Page 77 of Fresh Tracks
I thought it was there underneath his calm, confident exterior. But seeing him now with his barriers erased, claiming me as his girl, is more than I even imagined.
He leans forward, pressing his shaft against my aching clit. I gasp against his neck, savoring the pressure before his mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss. He pulls his hips back justenough to notch himself at my entrance. I push my hips forward, wanting to feel the head of his cock in me. He tightens his grip on my ass, keeping himself right at my opening, teasing me, and working me into a needy mess in his hands.
He looks into my eyes and I can see the resolve in his ice cold blue eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
I loop my arms behind his neck, running my fingers through his hair. “I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Give me all of you.”
He shifts his weight forward, bringing his lips to mine while his cock pushes into me. My lips part and I moan into his mouth, feeling the first few inches of him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow,” he says against my neck. He pulls his hips back before thrusting again, pushing himself just a bit deeper into me than before, filling me and stretching me. My body buzzes with pleasure at the feeling of him, but I still want more.
I look into his eyes and shake my head. “No. I said I want all of you.”
His grin turns feral before he kisses me again, thrusting harder. I roll my hips, shifting the angle and he drives to the hilt. My lips part and I gasp, wrapping my legs around him. My core clenches on his length and he hisses through his teeth. I splay one hand across his back, cupping his nape with the other.
“Harder,” I breathe into his ear.
He thrusts again, pressing me against the cool glass. The sensation of it against my skin clashes with the warmth of his body on mine. My hips swivel, working my clit against his veiny shaft, building that new knot of tension in me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, our eyes falling to where we’re joined. I watch his shaft piston in and out of me, shining with my arousal. “Look at how good you take my cock. So goddamn perfect.”
He drops his mouth to my breast, moaning and nipping. Ihold him against me, loving every second of this but craving even more to push me over the edge. “Harder. You’re not going to break me.”
He pumps into me and grunts. “I’m not worried about breaking you.” His eyes meet mine and he smirks at me. “A little worried about these windows though.”
My head sags to his shoulder when something catches my eye across the room. “What about those?”
He follows my eyes and his smile widens, baring his teeth and popping his dimples. He quirks his pierced brow. “Oh, fucking hell yes.”
He grabs me, pulling me from the window and holding me against him. He turns and strides across the room, still with me impaled on his cock, my legs wrapped around his waist and my boots against his firm ass. We come to a stop right in front of the swings and fireplace. “Didn’t have this in mind when I had these put in.”
“Good thing you have me then. Too bad there’s no fire though,” I say as he slides me off his cock and sets my feet back on the ground, in front of him. My core clenches, instantly protesting the feeling of emptiness and wanting him back inside me.
He smirks and calls over his shoulder. “Alexa, fire on.”
The fireplace turns on with a whoosh of warm air at my back.
I roll my eyes. “Show off.”
He shrugs and then his hands find my waist. He grips me firmly and spins me around, bringing my ass to his front. “Just for you. Now where were we?”
I feel his hard length press against my ass, answering his own question. I grab the ropes on each side of the swing and kneel on the cushion.
He grabs me by my hips, caressing my sides before one of his hands reaches around me and dips between my legs. He findsmy clit and deftly plays with my piercing in his fingertips. His fingers work me like someone that’s been strumming a guitar his whole life, making my body sing with pleasure.
His other hand claims me in a possessive way I’ve never felt, his fingers hooking into my hip bone before he pulls me to him, pushing his deliciously thick cock back inside.
I peek over my shoulder and meet his gaze. “Harder.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” he says, his voice gravelly and strained. Slowly, he rocks me on the swing, back and forth, bottoming out and pounding me with each relentless thrust. Each push of his cock fills me, making me feel whole and each retreat makes me crave more of him. The satisfaction of him listening to me and not holding back like I’m some fragile thing.
Instead, he’s ravaging me exactly how I want him to and it’s everything. I want it rough. I want to feel it. I want him.
I drop my head and look down between my legs, watching the muscles in his toned forearm work, his fingertips playing with my clit in perfect rhythm with how he fucks me. Watching him drives me wild and works me to a fever pitch, ready to come undone again.
“Yes, please. Just like that,” I cry out.
He leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear, kissing my neck. He runs his hand up from my hip, cupping my breast and tugging on my hard nipple while his relentless pace doesn’t stop. I feel his warmth everywhere, from his body pressed against my back to his breath on my skin. Even the fire in front of me reminds me of him. His ragged, frantic breaths ghost over my ear. “That’s my girl.”
