Page 46 of Neat
We crashed through her door at the top of the stairs, the handle swinging back and hitting the wall so hard I was certain it’d left a hole. Dalí jumped from where he’d been on her couch with a hiss, tail poofed as his nails skittered across the hardwood floor. He bolted between my legs and down the stairs into the shop, and I reached back for the door, slinging it shut before I dropped Mallory’s feet to the floor.
As soon as she was standing, I twisted us until we’d traded spots, whipping her around to face the door and pressing her hard into it.
“This is bad,” I warned, running my tongue up the back of her neck until my lips were next to her ear. “You know it. I know it.”
Mallory whimpered, rolling her ass against my erection, her hands planted on the door, lips kissing the wood when she gave her reply.
“So stop, then.”
Her words said one thing, but her body elicited another plea, chills racing from where my breath met her neck all the way to where her fingers intertwined with mine on the door frame. I lifted those hands above her head, leaning my body into hers more, not sure if I wanted to get closer or somehow put so much pressure on her that she’d push back, push me away, tell me to stop — and mean it.
“Stop what?” I whispered, leaving her hands above her head as I trailed mine down her arms, her rib cage, her waist. I slipped one arm between her and the door, holding her to me, as the other hand rounded over her ass, fingertips slipping between her thighs.
She gasped, arching her back, head falling back as she leaned into the touch.
“Touching you?” I asked, sucking the skin on her neck. “Kissing you?”
“No,” she breathed, rolling her hips again, ass up, begging for me to slide my hand between her thighs just a little more. “Stopthinking.”
Her request might as well have been a spell for how quickly it knocked every negative thought out of my mind in that moment. All the stress I’d felt the last twenty-four hours, all the worry, all the pain —gonewith those two words and the roll of her body against mine.
It was only her now, my seductive little witch casting her charm, pulling me in.
And I dived willingly into her incantation.
My hand slipped farther between her thighs, the side of my thumb brushing her seam as she arched into the touch. Her hands flew down from where they were held above her head, reaching behind her, seeking me, but I clamped my hands around her wrists, forcing them up the door again.
“Keep these here,” I demanded, my whisper a soft-spoken command that she whimpered in response to as if I’d whipped her, instead.
I kissed the back of her neck, her jaw, capturing the side of her lips as my hands trailed down again. One slid between her and the door again, holding her to me, but this time, the other dived under the hem of her leggings, fingertips dipping between the sweet swells of her perfect ass.
And my suspicion that she wasn’t wearing panties under them was confirmed.
Her head fell back, lips no longer able to kiss me as they parted. Her neck was elongated, eyes closed, a desperate, shaky breath finding her as my fingers made their descent. I felt her asshole tighten when the pads of my fingers brushed it, and though I never would have evenapproachedthat topic the first time with any other woman, I realized quickly that Mallory Scooter wasfarfrom any other woman I’d ever known.
I paused my downward climb, circling the tip of my index finger over that sensitive opening, feeling it pucker beneath the touch.
Her entire body froze, but just when I thought she’d pull away, or open her eyes, warning me not to even think about it… she arched, instead. Her lips parted even more, the paint from my own staining those rose-colored swells, and I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth, releasing it with a hard pop as I applied just the slightest bit of pressure with my finger.
“You want it here, don’t you?” I asked, voice rasping against the chills on her neck as I pressed a little more. It wasn’t enough to penetrate, just enough to make her writhe between me and the door.
Mallory didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. The way her ass poked up higher, her back arching so deep I wondered if she’d break told me more than her words could what she wanted.
I shook my head, kissing her neck as I pulled back on the pressure a bit. “I’ll give it to you. But not tonight. Tonight,” I said, slipping my fingers down farther until they slid between her drenched lips. “I’m takingthis.”
I dipped two fingers inside her at once, hips thrusting into the back of my hand to assist as she cried out, head falling back on my chest, eyes shooting open to watch me as I withdrew my fingers and repeated the motion, over and over, stretching her wider each time, reaching new depths.
Her eyes were an icy tundra, so blue they were somehow almost white as she watched me. Her eyes searched mine, lips parted, eyelids fluttering just slightly each time I pressed my fingers inside her again.
I let her watch me while I fucked her with my fingers, our breaths coming in short pants, mixing in the air between us. When it was too much not to kiss her any longer, I crushed my mouth to hers, keeping my fingers deep inside her and curling the tips on a search for that magic spot that would make her come undone.
Mallory’s legs shook so violently I thought she’d fall if it weren’t for me pinning her to the door. So, I gripped her tighter around the waist, taking her weight, my fingers continuing their assault as I sipped every breath of air she was finished with.
“Logan,” she half-whispered, half cried into my mouth.
I waited for more, for her to tell me to stop, to keep going, to fuck her, to get on my knees and suck her clit. But all she said was my name, a longing, sigh of syllables, and then her legs seized, along with every other muscle in her body.
She came with a moan in my mouth, and I gobbled up that noise like my first meal in years, curling my fingers the same way I had been to keep her orgasm going as long as I could. Wetness sprayed from where I fucked her, soaking through her leggings and my sweat pants, too.
