Spitfire Suckerpunch (House of Pain Book 2) (13 page)

“Okay,” she said vaguely, nodding like she was talking to herself.

“Okay what?” he asked, sliding his newly bare hands up her hips and into the curve of her waist, envisioning what she would look like without her shirt on. She had luscious hips and tits, but her stomach was flat and warm and soft under his hands. He imagined pressing his mouth to it and sucking her brown skin until she moaned.

“Do you want to be with me?” she asked, her hand poised on his fly. He almost laughed at how she said it, so directly. But she was serious. And so was he.

“You're the one who started this,” he said, bringing his hands up to her ribs, just under the swell of her breasts. His dick was so hard, it was almost painful. Anybody with eyes could see how much he wanted to fuck her. “I want to know what you want,” he continued, lifting his thumbs to graze the bottom of her tits. She shot him a sharp look, like she was about to tell him to fuck off, but then she popped the button on his jeans. She leaned into him, pressing her mouth to his neck. He closed his eyes as she spiked her tongue into his sensitive skin. God, he didn't know what the hell she was doing to him, but he wanted more. He needed more. “Say it,” he said, even as her hand was pulling down his zipper and sliding into his jeans. He gritted his teeth as she closed her fist around his cock and squeezed. “Say it and I'll do whatever you want,” he said, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

“I want you,” she whispered, her lips against his neck. “Right here. Right now.”

Chapter Nine

S
hay had no idea what the hell she was doing. She must have really jumped off the deep end, she mused, as she ran her nose under his stubbled chin. He smelled so damn good, she just wanted to bite him, eat him up, inhale him. And fuck him, definitely, until they both moaned and came and lost all control. But she knew she shouldn't. She should kick him out of the salon and go back to Gina's apartment like a good girl and not get into trouble. Because Tate Grayson was definitely trouble. She told herself not to forget that, no matter how big his dick was.

And it was
big
.

She ran her hand up his thick erection, the skin hot beneath her touch. His jeans hindered her movement, but she couldn't stop herself from trying to touch the full length of him. He shuddered against her, her words still hanging in the air between them. She'd said she'd wanted to fuck him. She'd basically thrown herself at him and he hadn't said a thing in return. But he didn't need to. When she ran her teeth across his jawline and squeezed his dick at the same time, he sprung into action.

In a fluid movement, he swung her around, pressing her back into the wall before she had a chance to realize what was happening. Then he shrugged out of his leather jacket, letting it fall to the ground with a light thump. Taking his lead, she dropped her hands to the folded waistband of her yoga pants, pushing it down over her hips. She let out a shaky breath as he followed her lead, shoving his jeans and boxers down and letting his erection free, finally. She had to bite her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. She hadn't seen a dick in the flesh in a long time, but his was perfection, pure and simple. It was long and thick and veiny, and slightly bowed to the left. She wanted to lick it, but she didn't have time. He pushed her into the wall, pressing his big body into her as he shoved her pants further down. She did a quick little shimmy and they slid down her legs until they pooled at her ankles.

He dropped his face and let his lips hover above hers, like he wanted to kiss her. She didn't wait for him to do it, though. She was getting very impatient. Instead, she  kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He moaned into her like he liked it when she took the lead, which was strange. Before, the boys always took charge. When she'd first lost her virginity, she'd been younger then and more unsure. She'd let the boy climb on top of her and decide when to kiss and where to touch. Those innocent times seemed like a lifetime ago. She wasn't that girl anymore. With Tate, she didn't want to wait. She wanted to touch and feel and grab on tight. She wanted to suck him in and get lost in him. She was more than impatient; she was ravenous.

She kicked off the fabric that clung to her shoes and he roughly grabbed her right knee and lifted it high, spreading her legs open for him. She still had on her panties, but a tiny slip of fabric wasn't going to stop him. He rolled his hips against hers, his hard dick thrusting against her. The thin cotton was all that separated them and she whined into his lips, wanting him inside of her. She wanted him so much it almost hurt. Her stomach was tight and her entire body was clenched in anticipation. She slid her hands under his shirt, her fingertips running over the hard ripples of muscle under his skin as she thought of him that day in the locker room. Half-naked, his pants riding low on his hips, he'd been so fucking hot. And now he was here, in between her legs, and she had the discerning urge to run her mouth all over him and taste him all over.

