open and ready for him. The reminder that he owns every part of me, that he’s claimed me so completely. I can’t wait for the day he replaces it with his cock, when he finally takes that last untouched part of me.
“You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you?” he whispers against my ear, tugging the plug just enough to make me whimper. “Thinking about me fucking this tight little ass.”
“Yes,” I gasp, beyond caring how desperate I sound.
He releases the plug and positions himself at my entrance, his hands gripping my hips as I slowly sink down onto him. The stretch is exquisite, made even more intense by the plug filling my other hole. I feel impossibly full, claimed in the most primitive way possible.
The couple next door reaches a crescendo, their cries of pleasure spurring us on.
I start to move, rolling my hips in a rhythm that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. Koda’s hands guide me, one gripping my hip while the other returns to play with the plug, twisting it gently as I ride him.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice strained with the effort of staying quiet. “Take what you need. Show me how much you want it.”
The dual sensations of his cock filling my pussy and the plug in my ass push me toward the edge embarrassingly fast. Everymovement sends shockwaves through my system, and I can feel my orgasm building with frightening intensity.
“I’m close,” I whisper against his neck, my movements becoming more frantic.
“Let go,” he commands, pulling harder on the plug. “Come for me, Charlotte. Come on my cock while I play with this pretty little ass.”
The combination of his words and the increased pressure on the plug sends me flying. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my scream. The intensity of it steals my breath, leaves me shaking and gasping in his arms.
Koda follows immediately after, his own release triggered by the way my body milks him. His fingers dig into my hips as he empties himself inside me, his face buried in my neck to muffle his groans.
“Shit,” I whisper, suddenly remembering where we are. “Madison’s going to come back.”
