Page 118 of Through the Flames
“Now, Ella.”
The way he said my name left no oxygen in the cab. My fingers fumbled with the buckle, the click echoing in the confined space.
“That’s my girl,” he muttered. Hunter Rhodes had wrecked me before I’d even touched him.
He pushed his gym shorts down with one sharp shove, and there he was. Thick. Heavy. Already straining like this wasn’t a new thought, but something he’d been choking on for miles.
My heart was pounding so loud it drowned out the engine. His cock was right there, flushed and so hard it made my throat ache just looking at him.
“Hunter…”
“Love it when you say my name, baby, but right now I want to hear something else,” he said, voice like gravel as his foot pressed the gas harder.
Jesus Christ.My pussy clenched around nothing, empty and greedy for him already.
I gripped him before I could think, and fuck, the hot, solid weight in my palm, twitching like it had a pulse all its own, had me feral.
“Open your pretty mouth, Ella.” His voice was still calm, still dripping with his usual control that always sent shivers down my spine.
I bent, licking up the thick vein running his length, slowly, just to feel him jerk under my tongue, until I hit the metal of his piercing. His hand left the wheel for half a second to fist in my hair and hold me there.
“Don’t tease me right now,” he ground out, hips shifting up in warning.
I wrapped my lips around the tip, and the low, broken sound he made stoked the fire in my core. Sucking harder, I swallowed him down until the head of his fat cock bumped the back of my throat.
Tears pricked my eyes as he groaned deep in his chest, his grip on my hair tightening until pain sparked sweet and sharp at my scalp.
“Fuck! Just like that.” His voice cracked, raw and filthy. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Never seen anything so pretty. You were made to suck my cock.”
His powerful thighs flexed under me as I hollowed my cheeks and took more,more, until spit slicked my lips and dripped down his length to his balls.
Eyes watering, mouth stretched, his cock filling every inch of my mouth.
“Fuuuuuck!” With a choked groan, his hips jerked once, twice, no warning before he shoved deep, holding me there as heat flooded my throat in hot, brutal pulses.
I swallowed, not because there was no other choice, but because I couldn’t get enough of him. My lungs screamed, my scalp burned, and I swear I came from the sound he made alone.
A strangled growl like he was breaking apart and holding on at the same time.
When he finally let me go, I collapsed back in the seat, chin wet and lips swollen. It felt like my heart was trying to climb out of my chest.
He glanced at me, jaw still tight, sweat sliding down his temple.
“Indianapolis,” he rasped. “You’re coming.”
Like there was ever a universe where I’d tell him no.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, the air inside the truck was charged and thick with lust and need. His taste still coated my tongue, and my thighs were shaking.
He killed the engine, and before I could think, he was on me. His lips were claiming me, fucking my mouth, and his hands were everywhere, ruthless and shaking like he’d been holding back for years, not minutes.
“Inside,” he growled against my lips. An order, not a suggestion.
I barely remembered the stairs. One second, there was hardwood under my soles; the next, the bedroom door slammed against the wall, and rough hands were ripping my shirt over my head.
My skirt hit the floor. His gym shorts were gone in a blink, and then I was naked, pinned against the wall by a man who looked one breath away from going feral.
“Hunter—”