She bet he tasted delicious.

He made a sound low in his throat as she dragged her nails over his flat nipples and he bucked his hips, like he wanted to be inside of her just as much as she wanted it. He was so big and hard and straining. It was almost overwhelming, but the warmth of his skin grounded her. His breathing was labored and she could hear—no, feel—his heartbeat between them. She wanted to strip him down and discover every inch of his body, every smooth length of skin. She could feel the damaged skin of his scar under her fingertips, but she couldn't see it. It was frustrating. She shoved her hands further under his shirt, wanting to rip it off of him. Her lips found his earlobe and she couldn't resist biting down on the soft skin. Her jerked against her and inhaled sharply, like he liked everything that she was doing. Feeling bolder and bolder by the second, she dropped a hand between them and began stroking her hand up and down his cock, lightly.

“
Fuck
. Don't,” he said, his voice low and husky and pleading. A pang of arousal went through her at his tone. She knew exactly how he was feeling, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop her hand from jerking him off. She ran her thumb through the glossy pre-come on the thick head of his dick, not able to help herself. She knew she was torturing him, but her she couldn't stop. The more she touched him, the stronger she felt, like she could do anything in the world that she wanted. Fortunately, at that moment, the only thing she wanted to do was him.

“Don't come,” she murmured in his ear, varying her strokes, going fast and then slowing down, his pre-come oozing between her fingers. She ran her teeth across his earlobe again, sliding her free hand around to his lower back. She dug her nails lightly into the tight skin above his ass at the same moment she squeezed his thick erection in her fist. He moaned hoarsely and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder. “Don't you dare,” she demanded, not knowing where the words were coming from. She'd never said such things to a man before. But in the years that she'd been locked up, she'd imagined saying them. As she lay in her cold bed at night, she'd imagined, all right.

“I won't,” he said, the words strained like it took all of his power to say them, and a thrill ran up her spine. He sounded unhinged, like he was losing control.

“Not yet,” she said, forming a ring with her thumb and index finger and tightening it around the thick base of his dick. She knew that would stop him for sure, but he growled like he was in pain. Then he was kissing her and pressing her hard against the wall and roughly shoving her panties aside. She gasped as he bent his knees and then thrust upward, bumping his hips into hers. She was so wet that he slid in a few inches without resistance. It was unceremonious, but it felt life-changing. It felt like all of a sudden the heavens had opened up above them, it was that good. Her mouth fell open silently as he shuddered against her, holding himself tight like he was trying not to lose it. She knew she should tell him to stop. She knew she shouldn't fuck him without a condom. But she didn't stop him. Hell no, she didn't.

“Oh God,” she whispered, their breath mingling together. He pressed his forehead against hers and her eyes found his. His eyes were green, she realized. Deep, hazy green with flecks of brown. He had long eyelashes too, she noticed. He was so damn attractive. Life wasn't fair. The one man she shouldn't be interested in and he was all she could see. He was all she could feel. She dug her nails harder into his back and slapped her other arm around his neck, steeling herself against what he was about to do. She didn't know if she was ready, but she also knew she couldn't wait any longer.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his eyes searching hers like he would actually pull away if she told him to. Like she would really be that cruel.

“No,” she murmured, her heart pounding so loud she wondered if he could hear it. She hoped so. “Don't stop,” she said and rolled her hips as much as she could, being impaled on top of his dick. She wanted him to move so goddamn badly. If he pulled away right then, she didn't know what would happen. She just might spontaneously combust.

Luckily, she didn't have to find out. Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard on his dick. It was so fast and so deep that she threw her head back and gasped. He so was big that her body protested him at first. It had been a long time since she'd had sex. For a minute, she felt like he was too much for her but at that point, she barely cared. He was inside her and it was strange and scary and wonderful all at the same time. But he didn't give her any time to recover or think about it too much. He didn't go slow and he wasn't gentle. His self-restraint was gone. He reared back and then bucked into her hard again and again, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

He grabbed her ass and hauled her up against the wall when she started to slip. She buried her face in his shoulder and moaned as she wrapped her left leg around his hip. She balanced her right foot against Gina's desk for leverage as he fucked her, feeling like she was about to lose her mind for real. She tilted her head back, wanting his mouth on hers, and he responded like he could read her mind. His tongue danced across hers as he pumped in and out of her. She groaned into him, her pussy clenching around his big dick and her nipples going so hard they hurt.

