Page 93 of Wicked Sexy (Wicked Games 2)
“You can’t decide, I’ll decide for you. You’re getting my cock. From behind. I’m gonna get you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you come, and then I’m gonna fuck you some more, until we both come. And then I’m gonna fuck you again.”
I thrill to his words, and to the look in his eyes, hungrier than a starving animal. I whisper, “Yes to all that. And Connor…”
“What?”
“Make it rough.”
There’s an electric pause. He licks his lips, and his voice gets all rumbly. “Rough leaves marks, sweetheart.”
Without hesitation, I say, “I want your marks. I want my skin to show where your hands were, where your teeth were, how I make you lose control. I want to be able to look in the mirror tomorrow and see everywhere you touched me.”
For a moment, Connor closes his eyes. He mutters, “Could you be any more perfect?”
One of his hands grips my head to hold it in place while he ravages my mouth. With his other hand, he pinches my hard nipple through my shirt. When I squirm in pleasure, he releases my nipple, slides his hand into my pants, and pinches my swollen clit.
My whole body jerks. I gasp into his mouth. He laughs against my lips, a low and satisfied sound, and then slides a finger deep inside me.
I say his name, my voice husky with need. My hips start a rhythm in tandem with the press and slide of Connor’s big finger. His thumb goes to work on my clit, circling round and round. I groan. My eyes slide shut. I arch my back, opening my legs wider for him.
Connor bites my jaw. His hot breath fans down my neck. When he rubs his cheek against mine, his stubble is scratchy against my skin. “You like my fingers, Tabby? You like my tongue and my hard cock? You like it when I tell you how much I love your mouth and your pussy?”
I whimper.
“Yes, you do,” he says roughly. “Because you’re my beautiful, dirty, sweet, badass girl. Now let me watch you suck my cock while I make you come, sweetheart.”
I obey without thinking, adjusting my position so I can take him down my throat while he works his magical fingers between my legs. The steering wheel is jammed into my shoulder, I’m getting a cramp in my arm, and I’m wound up like a pretzel between the seats, but I don’t care.
He makes me forget everything else. He wipes my mind clear of all the garbage. Intellectually, I know it’s only sex, but it’s so much more because it’s him, and he makes everything better just by being himself.
“Oh God, princess,” he whispers, staring down at me as I suckle and stroke him. “Fuck yes.”
He’s rock-hard in my mouth, hard and throbbing, and I’m throbbing all over too. I feel like a lit stick of dynamite, ready to blow.
Connor’s head drops back against the headrest. He starts to thrust up into my mouth, grunting in pleasure, his hand still working between my legs. I’m so soaked, I hear the sound it makes as Connor’s fingers fuck me. I’m close to orgasm when I hear the electronic chirp of a car alarm.
Connor groans. “Got company.”
I peek past the edge of the window and see a couple walking from the parking garage elevator. They’re headed toward the BMW parked next to us.
I quickly sit up and adjust my clothing. Breathing hard, Connor stuffs himself back into his pants, zips up, and gives me a hard kiss on the lips. “Upstairs,” he says gruffly, looking into my eyes. “Now.”
My heart singing, I jump from the car. Connor follows just as fast. We get to the elevators, Connor pushes the button, and then we stand there staring at each other in burning silence as we wait for it to arrive.
The bell dings, the doors slide open, Connor pulls me inside. As soon as the doors slide shut, he pulls me into his arms. His mouth goes to my neck. He sucks, hard, and a moan escapes me.
“Do you know what you do to me? Do you have any idea?”
He whispers it into my ear, pressing me against the wall of the elevator, his big body hard and hot against mine. I feel his heart hammering against his breastbone, hear the need in his voice, smell the masculine scent of his skin, and wonder if anything else will ever be as good as this.
Our lips meet. It’s anything but gentle.
I’m panting. Greedy for him. Wanting him inside me so bad, I’m trembling. He grabs my ass and grinds his pelvis against mine. His other hand gathers my hair. He wraps it around his wrist and uses it to hold my head in place while his tongue plunders my mouth.
The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors open. I open my eyes, and he’s staring down at me with this ravenous, adoring look, like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him either.
I say brokenly, “Connor.”
“I know. Me too.”