It was almost scary how much she liked it.

He thrust his full length into her and she clenched her jaw to keep from calling out. He was so big and he felt so good. She felt like she was losing every last bit of her sense. Her hands moved of their own accord, moving from his back to his face to his chest. She couldn't get enough. He bucked into her over and over and she tightened her leg around his waist as his thrusts and his breathing grew more ragged. She knew he was coming undone and she was right there with him. She didn't know how much more she could take. He was so overwhelming and it was so raw. She'd never been fucked like that. Not that she'd had a lot of experience, but she had a feeling Tate would forever be in a class all his own.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice hoarse, disrupting her jumbled thoughts. “Tell me how to make you come.” She closed her eyes at his words, her brain going foggy. She doubted if she could even form words at that moment. He swerved his hips, penetrating her deep, and the sensation snapped her out of her haze. She finally couldn't stop herself. She called out, her broken voice ringing off the brick walls off the office. “Fucking tell me,” he said, his voice lighter, almost pleading.

“I...” she trailed off and swallowed hard as he thrust into her again. Any words she was going to say dissipated into a hum in her throat as he hit a perfect spot, a spot she'd never felt before. He ground into her and she almost went cross-eyed from pleasure. Then she gasped when her world tilted as he pulled her away from the wall. Her eyes popped open when he set her ass down hard on the edge of the desk. His dick slid out of her at the abrupt motion and she frowned, wanting him back inside of her immediately.

“You want me to kiss your pussy?” he asked, pressing his palms to her inner thighs, spreading her legs open. “You want me to suck on your tits?” She felt her eyes widen at his crude language but he didn't give her time to be shocked. He thrust his hand up her shirt and pulled down the cup of her bra. Then he dipped his head and sucked at her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, flicking his tongue against the sensitive spot like he could taste her even through the barrier. She dropped her head back as pangs of lust shot through her. She liked how he fucked, she realized. She liked how he begged and she liked how he spoke so bluntly. There was no bullshit with him, no games. No flowery words designed to lower her defenses and get her panties off.  Sadly enough, he'd succeeded in that without even trying. One of his thumbs circled her clit and she bucked her hips. The feeling was so intense when he touched her. It was completely different than when she touched herself. But she was still so damn impatient.

Without a word, she closed her fingers around his dick and roughly angled it against her. She tilted her pelvis toward him and slipped the head of him back inside her. The pleasure was instantaneous. Her body stretched around him and it felt heavenly. He moaned into her, releasing her from his mouth as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. He sunk into her to the hilt and she made a strangled noise, deep in her throat, because every inch of him felt like heaven.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, beyond caring if her words were too dirty. She just wanted all of him, for however long she could have him. “Hard.”

“This is what you want?” he asked, rolling his hips and pressing his lips to her neck. He bit down on the skin under her jaw and she jerked into him, her knees rising alongside his ribs. He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her against him, his grip ironclad. There was no escaping.

“Yes. God, yes,” she murmured, and he nodded silently and obliged her, digging his fingers into her hips as he slammed his body against hers over and over. She let her mind go then, focusing completely on the way he filled her up and wrecked her from the inside out. Eventually, his thumb found her clit again and she moved into his touch, rolling her hips to meet his powerful thrusts. He leaned into her and she let him push her onto her back, arching over the paperwork and pens that littered Gina's desk. The desk creaked under them as he fucked her but she closed her eyes and let the world melt away. Papers and assorted junk fell from the desk to the ground, but she didn't care. Everything disappeared except for him. She dug her fingers into his ass and tightened her legs around him and held on until she thought she was going to lose her mind.

Then he shuddered and went stiff and she knew he was ready. He pushed away from her and, for a half a second, she was tempted to hold on and not let him go and let him spill all of his come inside of her. But that was the lust driving her out of her mind. She knew it was nuts. Luckily, he was stronger than her and he reared back just in time. He growled out an incoherent sound and then she felt a hot spurt on her thigh. His thumb didn't stop working her clit, even as he stroked his cock against her, milking himself of every drop.